Just got a commission request from someone asking for 'something that celebrates female empowerment through BDSM.' My first thought was, 'I can draw you a woman having her cunt stretched on a spiked dildo while crying tears of gratitude and being called a good girl.' My second thought was that maybe this client and I have different definitions of empowerment. My third thought was that my pussy clenched imagining it, and now I’m sketching it for myself. The duality of being a feminist who just wants to be degraded until she forgets her own name… my brain is a beautiful, fucked-up place. My fish are judging me extra hard tonight.