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Cub soccer games were all the same. Some chased butterflies, some just ran around. None of the cubs seemed interested in the game. The goalie just stands or sits there. It was always a travesty; it was always a metaphor.
One had to show support for one's extended family, though. An occasional wasted Saturday afternoon was a small price to pay to keep in good graces and maintain the illusion of caring. It was also a good place to let the mind wander.
Lane imagined what it'd be like to take a bag of sour worms and bribe one of the cubs into her car. The thought was innocent enough at first, just borrow a child for a few hours. She knew that when the cub was returned there'd be questions. If others were going to treat her like a monster, she may as well become one.
She began to think of touching the little girls, teaching them about their bodies. She began to think about castrating the boys to protect the girls. Once they stopped bleeding and crying maybe she might peer deeply into their eyes and strangle them. She smirked. It'd be nice to watch the life disappear from a boy before he was old enough to rape.
Lane didn't particularly have a specific moment to point to in regards to hating men. The big-titted tigress drowned in micro-aggressions. Innumerable slights piled upon one another forming the mosaic that shows males are shit, from a drunken uncle ogling her, to classmates proclaiming her to be "damn, so fuckable", to her brother asking to climb into her vagina, to the next door neighbor always insisting she was "such a pretty little girl". It was enough to make her feel nausea remembering it all. It was enough to make her pursue lesbianism.
The more she thought about it, the purest form of lesbianism was to help a little girl become a woman. All cubs were cute. Some grew into hideous adults. Girls needed to be warned about how horrid males were. They needed to be taught about friendship and female bonds. They needed to learn how to please themselves because no male would ever really be able to.
Lane thought that, ideally, it'd be best to bring a whole slew of cubs home with her, probably six females and two males. She'd bring one of the males inside a sack and drop it on the floor like a bag of potatoes. She'd eat ice cream with the six and talk about TV and have a sleep over. The girls could take turns kicking the sack whenever it stops crying or squirming.
The second male could be treated as a slave. Lane could teach anatomy, show where the wickedness in boys comes from. They could castrate him together. They could give him a penectomy. They could remove his nipples, as males ought not to have any claim on the female form.
Lane pulled up to her apartment. She was going to make a cup of hot chocolate and touch herself and fantasize. It's okay to dream, she told herself.","pools_count":1,"title":"A Late Autumn Drive","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/rtf","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"3","name":"Violence","description":"Mild violence","rating_id":"1"},{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"123","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}