Post-Modern Love
FMC: Hey, I don't mean to offend, but you're a sight for very sore eyes.
Woman: That's not meaning to offend, but what do you mean?
FMC: Well.
Woman: You're blushing.
FMC: Am I that obvious?
Woman: Yes, and before you get your hopes up, I must tell you that I don't go for men. Sorry.
FMC: Who you calling a man?
Woman: Huh? You! Your Adam's Apple is so big, you could lasso a cow with it.
FMC: Whoa! It's obviously not my place to tell you who you should be attracted to, but I need to call you out on your harmful, demeaning, and violent cissexism.
Woman: Cis-what?
FMC: You think I am not a woman because of what you perceive to be my 'male' anatomy. That's a cissexist denial of my womanhood and my humanity.
Woman: Look, dude, and you are a dude--
FMC: No, no, I am a woman.
Woman: Do you have a penis?
FMC: That's a rude question.
Woman: Do you have a penis?
FMC: Yes, and it's a girl's penis. It's demeaning of you to want to debate my humanity. Trans lives matter. You want to erase my existence. Fuck you and fuck the state, my womanhood is not a debate.
Woman: Oh, I'm sorry. I hurt you. No, don't cry. Listen, what can I do to make it up to you?
FMC: Don't misgender me. Don't be so cissexist. Don't be a transphobe.
Woman: I promise. But can I do more?
FMC: Well...
Woman: You're blushing again... Come on, it's alright. It's just us women here. You can tell me.
FMC: Would you be willing to go down on me?
Woman: Oh, okay. You want me to suck your girl dick?
FMC: Yes, please.
Woman: Hold on.
FMC: Oh, oh, thanks for this, yeah, right there, yeah, that's great external validation. Yeah, yeah, oh, AAAH! OH, MY GOD! NO! NO!
Woman: Now, you're a woman, BITCH! (exits)
(FMC collapses to the floor, holding his crotch.)
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