If only I’d known this before, I would’ve given out orgasms left and right. Finally, the secret to success.

If only I’d known this before, I would’ve given out orgasms left and right. Finally, the secret to success.

I could ask him if he thinks “a lot” means the same as “too many.” I could tell him that he shouldn’t call a girl a slut because someday she might be somebody’s mother. I could tell him maybe she’s a slut because she’s lonely, she’s sad, she’s hoping someone or something will make the lonely and sad go away. It won’t, of course. It never does. But nonetheless, there’s not a girl who’s more hopeful than a slut, more optimistic. She may give in but she doesn’t give up.
Diana Joseph, “The Girl Who Only Sometimes Said No” (via nightmarebrunette)

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If we teach robots

to be visually attentive to those things that humans are visually attentive to, will they indeed start mackin’ that ‘tang?