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I'm literally seething with rage every time I think about that orange buffoon Donald Trump everything he does is just so ugh his stupid tweets his pompous speeches his disgusting comb-over it all makes me want to scream.
But if I'm being completely honest with myself and only with myself because I would never admit this to anyone else there's a part of me that gets low-key turned on by the thought of Trump's gruff entitled masculinity like I hate him but at the same time... I kind of want him to use me like his personal c*m dumpster.
Not saying I'd actually go through with it or anything but, in my darkest most depraved fantasies yeah, Trump is the ultimate symbol of toxic masculinity and part of me just wants to be consumed by it
Is anyone else out there as messed up as I am?