There are some days when all of the male population just grates on my nerves. Days in which I return to my bull-dyke roots. Barbed sarcasm and claws unsheathing.
It seems that every month, I get in a fight with my LustBunny. Sure, it's not all his fault. I'm not egotistical enough to think that. It's just that it's one tradition I loathe.
You all are probably thinking,"If it's once a month, just pop a midol and move on." That's not what this is about. I do know how to count. Numbers never lie.
It's just that whenever I seem to be down with the one guy in my life that matters, all the others decide to jump me with their trivial mishaps. Or just wanting some live body to IM.
The urge to castrate the next one that touches me fills my mind. Revealing the times I used to have. Just last year, I was stark raving mad with feminism.
And it appears that my mind is longing to return. I know that I'm doing my best to stop it. But the thought of eradicating a male is tempting...
Oh so tempting...