goddess writes on Projecting Your Rude Behavior:
“Oh God, you just hit one of my pet peeves. I absolutely LOATHE being told “what I think” by someone else at all, but particularly because they disagree with me…“
Well it becomes very crazy when this happens because the person is actually sparring with my hologram. Think someone would get in my face like that in real life? And on that front, where is their face, hmm? Who is this person who knows so much about me?
That gal specifically said I had a double standard – “You’d go crazy if the soldier went to a strip bar…”
I calmly referred her an anecdote I’d written a couple years prior detailing how the soldier and I would go to these strip bars together when we were kids! This was before that was fashionable, believe me.
I knew some of those girls, I had no problems with them. I am attracted to taboo, remember?
At the time I was about 18 and sure enough when my boyfriend asks me if I want to go in the strip bar — well I do! And I want to interview these girls, you think? Of course I do. Wherever I am not supposed to be is exactly where I want to go. Who crossed the picket line to have sex as a teenager? That was me. I took him, not the other way around. He’s Catholic, remember? He was a babe.
I also used to serve the whores in a restaurant where I worked when I was 17. The owner made them eat the bar so the other customers would not freak. They were pure whores who worked out of a low key whore house right down the street. They were textbook whores in textbook whore clothing and I liked those girls too.
“Would you like some more ice tea?” I’d ask them politely? “Can I take your plate?”
I am sorry but this stuff just does not bother me in the least. I’m not going to be with a man who’s be interested in a whore, now am I?
I’ve said many times I would never be with a man who sat in front of his computer half the night with his dick in his hand but what does that have to do with girls who strip? Nothing I can think of…
Who else is attracted to taboo? Surely I am not the only one. I can’t remember specifically but it was probably me who asked the soldier to take me to the bar in the first place.
“I’ve got to go in this bar for something.”
“Yeah? I have to go there for something too. Come on, let’s go…”
If you think this is not my personality, you’re crazy. If you’re disillusioned, I’m sorry but it seems to come to with the territory and don’t for a minute think this makes me a person of low morals because I am anything but. I was just taught that people are individuals, free to do as they please (Uranus) and I took this very seriously (Saturn).
So if you want to be a whore, be a whore. I’ve got enough respect for other people to figure if they’re doing it they must be getting something out of it and it’s really none of my business.
And if I ever had a man who left me for a whore or a stripper, I’d think that they funniest thing ever. I’d come right on this blog and tell y’all, you know I would. And I’d be laughing my ass off too. I could almost write a song that would be so rich.
One more time, I don’t concern myself with people who don’t like me or don’t love me. I concern myself with those who do.