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My level of sexual frustration has nothing to do with how much sex I get, it depends on how much stress I’m going through.
So, as of right now.. It’s pretty fucking high.
I Love
- being tied down
- being dominating
- being held against a wall
- dirty talk
- switching it up and dominating
- taking control
yep…that kind of day…
Please don’t think this is me trying to be contrary, because this is a genuine question - when did grunge stop being about grunge music, and start being about fucking pastel coloured hair and yin yang symbols and fourteen year old bloggers posting photos of badly stick’n’poked upside down cross tattoos?
I am completely aware of the fact that genres evolve over time, and that subcultures change, adapt and move on; I think that’s a fantastic part of youth culture, the ways in which we can make fashion, music and even political movements from the past come to life through our new perspective… But there is NOTHING ‘grunge’ about this bloody Tumblr fad that’s going on at the moment - a bunch of alien faces under someone else’s photo of platform converse telling me to ‘FOLLOW 4 GRUNGE, MERMAIDZ N SWAGGGG’?
That is to grunge what Kiki Kannibal was to fucking punk.
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