Thu. Apr 9th, 2020


The Menez Effect

Confessions of a fuckgirl

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It’s no secret we all love confessions, here is one by a friend who wants to remain anonymous. Names have been change.

I don’t do relationships. I haven’t been monogamous with another human being since early 2015 and I’m in absolutely no rush to change that.

I can’t remember the last time i made a commitment on anything. I size most people up by my level of attractiveness to them and the likelihood of my ability to sleep with them. I have tried (and succeeded) at getting more than one (or two…or three…or six) of my close friends into bed and it never went further than that .

I realized over the strike period that my go-to tactic for hitting on people, specifically with men, is to “neg” them. If you haven’t heard of negging, it’s essentially when you give backhanded compliments or lightly insult people in order to make them desperate for your attention.

Worst part about negging? It fucking works. I once successfully chipod a guy by calling him Dora the Explorer all night because of his backpack he was openly wearing. And he tried to date me. Not just fuck me. DATE me. I only allowed him to explore my body.

I own my sexuality and my body. I don’t think I’m ugly — not even a little. I also drink like a fish (alcohol and wine are my two favorite hobbies), i make zero apologies about trying out trends (I’m currently wearing a suspender skirt and Birkenstocks), and generally just do whatever I want if it feels good and I WANT to do it. And you know what? I’m not sorry.

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I’m not sorry even a little bit.
The only thing I am hesitant about, with the intent of being truly transparent, is the residual societal guilt placed upon being a woman who owns her sexuality and her preferences. Yes i fuck around but I’ve never been pregnant, no STDS, I don’t use P2. The only thing i rely on is sex with a CD. I love myself too much to risk doing anything without protection. I never miss a packet of CD in my purse. NO GLOVE NO LOVE 🍆💦

I’m not SUPPOSED to admit that I like to hit it and quit it. I’m not supposed to send a “uko hom nikam kukuona?” text even though I don’t really give a shit about Brayo; I just want him to go down on me. I’m not supposed to enjoy being on my own. I’m supposed to want to commit, supposed to ask, “What are we?”, and supposed to look for the hidden meanings between the lines of drunken promises given at 3 AM after we’re done climbing each other like trees.

But I don’t. I really, really don’t.
I guess there’s one other thing I’m
slightly hesitant about, since we’re being honest. And that’s the idea that fuckboys, and subsequently fuckgirls, can’t also be good people.

Seriously though! Whether he’s the guy who fucks like a goddamn beast and looks like a tool, or she’s the girl unapologetically asking you to leave because she has an early morning class, or whether those images are reversed. The fact that they aren’t the picture perfect human that you idealized them to be doesn’t mean that they’re just 1000% a dick.

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They may have dick-ish tendencies, sure. I’ll give you that. But they still call their mothers when they miss them, still probably get emotional at the videos of dogs greeting their soldier owners when those owners come home, and send sweet messages to their loved ones just. like. you.

The point is, or the point I’m trying to get at rather, is that I guess…maybe I am a fuckboy. Or a fuckgirl.

I sleep with random people in favor of being in a relationship. I send flirty texts to try and get reactions from people. I openly make fun of guys to try and make them desperate for my attention. I think I’m pretty hot most days. I also think I’m pretty hysterical and sarcastic. My memes game is lit. I own white Vans and Doc Martens and am trying to figure out how to make the vintage snapback I bought to work with my current hairstyle.

Doc martens

My current IG profile has a serious lack of smiling, and my bio absolutely says, I’m never going to follow you on Instagram

My name is Sandra, and I’m pretty sure I’m a fuckgirl.

I’m pretty sure I’m a fuckgirl, but I also have a pretty fucking sick life.
And if you feel the need to judge me for it, or label me a bad person because of said life, then that makes you more of an asshole than I will ever be.

This is just part 1. In part two i will be thanking all the fuckboys who made me what i am today.

Yours freaky



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