When a man puts their hand gently on my back to invite me into the comforting place they’d like me to be as they deliver their words, so as to have me be in the most accessible emotional state to receive them, a little bit of rage starts to flutter under the heat of their touch, as I abhor emotional manipulation – say what you need to say and I will feel however I want to feel about it –

when a woman puts their hand gently on my back… the world ceases to exist for a moment.

What the fuck is that about.



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I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter.


  1. That is so funny! I was just telling my husband the exact same thing. Only being a woman, I feel the same when anyone does it. It feels manipulative and I don’t like it. Echoing your words!!!

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