Christa
Where to start...
Well, the happiest day of my life was when I truly stopped giving a fuck
what anyone thought of me. After many years of being referred to as either a
closeted lesbian, a tomboy, a Bitch, a cold ball-buster, etc... I found that
true liberation came in the form of just not giving a damn. Hence, I
don't.
I play ice-hockey, outrace many men on a road bike, founded my own sports
league/business, work for a disaster relief agency, am 32 and happily single,
can run electrical wiring in my own house without calling a male counterpart in
a panic, kill my own spiders without screaming "eeek", swear like a sailor when
irritated, and still look damn fine in a pair of stockings, red lipstick and
high heels.
"Pretty girls" bore me, rude men irritate me, and I have on more than one
occasion threatened strangers (and coworkers, and supervisors, and relatives)
with a swift kick in the crotch when provoked.
Yet at the same time, I believe in compassion, kind-heartedness and have
been caught exhibiting moments of tenderness. Anyone have a problem with that?
They are free to arrange a meeting between my foot and their ass.
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