I’m just doing what I do. Life is like surgery- sometimes you’ve just got to do it and hope for the best. Some guy wrote several emails to the website today. He just can’t stop thinking about me, literally- obsessing over me- grinding his dirty, yellow teeth over what a slut, bitch I am- he doesn’t even have the balls to sign his name or leave an email- what a limp dick…sad…He really hates me. He doesn’t even know me, I guess he saw a few videos and read the blog- hahaha! He doesn’t understand anything -and his girlfriend probably just dumped him or thought he was gross and so wouldn’t give him a blow job- or his mom- whose basement he lives in -ran out of his favorite breakfast cereal- like fruit loops- this morning. Bad bad mommy- that’s how these things work- how my day goes…every day-push it into the one whose taking it -even if you’ve never met? It seems so- because you don’t need to know me. You don’t need to be a biter to have sharp teeth. This game gets so boring and predictable- for me anyway…don’t you think? I’m more of a hands on- and all the men who come around prefer to be angry- sky humping- mousy, hiding gimps -angry little cowboys riding atop their choice of a sex toy- and I’m not implying she’s an actual person either- The cowards locked in their bedroom while mommy makes dinner- and the way they bare their baby teeth, it’s a joke -and you know it’s true. This guy was vile and disrespectful – angry rapist prototype- But he shouldn’t choose me to fondle because you know what I’ll do…or maybe you don’t know what I’ll do -and maybe that’s the thrill. After all, we all want a little shake up every now and again don’t we? Anyway, isn’t there anyone out there who is different? How can we play a game if I always know your next move before you do? And you push me out onto the edge- and I’m sweet and caring and then I snap- like an inner automatic 3 strikes you’re out- mechanism. She is bigger than I am, my alter ego -who many of you have formed a love/hate affair with- and it’s amusing because if you find me so blasphemous and disgraceful why do you keep coming back for more? Why do you email me several times a day telling me how much you hate me? I’ll tell you why, it’s called DEVOTION – you prick. And I’ve got yours on a stick and you know you love me – and you’re just jealous of “pussy wiped” BD (yes I know you meant pussy whipped- learn how to spell ok?) because I “treat him like one of my dogs” – and shouldn’t you be so lucky?- my dogs are canine lords and they get kissed a million times a day by me, their beloved. And they eat better and smell better and are cleaner than you are- and I love them- who loves you? You are so spun out because your mommy never potty trained you. I love everyone. I’m not “the evil Kali” I’m not Kali at all. I’m a witch who spanks and consumes. I’m a bitch whose not taking no for an answer you poor little fellow.
I’m a goddess with a hard on -who never gets soft or intimidated by greatness (again, please contain the jealousy) I’m too much for you and I feel sad that you’re so shook up -and I just want to say, life is tough guys- when we can’t deal with our lust for power, prestige and control. And there’s no quick fix for your sexual inadequacies -because they’re all in your stuttering, sputtering mind and your head is loose and your “special hand” is calloused- get it? Stop choking the monkey and get down on that brain trash – that makes you hate people like me who talk out loud- and aren’t passive aggressive -and are honest -and who care enough to write about this dilemma- the dilemma of boy man vs. sexy angry mommy- and yes you did want to fuck her and you know it. Why does everyone lie and hate me because I don’t?
I love you, you know. And that makes you angry also because that’s not how it’s supposed to work right? Because sexy women are vain bitches who only want money and the souls of men- and that makes it easier to manage doesn’t it? So you target me and try to get me back in my place? He’s 30 years older than me- I respect every word he says- and I also respect every word I say. I’m not stupid because I’m not ugly- and because I’m not ugly doesn’t simply make me a dick sucking, soul devouring, gold digging whore- so be nice to mommy or I’ll have to get the belt out. Don’t make mommy beat you ok? Just get down on your knees because we both know what you want…
and then if I want any lip from you, I’ll scrape it off my zipper.
This is a BIG spiritual teaching.