I am a product of the lives I have lived. Ive encountered a plethora of useless bitches, fucks and assholes. Every experience and encounter painting my character with unique textures.
I am always left awestruck when ending a relationship with someone that turns vicious. I seldom hold malicious thoughts towards anyone…. Until they lash out in a beastly, juvenile manner; astounding me as to what I saw to let them in my life in the first place.
I paint myself in a harsh way and am cynical and heavily guarded. Yet, I still love, and trust and have faith that there are a handful of decent and worthwhile folks out there in the mists that feel the same way I do.
I abhor ignorance, lying and women who play the helpless female, expecting the world to take care of them. Several come to mind. I know of women rasisng their daughters to believe the world owes them.
And people call me twisted!
I get nasty emails from people judging my choices. Ive been accused of being a prostitute, of bastardizing the lifestule I work in; and being in it only for the money. I am up front and honest. You don’t have to write silly essays and jump through hoops until you’ve spent the amount I want to get the action you desire. I don’t play games or demand to be “spoiled” claiming I’m not seeking compensation… Bitch. It’s the same thing.
I enter into an agreement with you. You lay down your cash. And I, fully clothed… unleash a wealth of experience and knowledge on your mind and flesh. It’s honest and beneficial for all involved.
Here it is… for all former husbands, lovers, friends and slaves… a big, bright, shiny middle finger. Fuck you very much. I learned from it. You bitches made me the loveable, luscious creature I am today.
