Jessica
Frankly, this entire 'woman's place' in the world shit makes me sick. We've got a bum rap from square one. We were taught how to nurture, caregive, cook, clean and similar bullshit but, honey, that don't pay the bills. I would never have a man I 'needed', only one I 'wanted'
Oh I was raised in a dys-fuck-tional family, beaten, abused and married someone who made me feel right at home until I was 20. So fuckin' what? I stopped being a victim when I got old enough to figure it out. Hell, it's so much easier to grow some nads and go for it than to drag all that frigging baggage around as proof that you're a helpless piece of shit.
No phrase makes me sicker than "I'm doing the best I can." 'Cause, hell no, you're not, or you wouldn't be so screwed up. A woman has no balls -- which is fine, it doesn't take BALLS, it takes a spine and we all have that.
Smart? Damn straight. Too much so for my own good. I detest: ignorance, bullshit, self-absorbed assholes who think I can't see right through their transparent shit, people who are nice to me because it's the right thing to do, those who won't say to my face what they will to my back, emotionally lazy fucks who piss and moan about the toll that their pasts have had on them yet they won't get off their asses to make the "now" any better, people who say "I'm doing the best I can"; those who try to impress me (heh heh).
What impresses me? Not a fucking thing. Never has, never will. Why? Because there's nothing that anyone sucking air 'has' or 'is' that I can't have or be if I set my mind to it.
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