Dont be fooled. Women are just like men. Nobody wants equality. Everyone wants the upper hand.
Realizing that I had a bargaining tool inside my very own mouth, I decided to get back at my former oppressors. After a particularly rigorous night, I asked her for a ten spot shortly before she routinely passed out. In a daze, she reached for her environment friendly hemp purse and produced a twenty dollar bill, saying, You can just pay me back later.
Of course, I had no intention of ever giving back this money, which I had rightfully earned. After all, I was performing a great service.
A few days passed before we were able to spend the night together again. She had apparently forgotten about the borrowing of the twenty and didnt ask for it back. Perhaps this was because she was in such a state of delirious ecstasy that nothing could possibly be remembered, or, as I would like to believe it, she understood the arrangement I was beginning to craft.
After she was done screaming and quivering and all of that, I politely took claim to the forty dollars she now owed me. She shot a quizzical look at my outstretched palm. I told her I thought forty dollars was a fair price. She laughed at first, but then fell into a deep depression once she realized I was being entirely serious.
Perhaps the idea of her lover only wanting to fulfill her intimate needs for financial gain was a turn off. Perhaps she was afraid of becoming jealous when I eventually extend my practice to other women. Or maybe she just had a hang-up of sorts about being a John.
Whatever the case may be, we went our separate ways shortly after that night.
I realized that the climate of the average female mindset would never allow me to become a straightforward prostitute. I decided the best course of action would be to redirect that energy into becoming an utterly worthless boyfriend.
This took some doing. Im naturally a good, loyal, honest and beautiful human being, right out of the gates. Becoming a son-of-a-bitch took considerable effort on my part; like learning how to walk with a new center of gravity thanks to heavy tail.
Yes! Just like that. My, what a powerful and accurate metaphor that was! Christ, I'm amazing. Thank you. Thank you.
Realizing that I had a bargaining tool inside my very own mouth, I decided to get back at my former oppressors. After a particularly rigorous night, I asked her for a ten spot shortly before she routinely passed out. In a daze, she reached for her environment friendly hemp purse and produced a twenty dollar bill, saying, You can just pay me back later.
Of course, I had no intention of ever giving back this money, which I had rightfully earned. After all, I was performing a great service.
A few days passed before we were able to spend the night together again. She had apparently forgotten about the borrowing of the twenty and didnt ask for it back. Perhaps this was because she was in such a state of delirious ecstasy that nothing could possibly be remembered, or, as I would like to believe it, she understood the arrangement I was beginning to craft.
After she was done screaming and quivering and all of that, I politely took claim to the forty dollars she now owed me. She shot a quizzical look at my outstretched palm. I told her I thought forty dollars was a fair price. She laughed at first, but then fell into a deep depression once she realized I was being entirely serious.
Perhaps the idea of her lover only wanting to fulfill her intimate needs for financial gain was a turn off. Perhaps she was afraid of becoming jealous when I eventually extend my practice to other women. Or maybe she just had a hang-up of sorts about being a John.
Whatever the case may be, we went our separate ways shortly after that night.
I realized that the climate of the average female mindset would never allow me to become a straightforward prostitute. I decided the best course of action would be to redirect that energy into becoming an utterly worthless boyfriend.
This took some doing. Im naturally a good, loyal, honest and beautiful human being, right out of the gates. Becoming a son-of-a-bitch took considerable effort on my part; like learning how to walk with a new center of gravity thanks to heavy tail.
Yes! Just like that. My, what a powerful and accurate metaphor that was! Christ, I'm amazing. Thank you. Thank you.
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I wrote an essay discussing Sarah, a very laudatory (but heartfelt) one, and JT liked it enough to post it on his website, if you're curious...
http://www.jtleroy.com/coolStuff/new/thestuff/damienessay.htm