This was literally gonna be a post about my sexist toys but it turned into this instead, enjoy.

Hey all GANG GANG wasssup! and thanks for all the incredible unsolicited advice! Please tell me more on how to move okay, and what’s your email addresses too please so I can send invoices for your consultation fees, what’s the rate again? You can also post it to 123 SHUT THE FUCK UP I GOT THIS Lane.

kk so now with the fun stuff. Many years ago in the early 2000s when I wrote like Perez Hilton as in MEAN and funny but also remember my origin roots are with VICE magazine trolls so I am severe with it when I gotta be and I also have problems with justice where I deem the culprits (you) are fucking around too hard so I am the FIND OUT and I have always been this way in my life. I am the top dog. People always try to cut down the top dog. The tallest poppies get cut. Anyway, I can tell you times where men (rob) have blasted me away due to my raging arrogance and intelligence. yes. I am a savant, a gifted person, and because my childhood is over don’t mean my brain is. The type of person that I am draws a crowd and also fans, people with crushes, and then people I bed, have bedded.

11 years ago when I was mentally checked out of Rob’s bullshit big time and I was partying plus bartending and never still. I was living with him but also traveling to Detroit monthly for weeks at a time and he inevitably got bent out of shape about it dunno why he didn’t fully toss my ass out but he got very aggressive with me, our friendship was becoming unglued and fractured. This is also when he accused me of stealing an antique bottle that he hid on himself then we didn’t speak for years til he came clean then more years when I got enraged all over again about it when he told me he found it and eviscerated him over the phone.

When you hear someone saying that they strongly suspect you stole a gay ass antique bottle that you didn’t even know existed you become cartoonishly, explosively upset. I am only matching the energy that is placed before me and sometimes one-upping it because I get angry at the inconvenience of my feelings being hurt, disregarded, not listened to, believed, trusted, and so on. In short, I am TOO SMART.

You may notice a pattern of men trying me thru the years. To conquer me, to dominate me, to end me. When you are constantly fight or flighting how can you not be an alcoholic?

I was sitting at the big wooden table in Rob’s condo, he was angry and ranting at something while I was counter-balancing the chaotic energy by sitting calmly, stoicly. I was fatigued and only wanted to sit there before the next thing on my schedule would force me to prepare for it while fuckface Rob is screaming down into my face and THEN he blurts out how many women he has slept with and this high number is suppose to make me feel small and bow down to him.

Well. My body count is way higher so I just sat there, as this stanky filthy vile sputtering coke bottle glasses manic farmer faced attempted to scare me with this rant. I just looked up at him, bewildered and totally grossed out by the flex. Like, for one, those poor women and two I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW THIS!!!

Okay this was suppose to be a lead-in to my SEXIST Toys blog post which will come later now. Shifting gears.

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