I find that hard to reconcile with how 18th century dresses had boobs practically hanging out of them. Maybe the chest wasn’t as sexualized as the ankles were back then…
I have a dim memory from back in high school… I think someone once told me that breasts were no big deal back in corsetry-and-necklines-down-to-there days, they were considered a food source for children and that’s it.
But ANKLES. Oh, GOD. ANKLES. The ANKLE was connected to the LEG, which connected to THIGHS, which hid a woman’s SECRET FLOWER. The ankle was the gateway to the secret flower, so it was considered quite a stirring sight!
I have never considered that “leg bone connected to the ankle bone” song as a sexy tune before but
When I was drinking the liberal feminism sex positive kool aid, and all of my friends were too, I started meeting up with “sugar daddies” I found on the internet and all my friends cheered me on. “YAS GURL GO U GET THAT CASH GURL.” I was 18 years old and having sex with middle aged men for money. I ended up getting pregnant by one of them because I was too scared to ask him to use a condom, I needed the money. I had an abortion… that I paid for with money from a “sugar daddy.” I can’t believe I have to carry this around with me because the “feminists” around me showed no concern. Nobody questioned what I was doing. Nobody.
I’m 21 now and this still very much affects my ability to trust men and function and have healthy relationships so fuck tumblr’s ~sex positivity~ y’all don’t actually care about young girls and what kind of real life consequences your words have.
You’re strong as fuck for sharing this. I give you so much credit.
