I hate the word “pussy” to the point where I make a disgusted face when I hear it or read it in “dirty talk.” Thank God J has never tried to use it, or I would cry. Oh, and I also refuse to say “daddy” thanks to the people in the dorm next to me who scream “fuck me daddy” and “take it mama” in between their fake moans that sound like they’re beating each other with baseball bats. Fun stuff. Again, thank God J hates that too.