idk i think feminism should be called something different like common sense or something
there is not a better feeling than someone playing with your hair
Or running their fingers down your back.
Unless you thought you were alone.
The year is 2540, a student in history class notices something off about his textbook. “How come these textbooks skip the years 1990 through 1999?” The teacher puts his air-marker down on the table, lowers his head, and sighs. “Because…” he lifts his head, a single tear rolls down his cheek, “… only 90’s kids remember the 90’s”
“Ever since the age of 8, I’ve wanted to be American.”