I=Whore Blog by NO JEWELRY ON AND IM STILL SHININ
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I = WHORE I'm a Whore. Let me say it again. I'm a whore. A whore is what you become when you mix power and pussy. Power is pussy. My feminine energy startles many. They want to control me. Taste me. Wine me. Dine me. Fuck me. Ditch me. Tell a friend we sexed crazy to candlelight on a Sunday night after a three-hour conversation on religion. But they leave that part out. They don't remember the power of my words. But they take with them the power of my pussy and that's what makes me a whore. Whores are everywhere. We're businesswomen, hustlers, holders, molders of minds, lawyers and doctors. Your mother is a whore. So is your sister. We're all whores. Every one of us. At the end of the day, we have something that you want. When you can't get it, you hate us for it. When we give it to someone else, you kill us over it. Or them. Or yourself. And in order to cope with the power we have, you go out of your way to trivialize it and us. A taste of the power makes you feel ten-feet tall. You walk straighter, talk with more conviction, dress nicer and brush your teeth just so you can get another shot of the whore's serum. We rule you with our power and let you think you're majestic. But now it's gone too far. See, it's come to the point where you don't need anymore power. You've abused your rank so viciously that we've gotta hoard some authority up in this bitch. Your greed has ruined you. You've soiled, rationalized and made crooked the reign we've granted you and are now trying to destroy us from the inside out. You've forgotten your role, and you shall be reminded. The power is ours. If you're lucky enough to get a sampling of the wet goodness we possess, you'd better respect it. We lend you our warmth. It is not yours to take, abuse, lie on, die on, run through, trash or vilify. It is not your job to judge the power, scold her or speak to her like a two-bit tramp when she's the one who chose you to receive this blessing. You've got the game twisted. The whore constructs the rules. You pretend to. My pussy has radar. It's been fine-tuned to detect ungrateful leeches who do not respect her sanctity. Access shall be denied where necessary. And to think...all this time you've called me a whore like it was a bad thing.
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