WhipTheHip -> RE: The problem with pro femdoms (9/29/2006 11:39:13 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Sunshine119 > So let me get this straight. You interviewed hundreds and hundreds of Dommes > in order to run a Dominatrix business but very few had any interest in bdsm. [sm=ugh.gif] I interviewed hundreds and hundreds of women who wanted to work as Pro-Dommes. > So....if you ran this service, basically you are now trying to tell us you > were just a pimp? What pimp pays for want ads in legitement papers for legal activity, hires women to work for him, then gives the women all the profits, and allows them to beat him, if they want? I hope your brain doesn't always work this poorly. > I thought the vast majority of these miserable women just wanted > to suck and fuck for money or drugs? This is true. > Sadists, just in case you still haven't picked this up yet, like to > inflict severe pain. Why you think they would prefer sex offenders > and child molesters is beyond me. I hope your brain doesn't always work this poorly. > You've been a professional pimp, a rocket scientist, a lawyer (another post) Never said I was a pimp. Never said I was a lawyer. I hope your brain doesn't always work this poorly. > a person trying to found his own church on peace and love, Something like that. > a computer expert I never made this claim. > a carpentry expert, woodworking expert, That would be the same thing twice. I hope you know a carpenter is a wood working expert. I hope your brain doesn't always work this poorly. > professional investor (all from your profile). True. > Let me just ask one question: How long have you been > suffering from delusions of grandeur? You want delusions of grandeur, I will give you delusions of grandeur. When I was a kid, I thought I would invent a time machine, or at least succeed where Einstein failed in unifying gravity with the other forces in physics. I've sailed to the Bahamas many times on a 37' Tartan. I'm a registered member of Mensa, and belong to other high IQ groups with much stricter IQ requirements. I graduated high school top in a class of 500. Over a dozen students from my graduating class were accepted to Ivy League Schools or equivalent like University of Michigan. My high school was one of the top high schools in the country. It was rated up there with the Bronx High School of Science. We had our own planetarium. I still remember a sign a fellow student from my German class put on it: "Keepen zie cotton picken handz off die controlzen" or something like that, only more witty. I am also a nature photographer who pioneered the use of Hollywood movie techniques in nature photography. I managed a low rent hotel, and a moderately priced hotel on the ocean. I operated an A/C repair business. I have ADD. I am in the process of patenting a half-dozen inventions. I took a second year college chemistry course, Inorganic Qualitative Analysis, under Professor Hahn at Wayne State University the summer following 9th grade, and took "Quant," the summer following 10th grade. I was the youngest player to show up at University of Michigan to play Wff n' Proof. Professor Layman created the game to teach propositional calculus to his law students. The instruction manual was a text book. It used to be advertised in Scientific American. I read it in 9th grade for fun. So did another one of my classmates who was much smarter than me. I majored in mathematics and physics. My parents were Detroit socialites. They had the longest divorce in the history of Michigan, which caused my father to go broke. I've lived in Romania, Thailand, China, and Hong Kong. I help the homeless, the mentally ill, and those with substance abuse problems. I studied in a seminary for many years. My first relationship was with two gay females. One was a stripper. I helped a failed commodities trader I met in Mensa make his first million dollars trading S&P 500 futures. I've played countless games of chess, but can't break a chess rating of 1800 which is pretty bad. For the most part, I have been a failure in life. All my high school teachers and university professors thought I would leave a big mark on the world. So far my life has been one disaster after another. I'm a big nerd who has never had much success with women. I've helped a lot of people become very rich, but this hasn't helped me much. I made friends with a 10 foot alligator, and used to feed him out of my hand. Today is my birthday. I am about to inherit a quarter of a million dollars which is really nothing. Next year I will use a good portion of it to buy "calls" on companies that have a lot of oil holdings. I will do this on the supposition that Bush will invade Iran sometime between July 2007 and July 2008 to stop them from aquiring the atom bomb. My real delusion of grandeur comes from my belief that I rediscovered Hugh Everett's MWs theory in the late 1980s after popular writers had all ready written about it. I don't expect anyone to believe this far-fetched claim. No matter what happens in my life from this point onwards, it won't change the fact that I am a pathetic loser. Delusions of grandeur. I always had them. They just never materialized. And if they do now, it won't matter much. I am pretty much sick of people. There is no one anymore I care to impress. All the people I have cared about are dead or lost. The rest of the people in the world are various shades of you. No offense, but I'd rather be dead than live in the world with the kind of superficial people who inhabit it now. It is is all delusions of grandeur. I made it all up. Don't believe a word of it. How foolish could anyone expect others to be? You nailed it on the head. The nail that stands out will be beaten down. Everyone has got to take a shot at that nail and pound it down like all the other nails. We can't have any outstanding nails. You've won. You know the truth. Silly me. Shake your head back and forth. Who am I trying to kid? Everybody seems to know me better than I know myself. Yes, I just go about making things up to entertain people. A famous priest went golfing alone in disguise on a Sunday. It was raining and the golf course was deserted. God said, I am going to teach this guy a lesson. He hit a hole-in-one the very first hole. Then he hit a hole-in-one on the second hole. He kepti hitting hole-in-one after hole-in-one.
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