The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after reading some stories about online dating and how future services will help us find our match. I consider this a thought experiment, of sorts, into just how good those services could be in the future and just how much it can help our sex lives. Enjoy!
“It’s Thursday, Olivia. You know what that means,” said a familiar, coy voice.
“I know the drill, Iris,” Olivia replied dryly to the middle-aged receptionist. “We all do.”
Rolling her eyes, but still smiling, the young woman made her way to the designated locker room of the unremarkable public access facility, as it was called. From the outside, it looked like most other bland commercial buildings that dotted the downtown area. The only difference – superficially speaking – was that the outer plaza and lobby was adorned with emblems identifying it as a government building. For what went on inside, it had to be.
Olivia June didn’t give it much thought, anymore. She hadn’t since she began going to the facility as a teenager. Most of her friends and peers did the same. It had gotten so mundane that it was just normal, as much a part of their routine as buying groceries or paying taxes. Most would argue, however, that coming to that particular building was much less tedious.
“I need this,” she said to herself with a heavy sigh, “more so than usual.”
Upon entering the locker room, she quickly located an unused locker and got undressed. Still wearing the uniform she’d worn to private school she worked at, it felt good to get it off. She’d come at a good time, as well. There were only a handful of other women in the locker room. She’d been there when it was bustling with at least two dozen women. Given the nature of what went on at “public access facilities,” it could get pretty hectic.
Olivia preferred to avoid that kind of chaos, especially after the week she’d endured. Everyone came to such facilities for a certain kind of relief, but she needed it more than most.
“Between spring orientation and night classes, I think I’ve managed well,” she said as she folded her uniform and underwear. “There’s always room for improvement, though. This is just the most basic.”
Smiling to herself, Olivia moved with more urgency than usual. Upon storing her clothes, she closed the locker and secured it. She then made her way out to the staging area, as everyone called it. She didn’t even bother getting a towel or robe, as many women preferred. Some women preferred to maintain some level of modesty while getting relief. Others didn’t. Olivia had never been that modest about her body so she usually didn’t bother.
Along the way, she passed by a few other women. Most were naked with only one opting to wear a towel. They weren’t in any hurry, chatting and lofting about as many often did before an appointment. Olivia, being more impatient than usual, went ahead and cut in front of them.
“Hey! Take it easy there,” an older woman said. “It’s not a fucking race.”
“Speak for yourself,” Olivia quipped, “and be careful with your choice of words.”
“Ooh! After that, she deserves to cut ahead,” another woman said with a laugh.
“Oh grow up,” the older woman groaned. “You don’t know how good you have it, getting a service like this straight from the government. You would’ve gone nuts if you’d had to get it the old fashioned way.”
“Which is why nostalgia is overrated,” Olivia said, now walking faster. “You ladies can take your time. I’ve got too many needs and too little patience!”
She managed to get away before the other women could berate her more. That wasn’t the first time someone remarked at how good young women like her had it. Her grandmother mentioned that every time she visited, telling stories about a world where a young woman like her couldn’t get the kind of relief she sought with such regular ease.
Olivia didn’t care for those stories, nor did she care to think about how hard it would’ve been in years past. Her primary focus was on the present. Being naked had already sent her body plenty of telling signals. She could already feel some of them manifesting between her legs. It knew that relief was near.
Upon getting to the front of the line, which had been very short, Olivia entered the staging area. From there, she accessed a small tablet computer mounted at a kiosk. She entered her name, as she’d done many times before, and opened the private profile that she’d since refined to the utmost.
“No need for something fancy this time,” she said. “Just find me someone who can get the job done.”
Her fingers moved quickly as she entered the necessary parameters. After entering her biometrics, which included a fingerprint and eye-scan, the computer processed her data. Within a few seconds, it gave her the message she’d been hoping for.
“Match secure and determined,” the computer said in a robotic voice. “Your partner is located in room 3C.”
“Thank you Intimate Data Net,” Olivia said as she exited the staging area. “What would any of us do without you?”
That was a rhetorical question for most people her age. Few outside the elderly knew what life was like before the Intimate Data Net – or IDN, as most called it. From birth, they fed it data about themselves. Beyond their wants, hopes, and desires, they gave it everything from DNA samples to detailed brain scans. It allowed the government-maintained census network to both protect their identity as citizens and provide them with customized services.
Olivia had come to appreciate those services more than most and not just because she worked for a school that catered to all sorts of patrons. She’d learned at an early age that when it came to fulfilling certain needs, such services were critical.
“3C…3C…where is it?” she wondered as she navigated the facility.
Moving with urgency, Olivia made her way through a series of hallways that fed into the central portion of the building. The place was pretty big, but easy to navigate. It was no different than a hotel or office, consisting of several levels lined with numbered rooms. There were windows along the way, but they were all blacked out for obvious reasons. Given how most people walked through the halls bare-ass naked, it made sense.
Olivia didn’t care, though. She’d never been shy about nudity. Most people her age weren’t. She really didn’t understand why some people made such a big deal of it. Then again, those same people might just not know or appreciate the value of getting such critical, personalized service.
With every step she took, the heat between her legs intensified. The air around felt so hot. The building often kept the temperature high – likely, another byproduct of having so many naked people running around. However, the heat she felt had nothing to do with the ventilation. The relief she sought kept getting more urgent. Olivia could already feel her naked skin breaking out into a light sweat.
She practically running by the time she reached the south wing of the building. After ascending a flight of stairs and passing through a couple corridors, she finally located her destination.
“There it is! Room 3C,” she said. “I hope he didn’t start without me.”
Grinning in anticipation, Olivia opened the door and entered the room. Just as she’d hoped, the partner that the IDN had matched her with was already there and once again, the system’s ability to serve personal needs astonished her.
Through whatever data mining and intimate analysis it utilized, it somehow found her a very attractive man with which she could fulfill those needs. He was about as tall as her, having messy dark hair, tanned skin, and an athletic build. Like her, he was completely naked. He made no effort to hide his physique or the generous endowment hanging between his legs, either. If his semi-aroused state were any indication, he was just as anxious as her.
“Hello, ma’am! You must be my match today,” he said. “I’m Patrick Gunther.”
“Olivia June,” she greeted. “It’s always a pleasure to meet my match…and then some.”
“Well said,” he chuckled. “I’m hoping the IDN was extra thorough this time. Just so you know, I’ve been really tense this past week.”
“Guess the IDN definitely did its job because that makes two of us!”
Olivia opted to skip the small talk that often coincided with other matches. She closed the door behind her, walked up to him, and readily embraced him in her arms, letting her naked body press up against his.
The grin on his face widened and the manly flesh between his legs stiffened. He didn’t waste time feeling her up, either. As soon as her breasts made contact with his chest, he grabbed hold of her butt and gave it a firm squeeze, communicating a desire that Olivia already knew they shared.
“A nice, handsome man…some strong, muscular arms…and a big, throbbing dick to go with it,” Olivia said with a purr. “It’s just what I need!”
“You and me both, Ms. June,” Patrick said, “except I need a firm butt, big tits, and a tight pussy.”
“Then, I guess we can help each other.”
Olivia playfully teased him, slipping her arms around his neck and giving him an intimate kiss on the lips. Patrick eagerly kissed back, throwing in a little tongue while squeezing her butt.
He might have been a total stranger, but kissing him felt like kissing a man she’d been with for years. That was the power of the IDN. It could match people so thoroughly that they could walk into a room naked, greet each other, and kiss as though they were long-lost lovers. That feeling, alone, was an exhilarating experience that filled some aspects of her needs. However, others required a more direct approach.
“So,” Olivia said upon breaking the kiss, “your profile said you love oral, both giving and receiving.”
“That, I do,” Patrick said proudly. “Few things make my day more than getting my dick sucked while I gorge on a wet, willing pussy.”
“Then, we’re already halfway there,” she said curtly. “You probably saw this on my profile too, but I like it a little rough. Don’t be too gentle with me. Once that dick is in me, go to down and rock my world!”
“Sounds like a plan,” he replied with a grin. “Want to start with a little shared oral?”
“Gladly!”
Olivia gave her match a grin of her own before following him to the bed in the corner of the room. Like most other rooms in the building, there wasn’t much in terms of furniture. The room was basically a dorm with one queen-sized bed, some night-stands full with personalized accessories, and a bathroom. Some rooms had more elaborate features for those with more elaborate needs. For her and Patrick, though, they didn’t need much beyond the basics.
Already laughing and exchanging intimate gestures, Olivia got onto the bed with Patrick. Some brief foreplay followed, consisting mostly of some deep kissing and intimate touching. He squeezed her butt and fondled her breasts. She trailed her fingers over the sinews of his chest while rubbing her thigh against his cock, which helped get him fully erect.
Olivia usually enjoyed drawing out the foreplay, but she was too horny and too impatient. Her pussy was already aching for more stimulation. Patrick had already proved he knew how to use those lips of his. She was eager to test those skills.
“Mind if I be on top?” Olivia asked.
“By all means, Ms. June,” Patrick replied in an overly-polite tone.
“We’re about to lick each other’s genitals and have sex, Patrick. You can skip the formalities, Patrick.” she joked.
“I could, but I’d rather not. It’s just the kind of guy I am.”
Olivia laughed and so did he. She couldn’t tell if he was being serious or cute. Most men didn’t get too playful during a match. They were usually focused on sating their needs. As someone who often adopted the same approach, she found it refreshing.
That gave her some extra incentive as they coordinated their bodies. Patrick maneuvered into the center of the bed and laid down on his back. Olivia then got on top of him, aligning her pussy with his face while she hovered right over his erect penis. It was a perfect 69 position, an underrated sex act that she didn’t often get to explore.
“Wow! Your pussy is pretty wet,” Patrick commented. “You might need this as much as I do.”
“Might need?” she teased.
“Well, there’s one obvious way to find out.”
As if to prove the extent of his lust, Patrick went to work and hungrily gorged on her pussy. He wasn’t subtle about it, either. Using both hands with surprising skill, lightly spreading her folds so that he could probe her depths with his tongue. Almost immediately, Olivia felt the effects and the pleasure that came with it.
“Ooh!” she purred. “Patrick…I like your ways!”
The competitive part of her kicked in, compounding her own burning lust. Following Patrick’s example, Olivia skipped the teasing and began demonstrating her own oral talents.
She gripped the base of his cock with both hands, giving it a few strokes before taking almost his entire length into her mouth. She heard him grunt in response. That must have been his way of showing that he was impressed by how she’d mastered her gag reflex. That, or his voice was muffled by her pussy. Either way, she got the message.
“Mmm…I bet you like my ways too,” Olivia said seductively as she licked along his length.
Patrick didn’t tear himself away from her pussy, his lips and tongue still buried in her folds. He was already flooding her with hot sensations. She worked to catch up, sucking and stroking his member with a sexual hunger she’d usually reserved for her personal life. Before long, there was no banter or teasing. There was only the moans, grunts, and slurping noises associated with oral sex.
It quickly became a race to greater ecstasy, him skillfully eating out her pussy while she skillfully sucked his dick. He showed both a knowledge and a fondness for female anatomy, really getting in deep and stimulating those extra-sensitive areas that made Olivia shudder with bliss. It put her on the fast-track to orgasm. Even for an IDN match, it was pretty remarkable.
She tried to return the favor by showing how much she loved the taste of a good cock, licking and slurping along his rigid length as though it were her favorite treat. The feeling of his hard, throbbing man-flesh around her lips was so intimate and hot. She’d never hid her fondness of that taste, but no one had given her so much incentive to savor it. Patrick just had that effect on her, going above and beyond that of most matches.
As much as she tried to keep up, though, her intense desire for a release proved too great. All that stimulation within her most sensitive areas sent her to the brink of ecstasy. Race or no race, her needs converged with the wonders of female biology.
“Ohhh Patrick!” she gasped, having to cease her oral sex as her climax approached. “I’m going to…going to…come!”
“Already?” he said. “Guess we just found out.”
He kept the stimulation coming, using his fingers and tongue to carry her over the edge and into the sea of euphoria that awaited. In that moment, the relief she sought manifested in an intense, tangible feeling.
The feeling washed over her like a wave at the beach on a hot summer day. Surges of heat and pleasure ripped through her body, causing her toes to curl and her back to arch. Her pussy throbbed in accord with each wave, like a drum beat to the euphoria. Olivia wasn’t usually that animated during orgasm, but she gladly made an exception.
Patrick didn’t seem to mind, though. He didn’t mind licking up her feminine juices, either. He really did love oral sex. She shouldn’t have been too surprised, given what his profile revealed through the IDN. It still didn’t do justice to the feeling he gave her.
“That was just what I needed…almost,” Olivia said breathlessly, her mind still swimming in bliss.
“Almost?” Patrick questioned.
“Of course,” she said seductively. “You didn’t think…it would be that easy, did you?”
Following her lingering desires, Olivia rose up off him and crawled to the edge of the bed, remaining on all fours so that he had a perfect view of her butt and her still-dripping pussy. She then playfully twerked her hips, as if to invite him in for more pleasure.
“You’ve proven you love oral,” Olivia said. “Now prove you love pumping a pussy with your cock.”
“You really want me to prove that?” he asked curly.
“Among other things,” she quipped. “Plus, I’m better with my pussy than I am with my lips!”
“Is that a tease or a dare?”
“Well, like you said, there’s one obvious way to find out,” she said, mirroring his words and tone from earlier.
Patrick didn’t need any further convincing. Still wielding a rock-hard dick and plenty of unmet needs of his own, he shot up from the bed and positioned himself behind her. She could feel the intensity of his lust in the way he grabbed her by the waist, aligned her butt with his pelvis, and guided his dick to her pussy. Like a thirsty animal approaching a crystal-clear stream, he craved relief every bit as much as her.
“That’s it,” Olivia said, goading him with her tone and gaze. “Do it! Fuck me as much as you need…and then some.”
“And then some…right,” Patrick said with a manly grin.
He must have taken that as a dare because as soon as he entered her, Olivia’s world started rocking. It started with a single hard thrust, his rigid manhood plunging into her vagina, which was moist from her orgasm. Their flesh united so seamlessly, once again reflecting how well the IDN had matched them. From there, an outburst of lust, desire, and humping followed.
“Oohhh yeah!” Patrick moaned. “You…you’re right! Your pussy…so hot and tight!”
“That’s it! Do it harder! Fuck me harder!” Olivia urged. “Let me give you want you need!”
He eagerly accepted her invitation, tightening his grip on her hips as he intensified the rhythm. Freed from restraint, Patrick unleashed the full breadth of his lust, pumping his cock into her with reckless abandon. His every moan and grunt echoed with the savory bliss of a man fulfilling his most fundamental desires.
Olivia loved hearing those grunts, especially from a man who’d just given her an orgasm. The bed shook as their bodies moved in a heated outburst of sexual energy. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt filled the room, along with a steady stream of grunts and moans. She just held onto the edge of the bed, bucking her hips and tensing her inner muscles with each thrust. With every movement came raw, chaotic sensations of ecstasy.
It was not the tender, affectionate brand of sex. There was a time and place for that sort of thing. Neither she nor Patrick were in that frame of mind. They knew what they needed and the IDN matched them with each other to meet those needs. It was a beautiful, blissful thing.
“This is it,” Olivia said within her lustful daze, “this feeling…coming together…this is why it’s so important.”
Closing her eyes and smiling like a drunk, she let out an extra-loud string of moans that further encouraged Patrick. As he kept fucking her, he shifted his grip to her breasts, giving them a nice squeeze as the bed shook harder. It further supplemented the sensations, sending her to the brink of another orgasm. She wasn’t as vocal about it before, but she couldn’t exactly hide it when her body shuddered once more from the pleasure.
“You came again, didn’t you?” Patrick said into her ear. “That’s good. The more my lady comes…the harder I come!”
Like a man on a mission, he stepped up the pace of their sex. He withdrew from her briefly, turned her over, and laid her down on her back, hitching her legs over his shoulders in the process. From there, he entered her again and resumed his heated humping, now really putting his legs and back into it. Olivia, her body already swimming in a sea of bliss, just clung to the bed sheets and held on for the ride.
It was like pent up steam, unleashed after being pent up and contained for too long. It shouldn’t have felt that long. She’d been at the same facility a week ago where the IDN matched her with another man who’d given her simple, unrushed sex. Most of the time, it was enough. Sometimes, she needed more. On rare, special occasions, though, her match went above and beyond.
“You feel that, Ms. June? I’m close…real close!” Patrick seethed, his eyes now locked on hers. “Hold on! I’m going to…let it all out!”
“Yes, Patrick! Do it…let it out…inside me!” Olivia moaned through heavy panting.
She watched as the handsome man’s face tensed in anticipation of his release. She urged him on with her seductive gaze, encouraging him to satisfy all those burning desires and then some.
Their naked bodies – now glistening with sweat, a natural byproduct of such heated sex – moved together in one last sprint towards the finish. Olivia supplemented his every thrust, shifting her body in accord with the intimate rhythm. That helped guide Patrick to the brink and beyond, finally achieving that badly-needed release.
“Ohhh I’m coming!” he exclaimed.
It was like the finale to a fireworks show, watching the determined man on top of her throw his head back and let out a cry of ecstasy and triumph. She admired every second of it while enjoying the extra feelings that came with it.
Olivia purred softly as she felt his manly fluids mix with her feminine juices. His member tensed within her inner folds, her inner muscles contracting hard as he released his load. She loved that hot, intimate feeling of a man’s cum filling her pussy. There was something about it that just made the feeling more satisfying.
Some older woman still thought that was weird, though. Olivia didn’t understand that. It wasn’t like every woman her age didn’t have a customizable implant that gave them total control over their fertility. She’d heard a few horror stories about the old days for when women had to rely on less effective methods, but that was the past. She wanted to enjoy the present.
With Patrick, there was plenty to enjoy and she made sure he got his share. She lingered with him, their naked bodies entwined as they caught their breath. When the orgasmic process concluded, Patrick cast her an affectionate grin.
“We…really needed that,” he told her.
“Yeah…we did,” Olivia said, smiling back.
“I’m still not sure who needed it more, though.”
“Does it matter?”
“Hell no!”
They shared a good laugh and an affectionate kiss. After their lips parted, Patrick withdrew from her and laid down next to her. Olivia remained on her back, feeling so relaxed and refreshed she was practically glowing. It was just the kind of fulfillment she’d sought. She shuddered to think how she’d keep her sanity without that feeling.
“You know, it’s times like this I feel grateful,” she said as she curled up to her equally-satisfied match.
“Tell me about it,” Patrick said with a content sigh. “Good sex is good for the mind, body, and everything in between!”
“I totally agree, but it’s not just that. I mean…we live in a world where there are places like this,” she went on, “simple, well-run facilities where the IDN can connect us with the people who can fulfill our most basic needs.”
“It sure as hell beats trying to find those people on our own. Makes me feel bad for my grandparents. I can’t imagine how they managed without it.”
“They did, but we don’t have to,” Olivia said, “and that makes it even more satisfying. We’ve got networks that can connect us with people who can satisfy us, places where we can meet, and nobody getting in our way of pursuing our desires.”
“What a world, huh?
“What a world, indeed. I don’t know what it was like before we could just walk into a building, enter our data, and get the great, satisfying sex that we need, but I’m so glad it’s a thing of the past!”
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Why The Outrage Over Brie Larson And “Captain Marvel” Is Misguided (And Counterproductive)
Celebrities sometimes say dumb things. I doubt most people would contest that. Sometimes, celebrities say things that aren’t dumb, but badly taken out of context. I imagine most people would agree with that too. However, in an era where outrage is a national pastime and social media makes it way too easy to blow things out of proportion, it’s easy for a celebrity to cause controversy for all the wrong reasons.
Brie Larson, whose star is set to rise considerably with the release of “Captain Marvel,” is learning this the hard way and a large consortium of angry people on the internet are intent on making it harder. What should’ve been a culmination of a young woman’s career and a female hero’s ascension to the superhero A-list is now mired in the ugliest kind of gender politics.
The origin of that controversy actually had nothing to do with Ms. Larson’s role on “Captain Marvel.” Back in June 2018, she made some overly political comments while accepting the Crystal Award for Excellence in Film. While celebrities making political statements is nothing new, Ms. Larson’s statement was hardly extreme.
It wasn’t some radical feminist tirade.
It wasn’t some angry rant about the outcome of 2016 Presidential Election.
It wasn’t even some act of elaborate virtue signaling by some smug celebrity.
All Ms. Larson did was advocate for greater diversity among film critics. She didn’t just make such a statement on a whim, either. She did so in response to a study published by the USC Annenberg School for Communication and Journalism that revealed a significant lack of representation in the industry of film criticism.
That’s not an unreasonable concern. The western world is becoming more diverse and the success of movies like “Black Panther” and “Crazy Rich Asians” shows that there’s a market for such diverse tastes. Advocating for greater representation in the field of film criticism makes a lot of sense.
Unfortunately, that’s not the message that some people gleamed from Ms. Larson’s comments. All they heard was that she doesn’t want to hear from white men anymore. They somehow got the impression that Brie Larson resents white men and her movies, including “Captain Marvel,” aren’t made for them. They’re not even welcome in the conversation.
Who these people are and the politics they represent is difficult to discern. I don’t think it’s accurate to call them conservative, liberal, feminist, anti-feminist, leftist, or any other political label. Outrage culture rarely gets that specific, but given the heated politics surrounding movies like “Ghostbusters” and “Star Wars: The Last Jedi,” it’s a frustratingly familiar narrative.
While I can understand some of the outrage surrounding “Ghostbusters” and “Star Wars: The Last Jedi,” in this case I don’t think it’s justified. That’s not just because I’m a big fan of Marvel Comics, superhero movies, and all things Captain Marvel. It’s because the actual substance of Ms. Larson’s words don’t warrant the controversy she has generated.
For specific reference, here’s what she actually said during her speech in June 2018. Read it very slowly and try to understand the context of her statement.
Remember, she said these words after learning how little diversity there was among movie critics. Unlike most people, she was actually in a position to do something about it. Being an Oscar winning actress who was poised to join the Marvel Cinematic Universe, her words carry more weight than most.
Even so, those words were construed as racist and sexist, two exceedingly loaded terms that bring out the worst in people, especially on the internet. Never mind the fact that she made clear in her original speech that she did not hate white men. Never mind the fact that she has since clarified her words. She is still being attacked as some angry radical feminist who hates men, especially those who are white.
It would be one thing if she had said outright that white men should be banned from criticizing certain movies. Many celebrities, including a few still relevant today, have said far worse. However, that’s not what Ms. Larson said. She never, at any point, advocated disparaging white men. She didn’t even say that people who hate her movies are racist and sexist, something the “Star Wars” crowd is painfully familiar with.
Again, all Ms. Larson spoke out against was a lack of diversity among film critics. That part is worth emphasizing because it renders the outrage surrounding her statement as utterly absurd. It also makes the targeted attack on the fan reviews for “Captain Marvel” both asinine and misguided.
Even though the movie isn’t out yet, the movie is being targeted with negative comments on Rotten Tomatoes. Since it has only screened for a handful of audiences, it’s unlikely that any of these people actually saw the movie or were inclined to see it in the first place. Some are even claiming that this has already impacted the projected box office for the movie.
Whether that impact manifests remains to be seen, but it’s worth noting that when “Black Panther” was targeted with similar attacks, it failed miserably. At the moment, early reactions to “Captain Marvel” have been glowing so the chances of these attacks hurting the box office are probably minor at best. If the pre-ticket sales are any indication, the movie will likely turn a hefty profit for Marvel and their Disney overlords.
Even if there were an impact, it would be for all the wrong reasons. It would send the message that there’s a large contingent of people who are willing to work together to tank a movie because of comments a celebrity said that had nothing to do with that movie and weren’t the least bit controversial, when taken in context.
In this case, it was simply twisting someone’s comments to make them sseem like they said things that they never said or even implied. Then, those who bought into that narrative simply use that as an excuse to disparage a movie that they haven’t seen. That’s not just absurd, even by the skewed standards of outrage culture. It sends the worst possible message from those who think they’re protecting their favorite movie genre.
It tells the world that they don’t care what a celebrity actually says. They actively look for an excuse to hate someone who doesn’t completely buy into their preferred status quo. It would be one thing if that status quo was just and reasonable, but that’s not the case here.
All Ms. Larson did was advocate for more diversity among film critics. If that is somehow too extreme, then the problem isn’t with her or celebrities like her. It’s with those determined to hate her. There are a lot of issues in the world of celebrities and movies that warrant outrage, but advocating for more diversity in film criticism isn’t one of them.
I can already hear some people typing angry comments stating that if she had said those same words, but changed the demographic to something other than white men, then it would be an issue. However, the fact remains that this isn’t what she said.
It also doesn’t help that Brie Larson identifies as a feminist and that term has become incredibly loaded in recent years. However, she has never embraced the kind of radical rhetoric that other, less likable celebrities have espoused. Until she does, those determined to identify her and “Captain Marvel” as racist, sexist propaganda are only doing themselves and their politics a disservice.
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