Guilty of being a woman

I am guilty. In so many ways. In many cases, justifiably so. And in so many other cases, damn it, not at all. Your shitty narratives. I catch myself so often as these little thoughts try to invade my brain. But you know what? You could work on that. And for all those who like to stay stuck in their old ways of thinking: I hope you see one of my Tees and its proud wearer coming your way. 

Are you guilty too? Be guilty. Enjoy it. And let your titties dance.