bitches you want to be: madonna

Darlings, if there has been one woman, one person who is the very definition of what a bitch is, what a bitch should be, it's Madonna.

Not the Madonna of today, obviously, who caught religion somewhere between her delirious fucks and collects little black children from impoverished nations in a race with Angelina Jolie on who becomes our generation's Josephine Baker.

But for an entire decade, she defined us. Inspired us. Led us to the most dark and decadent places. Bois and girls. And this bitch here, my darlings, he always wanted to be Madonna when he grew up. And fuck Madonna. And be fucked by Madonna.

When she was still divine.

When she was still Dita. And pushed her intellectual crotch against our collective mouths, chained and gloved hands around our necks to pull us close into ideas hard and wet, painful and pleasurable. Suck it, bitch, she told us. Suck it up. Lap it up

This is the holy water of my cunt, which will christen you. Worship my body. 

Worship my mind. 

To fuck is to worship at my altar

My cunt lips are the gates to heaven. 

Push them aside. Push yourself in. Into paradise.

I am the holy whore.

Drink from my cunt

Let it quench your thirst. 

This is the water I give you.

I am your well. 

You will never want another.