With Chip now constantly raping my headspace and attempting to front the body, I think the crafty man-animal may even be attacking my subconscious! I see him with my waking eye, lifting his barbels like a healthist, his shirt removed to show his rippling muscles in action. In my dreams I go to him, my feet moving towards his oily physique and exposed oppression rod , despite every feminist theorist I read in my womyn’s studies class screaming at me to stop. Chip takes me in his rough man-animal hands and proceeds to explore the recesses of my fat and phantom fat. At this point I bolt awake and usually have to change my sheets. Chip is using his man-animal sorcery to dream rape me! I suspect a patriarchal plot to quash political lesbianism by implanting impure, heteronormative thoughts and urges in our headspaces! It’s becoming clear that Chip has to go. One of my followers said to drink vodka, so for the next few weeks I will switch my normal vegan diet to a diet of straight vodka supplemented with pranic nourishment. Hopefully, this will starve Chip out of my headspace, maybe even Ichiro’s. Wish me luck in crushing this rapist scum!