Wendy
Bite me. Yeah. I said it.
I am a girl, yes, it's true. Glad we got that out of the way. But treat me like you think I can't handle myself, or that I somehow need you, and you'll find out pretty quickly what I think of the idea of the "weaker" sex.
I ride a very cute mod retro scooter, Yamaha Vino 125. Yes, it looks like a girl's bike. Fuck off if you think all women who ride on two wheels have to look like rode-hard whores on Harleys.
I shoot a Springfield Armory ultra compact 1911 .45, and don't tell me how that's a "scary" thought. What is it exactly about a woman being well-educated and experienced in how to use a firearm that bothers you, anyway?
I cuss like a sailor if I think you can handle it. If you can't, I probably won't say enough to you for you to have any idea who I am anyway.
I love hockey and I played on both men's and women's teams. I preferred playing with the men because they didn't cry when we lost, and they thought it was funny when I tried to knock them over.
My most worthwhile friends are those with whom I can converse non-stop for hours or sit in utter quiet together in complete comfort. I am happy to report that a good number of these (about half, in fact) are indeed other women who get labeled "Bitches" quite often.
I'm a Libertarian, and I advocate responsibility and self-reliance on a level most people don't think is possible. This means don't make up a lie to cover your ass. This means don't blame someone else when you screw up. It means accept yourself for who you are, and get on with it. If you don't like who you are or what you've done, make amends and grow. Grow somewhere, somehow. Just don't sit there and whine and expect me to listen.
I'm all girl and all tomboy all at once. I don't mind getting my hands dirty, as long as I can wash up later. I like being who I am, even when nobody else does.
I also couldn't care less what you think about any of this. Did I mention bite me?
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