Ponderings of the day

This past week I have directed several potentials to this blogspot,and heard nary a word in response once accomplished,which had me pondering why. What is it in particular about my blogs which deters prospective males? My prevailing thought is that males are cowed by the fact that I accept no BS,and expect to be spoiled for the time I allot. My strength and expectations hit at the pride and ego of the entitled patriarchal pride of males. Think that is it?

Perhaps one of the primary explanations as to why my words and thoughts send males scurrying for cover,is that they recognize me for the threat I am. A dangerous woman who does not require validation externally,nor require outside influence to complete her life and sense of self. My dominance is a slap in the face to perceived patriarchal teachings relaying that women need a male in order to feel of worth,and that the approval of men is a need in the mind of a woman.

The truth is that I am honest to fault when it comes to making clear just what use I have for males. It is my belief that males were created to serve the designs of women period,and that women are owed compensation financially from males due to the task of dealing with them. Is that cruel,does it hurt the feelings of males? Pity than,but then perhaps not,for males must learn their duty and position if they are ever to have value,so if one must suffer emotionally from the destruction of their ego,so be it.

Those that come crawling with the mentality of "I scratch your back,you scratch mine" are seriously lacking in sense. In no way am I here to scratch your itch. Call it selfish,name me self-centered,I care not,but it will not change my requirements from males. You either serve,and that means doing as I desire,not and I mean not offering service to me that is centered upon what pleases your dicklet. I could not give a fuck less about what it is that your dick wants. Evolve beyond that or be buried beneath the sky high mound of other males who have attempted to veil their intentions prior to you.

To some service is a fantasy they have created. A safe little virtual cocoon where women seek them out to get them off physically,because oh yes they truly believe that women desire nothing more than to give of their energy,time,and self-respect by catering to male delusions. That only happens in really bad porn by the way.

So yes I have come to the conclusion that I am the big cruel BITCH who values her time way more than you ever will,and that is why you will never receive a moment of it. You bore me with your wanking dreams,and how your dick thinks you should serve me..the reality is that you must PAY for my time,you must PAY for my attention,you must PAY for my pleasure,and happiness. That is all there is to it. I will not allow males to suck me dry like a leech..you pay,pay,and then pay again,and just maybe I might have something to say to you. Don't like it,doesn't get your dick hard,oh well,see ya never. :)