Girls who use 'vanilla' like it’s some quirky ice cream preference instead of a whole sexual ethos. Like they think it’s just about not being into kink, not realizing that for us Regulars, vanilla isn’t just a flavor—it’s a goddamn identity. It’s about embracing the simple, unadorned act of being with a woman (yes, even one with a girlcock) without all the performative edge. These are the girls who’ll order a latte with 'extra vanilla' but can’t grasp that vanilla, in our world, means something deeper. It means loving women for who they are, not what they perform. It’s exhausting trying to explain that to someone who still thinks 'vanilla' is just what you sprinkle on your oat milk.