Lisa
My earliest idol (when I was 4) was the Wicked Witch of the West, and
I've often reflected that either this universe or another, parallel one is
missing a sinister and solitary monkey-loving dictator, since I've pursued
another career. I've always refused to capitulate to the societal demand
to curb my tongue, pull my punches, or otherwise shut up, sit down and pretend
to be dumber than I really am.
Like my earliest idol, I fully expect to die surrounded by incompetent and
literally brainless enemies who've stumbled upon my singular weakness (as yet
unknown, even to me). As I slowly dissolve, I WILL be lamenting the
destruction of my beautiful wickedness, because I AM wicked, and it IS
divine. Meanwhile, I'd like to explore the possibility of Heartless Bitch
solidarity.
Country: United States
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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