What turns you on? Freedom? No, love? No, light? No, cigarettes? No, sex?
Quiet, horny plasticbodies
You are being dictated! By a man!
A heterosexual man in a suit!
You reap your privet-wig once in a month
You do with the ones you know
The ones you talk to
You don't rape
You are not living, cause the ones who live
Rape without response