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,...
Growing up I had a bit of a reputation among my older brother’s group of friends as the very irritating younger sister who would punt the shit out of my brother’s testicles and his friend’s testicles, at the slightest provocation, and sometimes with...
(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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