tailofdogma

poor intellectual whores. get a fucking spine.

shame on you. i just wrote this missive to the man in charge of that nasty site you've recommended:

"dallas.

i find your whole analysis offensive (mostly in the approach), yet perfectly accurate, barring some things.

for instance: i have male friends i would fuck, and i know my male friends would also fuck me, but there are reasons that doesn't happen other than what you've stated. such as, these people are horrible in any kind of sexual/romantic commitment and i just don't want to deal with that. or, they (or i) are in committed relationships that are genuinely based on respect.

so by the definitions you've laid out, both would technically be on the "real" ladder in a woman's world. but they're not. they don't have a prayer, no matter how much i fantacise about licking their nipples. it just ain't gonna happen--unless they suddenly submit to years of therapy and quit their addictions, which will never happen. and with the conversations i have had with my male "friends", it would seem the same is true of them. this is perfectly kosher. it is a recognition of "there's no fucking way we're going to work out, so it's not worth it to either of us emotionally to ever get involved. let's go have coffee."

also. i am not a bitch. i can be a bitch, i can be a cunt, i can be an unholy dervish of absolute evil. but what i AM is not a bitch. what is generally defined as my bitchy behaviour is that i am 100% honest all of the time, and the average person cannot handle it. my friends, however, find this rather enjoyable. i can be relied on for advice that is never sugar coated, and i do expect the same from them.

futhermore, though i would appreciate dating someone who had money, i am generally the "bread winner" in any given relationship. i buy them clothes, i pay for drinks, dinner, movies. i do this because i am fully aware that they haven't the means to return the favour. what i do expect in return is gratitude, perhaps a little dish washing or dinner making or "hey baby let me read you this erotic story in bed." i fail to see where that fits into a power/money category.

but it's true that i want a really fucking sexy guy. or girl. though i would never commit to a female (for they are as a general rule, quite evil), i do enjoy a bit o' boobie every now and again. someone who is well dressed (which can always be done cheaply), educated on art, music, food and wine, and knows how to style their hair is very high on my list. they can ride the bus, work as a waiter, play guitar for pennies on the street. but they better never be uncomfortable ordering a tuna steak or the right wine to go with it, and if they are, they better have the cojones to admit it and let me do the talking.

and then they'll get fucked right solid when we get home.

so, mock what i've had to say at will. i expect that will happen. i just think that what you're doing with this page is perpetuating behaviour, a certain kind of disgusting alpha male stick your dick in whatever you can find sort of dogma, and i find this vile. women don't want a nice guy. they don't want a fucking asshole either. they want someone who is at turns gentle, fragile, easy going, difficult, generous, etc... we want an enigma who isn't afraid to bare his soul. it just has to be done with the right nuance, and that's the fact you're missing. you don't have to be an intellectual whore all your life, all you need to do is gain a little backbone and be the best of both worlds..."

i want to stay as far from food service type stuff as possible. i really don't want to do anything conventional, but i need to find a way to make something non-conventional lucrative.

i want to travel and write. and make money doing it. there's a way, i know...

the crown sounds dangerous, and i think i have more frequently seen that purple bag used for makeup, actually.

i'm kind of a dewar's on the rocks kind of girl. the only thing i'll sully with coke is southern comfort.

it's on 'i am sam'! i have that! hurrah!

it would seem to me that they wouldn't have any right to withhold money for such a thing...

as for our friend's sock puppetry, i think he may have gotten better--after all, he now can use cashmere socks instead of white in the festivities. i mean, everything is better when it's covered up with money, right?

and i haven't been in bed alone. i have two comatose furballs here with me at all times.