I am naked and I have Diarrhea

Today I wore an insanely inappropriate top. Like I might as well not be have been wearing a shirt. People say to leave something to the imagination. Today in my crazy shirt all you would have to imagine is the sliver of nipple that was not showing. Wanna know why I’m doing this little experiment? It’s cuz when we are not free with our bodies we are nothing but disciples to the patriarchy… I think. For the remainder of this writing exercise I will be trying to figure out what the patriarchy is. Let's break it down because the first part of that word is easy for me to be honest. Pat- Maybe the patriarchy is consistently patting laddies on the bottom whenever they misbehave. They are patting out what makes us bad girls and forcing us to conform to what makes them comfortable. That makes us easier to control as women who own see through tops, but are too afraid to wear them because of the pats and the ricarchy. Ok that's the easy part, let's move onto the more graphic part of the word. Ria. More specifically diarrhea. For the sake of this seminar on exposing nipples in public and trying not to be scared we are going to talk a lot about Diarrhea. Hopefully this is clear and you understand first comes the pats then comes the shame. The shame then exists your body in the form of diarrhea. After that, things get complicated because the only letters left in the patriarchy are “rchy”. You could argue there are no vowels in that word. Thank the gods we are not on the “wheel of fortune.” If that was the answer to the puzzle I would be blue in the face screaming out “E? “HOW IN THE HELL IS THERE NO “E!?” For the sake of argument let's throw a vowel in there somewhere and say it lives in the space where we hide at the end of the day and cry about the fact that women are not allowed to diarrhea in public or be presidents. The final part of the patriarchy is “Richy”. Richy signifies the one who got the job instead of you even though his qualifications were not as ample. He’s the one who you blew in the back alley of a late night bar, used you up and discarded you away like a cleaning towelette used on a toilet seat. So now I know a lot more about the spelling and significance of the Pat-ria-richy. I actually just looked up the definition to see if I was even on the board with my definitions and to be honest I am extremely impressed with myself cause I am not just  on the money. I just robbed the bank and am on a private jet to Nigeria to see Niagara Falls. Attention, patriarchy enthusiasts. Sometimes a woman can take a shot in the dark and not miss a beat. And when I say this I am not saying a shot I am not referring to back shots or cum shots. And when I say miss a beat I am not talking about the back of a man's hand. I am talking about zumba class. Loosen those hips, and do so without the interest of the male gaze in mind. If you’re a sexy momma getting laid tonight do it in a suit, with nothing underneath. When the guy jizzes in your mouth, spit it in his eye, cause that shit hurts. I can not tell you how many times a man has cum in my eye and I decided in that moment to never “come” back. When you’re done spitting his seed back into his face, shit all over his bed. Liquid shit. Give him back all the shit you have endured through your life as a woman. I don’t know how you plan on scheduling diarrhea, maybe raw chicken breasts. He will probably throw up his guts. So next time he has the urge to rape, he won’t even have the guts cause they’re all over and embedded in his mattress along with your pile of swimming shit. Also remember how at the beginning of this therapy session I had clothes on. Let's just say I was removed from the premises. And that’s ok. I don’t expect to disassemble the patriarchy in one day, but I can walk with my chin up to the sky knowing I did something today that proved something about womanhood. I would have done more if children were not present.