This reminds me of the post I read recently - linked to from one of the blogs - by the sex worker who complained about how often her customers comment on how they want to please her. (”I am a tongue master and I love to please”). Ick. Let’s be in it for both of our pleasures, please.

Anywho, end rant

So there you go. There’s at least one of us out there.

Because, to my mind, to demand that the cold, cruel world supply you with a woman who’s young enough not to be guarded and jaded while at the same time congratulating yourself on how unconcerned with her past you are is certainly some kind of accomplishment.

Or to be unable to see the glaring contradiction between treating a woman like a princess and embracing her as a whole person. (Well, actually, that one is fairly run of the mill, isn’t it?)

Or, best of all, to publish a list of impossibly exacting standards for a mate, one of which is the “ability to see the world without preconceptions.”

I do not come from a life privilege, all I have achieved I have earned.

Something about its total awfulness, however, propelled me forward. Good on ya, Kyso, for your fabulous takedown of MM.

It took eight years to leave him and another ten to unravel the damage and figure out who the hell I actually was. I hope this man continues to yearn and never find what he wants. Unfortunately, he will find another lost little girl like I was to mold and shape into his image.

What always gets me about reading these types of ads and those like sugardaddie.com; if they are professionals, then probably there are women who work for them. Am I the only one who imagines that no woman who toils under the yoke of such pricks would ever be promoted, properly trained, given a fair shot or even paid equal to her male co-workers?