I was a vicious mother.

If I get brave I'll post a couple of pictures of me with my various Fu-Man-Chus, etc.

I was quite scary.
I still can be.
I have a booming scary voice and a psychotic death-stare.



I would beat up townies who came into our parties and anyone who molested our whores ... I mean our fair virtuous ladies!! Or correct any radical male bully behavior. Though most of it was of the "save a ho' from some asshole drunken bully" variety.


I liked hurting bad men.
Correct that.
I LOVED hurting bad men.

Little in my Unhappy Life has been as satisfying as hearing the crack of a bully's collarbone against a door post, the feel of it giving way, his surprised cries of pain & anguish, and that wide-eyed look of impending helplessness.






I LOVED IT.
FUCKING LOVED IT!