In case you were going to bed tonight without coming across any Feminist idiocy, we your favorite website, Age Of Shitlords, would like to change that. With all the problems currently going on in the world today; hurricanes everywhere, terrorist attacks every other day and North Korea sticking a dildo up their asses and screeching autistically whenever it touches a vital organ, Glamour writer Korey Lane has a serious problem of her own; She can’t stop having sex with supporters of Donald Trump.
Mind you, she neither likes Trump and his supporters nor does she respect their political opinions, on the contrary, she actually hates them and thinks they are racist and sexist. However, that doesn’t stop her from hooking up with an endless stream of them, because… well, I’ll just let her explain:
When someone asks about my worst hookup, I have plenty of options to choose from, but I inevitably end up telling the same story. It’s the one where I started arguing with a Trump supporter at a bar and then before I knew it, I was waking up the next morning in his bedroom. There were flags everywhere: Ronald Reagan’s face was emblazoned on one of them, “Don’t Tread On Me” made an appearance on another. I say it was the “worst” not because the sex was bad, but because, well, see above.
So she hooks up with this guy who she later finds out is a Trump supporter and then labels it her “worst hookup” ever, because she hates Trump. Fair enough, I guess she’ll just end things with him and they can both be on their merry way… no harm done, Right?:
To my own surprise, we kept hooking up and—despite the fact that our political opinions were diametrically opposed—it didn’t feel weird. When we texted, we’d naturally argue about politics, but also about other things, like if corn or flour tortillas made for the best tacos, or whether Drake or Kendrick Lamar was the better rapper (I said Kendrick, of course). When we met up in person, that pent-up anger would turn into frustration, which would turn into a sort of competitive tension that resulted, inevitably, in sex.
I like how she said “to my own surprise”, as if she didn’t have any say in the matter and it was someone else making her decisions for her. Korey eventually broke up with the guy, but then somehow, found herself in the bed of another Trump supporter. Imagine that:
I assumed it was a onetime experiment, but shortly after we ended things I started sleeping with yet another Trumpster who I was inexplicably attracted to.
Like the other Trump supporter, this one was also “sexist”, “ill-informed’ and had “ingrained bigotry”. That didn’t stop her from spreading her legs though:
He was ill-informed, sexist, and loved to start arguments with me. But once again the thrill of the election and the friction of our differences made the passion so much more palpable in bed. So I pushed aside his ingrained bigotry and instead let it wash over me, filling me with a desire to prove him wrong—or maybe to just be on top of him.
Essentially, having sex with people she hates has become an addiction for her, which she says has become worse since Trump’s victory. She just doesn’t know how to stop. She now regularly opposes Trump by having sex with his supporters. G E N I U S:
As much as I don’t like the idea of sleeping with people whose values are clearly the opposite of my own, I can’t seem to stop, especially since the election. I’m an extremely competitive person and knowing that the guy I’m with is on the “winning” team (even though I’m still correct) just forces that competitiveness into overdrive. Even when my annoyance with Trump and his supporters turns into depression, anxiety, and frustration, I still get an odd sense of vindication after sleeping with one of them.
She doesn’t want a serious relationship with them though, just “hate sex”:
I don’t think I could ever have a serious relationship with a one—I can’t be with someone who won’t understand why the news sometimes causes me to burst into tears, or why I want to throw my phone across the room after reading the President’s latest tweet. For me, differing political ideologies are a deal breaker. But that only makes me more OK with accepting these flings for what they are: Opportunities for excellent hate-sex.
Honestly, this woman probably read one too many sexually themed fan fictions and then decided to act them out in real life. Must be nice to use Donald Trump to justify your hedonistic meaningless sex life. This is why you shouldn’t do
drugs Feminism, kids.
Oh, also, here are some pics I fished from her Instagram account, because why the fuck not: