Charles
Although each of my cell nuclei has a Y chromosome, I have been known
to cross gender lines for fun (though not for profit...). Sometimes I
put on a feather boa and sing "Sweet Transvestite" from the Rocky
Horror Picture Show - Karaoke - for an audience. I have also been
inducted into the "Attractive Woman Club" (A Tongue-In-Cheek
Organization). I have other stories to tell - at my convenience.
I didn't acquire a real edge until after I left my girlfriend the
summer before last. It seemed that she didn't quite have what it took
to live out her life to her satisfaction, and she wanted to blame it
all on me, so I left. After some brooding, emotional housecleaning and
growing stronger, I feel much better. These days I tend quietly to
avoid situations not to my liking. I don't think a Heartless Bitch
has to be noisy about it. Unless the poor schmuck insists.
Although I am a natural caregiver by temperament, you won't see me
offering to take care of every stray that crosses my path. In fact,
I doubt the sincerity of any "caregiver" too eager to give aid at the
drop of a hat, especially to the opposite sex. Men and women both look
silly doing it (or fishing for that kind of treatment, for that
matter). One more thing to remember; don't piss off a caregiver - a
caregiver KNOWS WHERE IT HURTS.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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