The stage it smells, tells
Hell’s bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees
It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree
After I count down three rounds, in Hell I’ll be in good company


Thinking about the phrase, “Have some self respect!”.
What a strange direction/request to make to someone because what does that even mean? As a woman with her tits out on the internet, I hear this a lot. It usually means, “You’re an attention whore and I am intimidated by your moxxy!” Well, duh. That’s what the internet is all about: anonymous attention-whore mongering. And what is wrong with that?
How you respect yourself is your business, how I respect myself is mine, but the assumption that self respect looks or presents a certain way, is absolute bullshit. It never comes from a place of concern, and it is always 100% unsolicited. It’s a throw-away comment that will never get a response from me because if that’s how you think the world works, I don’t want to talk to you. 

Dead love couldn’t go no further
Proud of, and disgusted by her
Push, shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord, I ain’t coming home with you
Lyrics are from In Hell I’ll In Good Company by The Dead South. Listen here.

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Violet Fawkes

Violet Fawkes (she/her) is a freelance writer and sex blogger focusing on pleasure education, erotic fiction, and the intersection of identity, kink and mental health.