Jade
After surviving nearly a decade of unrelenting torture from my peer group, for being fat, for being quiet, for being smart, for being me, I emerged as a woman with set ideas in regards to the way in which I should go about achieving the goals I've set for myself. I don't hand out blowjobs like candy or have my dignity raped for a promotion; I out-think and out-do even those who consider themselves my betters.
I am utterly sickened by women in this city (Los Angeles), women of the world really. Women who are too lazy, too codependent, or too mentally unstable to be alone, fend for themselves and do things WITHOUT the approval of the nearest penis. I have recently evaluated my life, and realized that the thought of becoming one of these needy insecure women makes my skin crawl. I've began to live life with the confidence that what I am doing is for me and me alone. Not my husband, not my children not my boyfriend or girlfriend, but me. I don't pretend to be a Bitch, I don't avoid tears and love songs like the plague for the pathetic *need* to title myself as a Bitch. These things truly sicken me to the core. Weakness and helplessness are a cancer to the female population. I have vowed never to become a statistic in the screaming-epidemic of fragility and simple mindedness in women.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a misogynist OR a misandrist, I have a strong dislike for the frail, whiny and unyielding narcissism of both sexes, however being a woman with such strong opinions, I'm labeled as a Bitch. I was often called a Bitch, and before I embraced it I was offended by it, however this feels like coming home. I'll take that badge and wear it with pride!
Country: United States
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