It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind where you’re still in pajamas at 3 PM and the only major decision you’ve made is whether to go to the store to get food or order a disgustingly cheesy pizza. My brother Mike and me are both kind of in our bratty late teen era....
When I was growing up, I learned quite young that smashing a boy in his balls was a good way to a) get his attention, b) shut him up, and c) exert my utter female superiority over him. I practiced “ballbusting” on the neighbour boy who lived up the road,...
When I was a young girl I was fascinated by, and almost obsessed with, kicking boys in their balls. Me and my girlfriends would have sleepovers and meticulously create charts identifying which boys at our school had yet to be kicked by whom, and then we’d figure...
(Here’s a blog post which has been requested by a lot of the readers out there!) Even though we’re social creatures, it’s my belief that empathy doesn’t come naturally to all of us. Case in point is myself, up until at least my late teens....
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