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i must admit I crave the feminine. i have within a fierce desire to conquer it and possess it. yet, i do not lie to myself about the pernicious nature of the feminine. i venture forth with my eyes quite wide open.
let's get to the less pretty reality. the feminine is innately untruthful. the feminine is innately manipulative and hypocritical. it demands of the masculine that he is truthful.. because, lo and behold, that is the essence of the masculine- to be a truth teller. yet, the feminine will invariably lie, and give itself wide, very wide, permission to do so. the world of women is tricky and complicated and deep and dramatic. any woman who says she dislikes drama is lying. she expects men to be without it, but she herself may indulge in it in extravagance.
yet, she craves the domination. she craves to put into her place, thoroughly spanked, as it were. women are such liars that they do not know themselves a good part of the time. they do not understand their own cravings and yet their cravings rule them. the rest of the time they rationalize as best they can and hope that no one notices their contradictions.
I do very much enjoy strong, intelligent, educated, accomplished women, because when they submit, it is that much more gratifying and, yes, their submission is in its essence incredibly truthful and the satisfaction of their deepest cravings. I have yet to meet a woman who is smarter than i am, and i have dated attorneys and doctors, professors, etc. lol... maybe you actually imagine yourself to be the exception.
it is, in the end, a wonderful dance.
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