Any man (or woman for that matter) that has the audacity to think that I can only identify myself by their perceptions or opinion of me will be thrown SOOO far into next week that they'll forget their own zipcode. I have been beaten and bruised but have come away walking tall and stronger because my adversaries were MORE bruised and beaten my me in their attempt to belittle and hurt me. I am NOBODY'S victim, and could glacially stare someone into their grave for talking to me when I don't want them to. Does the name Medusa ring a bell? One look from me could turn a man to stone. Now, I don't hate men, but I don't like them either. It will take a pretty special guy to get past the armor I wear that will break apart and subsequently shred their skin if they try to F**k with me. The only male on the face of the earth that can get away with anything as far as I'm concerned is Connor, and he has the God given right to do so. He can't help who his father is.

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