/lit/ - Literature

Wetlands by Charlotte Roche
Death of a Red Heroine by Qiu Xiaolong

>I use my smegma the way others use their vials of perfume. I did my finger in my pussy and dab a little slime behind my earlobes.

>I really like to smell and eat my smegma. For as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated by my pussy's creases. All the things you can find in there.

>The consistency of my pussy juice varies a lot. Sometimes it's like cottage cheese, other times like olive oil, depending on how long it's been since I washed. And that depends on who I want to have sex with. Lots of guys prefer cottage cheese. You wouldn't think so. But it's true. I always ask in advance.

>And so for the first time in my life I drank someone else's puke. Mixed with my own. In big gulps. Taking turns.

This fucking book man. I'm not even halfway done with it. And these are just the highlights I remembered enough to look back up. I don't know if I can make it through this.

probs my favorite feminist novel