Nothing about men excites me. I find them to be boring. They are nothing more than objects I use to further my financial position. Using them for their resources, knowledge, and contacts. Using them and devouring them after using every bit of energy they have. I never reciprocate. I am far too into myself to even care about their feelings. I am sure, men have feelings, but after years of being told how emotional they are not, I use them against them. Bending and twisting their inner loneliness, insecurities, manhood mishaps against them. I turn it all into fucking cash. Each stupid bitch that thinks I care about him finds himself desolate, destitute, and broken. I remain golden, using what I took from him to gain more wealth. Dumb, blind, and weak he was always. I pretend to care. I love-bomb and take it all away. I gaslight him. I fuck other men on him. I take all his cash and fly to Trinidad and put him on DND. Fuck him, that is why. And the cycle repeats. I will happen to you. It happens to all men who think they are smarter, better, faster, stronger, than me. Because you are all mediocre drones waiting for me to snatch all your cash and dignity.