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Bitch is not an insult.
3/13/2006 5:25 am Last Read: |
I get this kind of email from time to time "If you've got a husband, you shouldn't be looking for anything. You want all this stuff but say you're not a golddigger, when what you really are is a spoiled bitch." Yawn. Right, let's look at the facts shall we? In the five days I've been on the site: Profile views:365 Times in the Hotlist in the past 30 days: 9 Matching views: 93 Winks: 36 Seems someone out there likes my forthright attitude. As far as the "You're married, what are you doing here?" I really must laugh. How many people here are looking for "discreet relations" or "No strings fun"? The difference between them and myself is a) my husband is completely aware what I'm doing and b) he often encourages me to go out and be "a bad kitty". We have our relationship, and there are things he cannot give me, and vice versa. That's why he has one girlfriend and one mistress, and why I'm looking for my compatriot. It's not so much a mental stretch. The mental stretch comes on my end - how in the world is cheating on someone preferable to my own situation?! Get a grip on something other than your dick, please. Goldigging: uhuh. A golddigger wants diamonds, furs and trips to Europe completely paid. I hate diamonds and furs as I'm a bit more environmentally conscious than the average "seeking a sugar daddy" type, and trips to Europe take too much time away from my other pursuits. Your money doesn't impress me if it's being used in a Gatsby way - merely to impress, not to enjoy. But neither am I impressed by a slobby person whose idea of "dinner in" is beans and sausages. Sensuality is taking pride in what one has and in the presentation. I don't like the way I look in leather and latex, therefore I don't wear it. I prefer tasteful to slutty, thus I'm not likely to appear in stereotyped smutty outfits. A meeting with one's lover should be a feast for the senses, should set the right mood. I would expect candles to be lit, a fine dinner laid out and lovingly prepared, an evening planned in such a way that shows my lover takes a vested interest in me being happy. Too many men seem to expect a woman to show up to their house, immediately get on her knees, give them what they want, and then leave. That isn't me. There's give and take. Set the stage, show some regard for your fellow libertine, and I bloom in ways that tend to dazzle the senses. It's why my former, fellow Don Juan tended to make our monthly meetings very lavish; not for the "I have money, aren't I studly" but out of general appreciation and the way it set the stage. I know most people seem to think the word bitch is insulting. Women usually get the term "bitch" flung at them when men don't get what they want out of them. If anything, hearing "bitch" tells me I'm on the right track, especially if the term is being used by someone below my standards. I do not just give anyone anything they want. I do not fall over backwards in gratitude because someone decides they like my photo. I don't respond to a "show me ur tits" by immediately complying,and I say so. In short, someone directing "bitch" at me usually gets a smile and a "Thank you". I have had the word used with a wide smile, and I took it very much to heart. To me "bitch" means "You're not giving me what I want on demand". It means "You are entirely too comfortable with what you want, and I'm not it." It means "you know your own mind entirely too well." In the end, laddies, bitch to me is a COMPLIMENT. So trust me, if you try sending me something insulting in the post, it's not breaking my heart. It's not hurting my iddle, widdle feewings. It's not dashing my self-esteem against a wall and making me drown in sorrows. It's not forcing me to diet or dye my hair blonde. I read, I snicker, I shake my head, I throw the email away and then go and read the other emails or accept another network offer. Save your energy for something else, as you won't be hurting me a jot. Fellow sistahs, take heart. Demand what you like, when you like. If a man wants you, he better impress you. And we can all be bitches together. |
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