Living life and observing the strange ways of the wretched.
The people who pretend they have control.
Who would so quickly sell you out to gain pleasure for themselves.
In Disgust I voice an experience I pray other people will not have the
pain of experiencing.
A man.
He wants to get his rocks off on your account.
He wants to pay you.
He's the type of man who is used to paying for what he gets.
He likes the look of you.
Your breasts.
He wants to know what you will do to get what you want.
He wants a massage. "Not on the shoulders" he says.
On the little guy...
Pulling out a few hundreds.
The girl has no second thoughts but walks straight away from this man.
This man doesn't know what he has done.
How his actions have affected this woman.
This woman in the past may have questioned whether or not this was for her.
She may have hesitated. Pondered with the idea of taking money for this seemingly simple act.
This time there was no question. Her immediate thought, "Do I look like a whore to you?"
She left offended. She left confused. She left upset. She wasn't smarter from the start.
Realizing this twisted sense of reality was his and not hers.
She does not take the blame.