You see, I never wanted to settle down.
I lived my life in a way that was nomadic, I felt. I never committed to much: I worked at jobs that had no career tracking, I never chose a major at college— probably why I’ve been an undergraduate for seven years. Picking out lovers was like choosing whatever flavor I wanted to take home and put on ice. I never signed a lease for anything more than month-to-month, and I rented every single piece of furniture I owned.
That life was the good life. There were no responsibilities, no obligations, no commitments, no one to answer to. My mom shot my dad up when I was 19, and she’s been incarcerated for the rest of her life— yet another reason not to settle down. If you get married, if you settle, then you’ll probably end up with a bullet through your face for looking at something else. And why should you, really? Because society tells you that being with one person for the rest of your life is the ‘right’ thing to do? Because it’s moral?
Monogamy is an old-fashioned notion. It’s not what humans were meant to do; look at the animals around us. Most mammalian creatures don’t ascribe to monogamy, or settling down. It’s all about the joining the biggest, baddest colony and getting the best territory and then ******* around until you have the strongest baby. Why does society think that being tied down to one person for fifty ******* years is going to be the most beneficial?
As a woman, I think I want to **** as many men as I can get in order to get the strongest, and the sexiest, and the smartest. I want a man who’s gonna take care of me. I want a man who’s a soldier, a fighter, who knows how to protect a woman. And it’s not just women who want to **** around, guys want to spread their seed, too. And ****, human beings want new experiences, and to take risks, and to explore new territories. Monogamy goes against our nature as human ******* beings, anthropologically speaking. The only reason we ever started living in nuclear families is because of agriculture and farming, and honestly, it’s not a good enough reason anymore. 52% of marriages fail. FIFTY-TWO PERCENT. If there’s any better argument against marriage, it’s that what we’re doing right now isn’t working. And instead, we continue to argue for a relationship style that fails more than half of the time, and shun and shame those of us who adhere to biological bodily urges rather than societal demands.
I never wanted to settle down. I made all of the arguments against settling down. I don’t believe in the Bible’s arguments for one man, and one woman, I don’t believe in slut-shaming or the demonization of sex in today’s media. I don’t believe in it.
But you know, if there was a man, the strongest, sexiest, and smartest. If there was a man who’d take care of me and protect me, even though I’m a badass ***** who can protect myself? I’d consider it. Even if it was just to make a strong, smart, sexy child. At least, that’s what I think. He’d have to be really cool. He’d have to be patient with me. I’ve spent years being free, and no man, no way no how, is gonna take control of me that easily. I like to fight. I like to argue and be passionate. For me, the moment you get comfortable is the moment it’s time to break up. For me, the minute you stop disagreeing is the minute you’ve given up your own autonomy to your lover. **** that. No “honey, may I,” and no gentle kisses and no fairy tale weddings are in my future.
If I’m gonna settle down, it’s gonna be come hell or high water. He’s gonna have to fight for it.
He better be prepared to win.
I lived my life in a way that was nomadic, I felt. I never committed to much: I worked at jobs that had no career tracking, I never chose a major at college— probably why I’ve been an undergraduate for seven years. Picking out lovers was like choosing whatever flavor I wanted to take home and put on ice. I never signed a lease for anything more than month-to-month, and I rented every single piece of furniture I owned.
That life was the good life. There were no responsibilities, no obligations, no commitments, no one to answer to. My mom shot my dad up when I was 19, and she’s been incarcerated for the rest of her life— yet another reason not to settle down. If you get married, if you settle, then you’ll probably end up with a bullet through your face for looking at something else. And why should you, really? Because society tells you that being with one person for the rest of your life is the ‘right’ thing to do? Because it’s moral?
Monogamy is an old-fashioned notion. It’s not what humans were meant to do; look at the animals around us. Most mammalian creatures don’t ascribe to monogamy, or settling down. It’s all about the joining the biggest, baddest colony and getting the best territory and then ******* around until you have the strongest baby. Why does society think that being tied down to one person for fifty ******* years is going to be the most beneficial?
As a woman, I think I want to **** as many men as I can get in order to get the strongest, and the sexiest, and the smartest. I want a man who’s gonna take care of me. I want a man who’s a soldier, a fighter, who knows how to protect a woman. And it’s not just women who want to **** around, guys want to spread their seed, too. And ****, human beings want new experiences, and to take risks, and to explore new territories. Monogamy goes against our nature as human ******* beings, anthropologically speaking. The only reason we ever started living in nuclear families is because of agriculture and farming, and honestly, it’s not a good enough reason anymore. 52% of marriages fail. FIFTY-TWO PERCENT. If there’s any better argument against marriage, it’s that what we’re doing right now isn’t working. And instead, we continue to argue for a relationship style that fails more than half of the time, and shun and shame those of us who adhere to biological bodily urges rather than societal demands.
I never wanted to settle down. I made all of the arguments against settling down. I don’t believe in the Bible’s arguments for one man, and one woman, I don’t believe in slut-shaming or the demonization of sex in today’s media. I don’t believe in it.
But you know, if there was a man, the strongest, sexiest, and smartest. If there was a man who’d take care of me and protect me, even though I’m a badass ***** who can protect myself? I’d consider it. Even if it was just to make a strong, smart, sexy child. At least, that’s what I think. He’d have to be really cool. He’d have to be patient with me. I’ve spent years being free, and no man, no way no how, is gonna take control of me that easily. I like to fight. I like to argue and be passionate. For me, the moment you get comfortable is the moment it’s time to break up. For me, the minute you stop disagreeing is the minute you’ve given up your own autonomy to your lover. **** that. No “honey, may I,” and no gentle kisses and no fairy tale weddings are in my future.
If I’m gonna settle down, it’s gonna be come hell or high water. He’s gonna have to fight for it.
He better be prepared to win.
