Barbie Whores

I'm just a product of society. A kid who got scolded for wanting to play with dolls or liking the color pink. Big fucking deal right? So I'm like five and my sister gets this whole Barbie set and I'm so jealous. I remember her parading that toy set around the house. Parading it like it was the goddamn cure for cancer.
So I struck a deal. As long as I played with my shitty Batman action figures she would let me play with her. It didn't last long. I got bored when Batman banged every single one of her Barbies with ease. Every one. Maybe it was when Batman had the retro Barbie bent over the convertible. Maybe it was when Batman beat Ken to death and then got Mailbu Barbie to sixty-nine him on her bed. Maybe it was just growing up. Maybe. All I know is something in my pants felt weird and I knew that whatever it was I was going to like it.
So from then on out I became what society wanted me to be. A kid addicted to violence addicted to sex. Addicted to that feeling that pumped through my veins every time, every time that feeling pumped when Arnold Schwarzeneggar cut the guts out of someone or chopped their heads off. That feeling of triumph every time he got the girl. Every time.
You can say this was the beginning. The beginning of manhood. The beginning of a kid addicted to violence addicted to sex. A kid that knew that in order to get the girl you must fight for her first. Just like Batman. Just like Arnold. Just a product of society.