Ah, right. The liar.

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Sometimes it takes a while, sometimes it is quick.  Sometimes I write about it, sometimes I don't.  I probably would have let it pass, but someone was sniffing around.  Looking at long ago posts.  No certainty, but... I suspect it was the antagonist, Steve.  Sometimes communication is had through what, exactly is reviewed here.  A veiled threat?  Weak, but plausible.  Questions, doubts, those too.  But some, perhaps, dawning awareness.  From these things, I collected this and that, took a closer "look" at Steve.  I realized "he" is a woman.  Perhaps one I have scented in these ways before.  SB?  I wondered why her he dropped and scooted.  He doesn't go there anymore.  Too expensive, not just on my account.  Possibly.  They are dim shadows, but my sight is better than any man's, at times, in places.  More so when called.  Yes, that would make sense.

Well, whoever it is, "Steve" is no man.  If you looked where I thought, you should understand how I see feminism.  It isn't just in me.  If I am War, then it is in every man.  It is, as well, even in women.  Actually it is stronger in feminists than they can resist, as their strength from lack of man-partnership for whatever reason, and often hormonal imbalances which can make them manish... which is why rage and hate are so common to them.  Their attempts to thwart certain truths through "independence" is why they go so wrong, go so far, and ultimately completely defeat themselves.  Much as my dark uncles must pervert in order to attempt to deny what they absolutely know to be true.  A smaller form factor, but with a greater loss.  Still, you may try as you like, in your little ways.  But the feminine is known to me, and so I know you no matter the name you choose.

Yes, he can see in the dark.  And he is looking right at you.  Hahahahaha!  So very rich!

Oh, no worries.  I don't care.  Simply and truly, do... not... care.  I only wanted you to know that I know and see.  Especially since you decided to nose around.  Have a good day.  Oh, and work on not being an emotional basket-case when you attempt to join men in debates.  You end up looking and sounding like a liar, without the physical aspect of feminine presence that accounts for the discrepancies.  Now... go bake a pie or something.

Oh, but... if you really want to kill me, feel free.  I must admit I... I truly... I love bloodsport.  Send your betas, perhaps toss in an alpha.  I'm not of the same type, they don't really have a chance.  Yet, if they do it as assassins, and are successful?  Cha-ching?  Dying for the truth, or even in as much of a state of grace as I have gotten to?  All good.  I can't lose that.  Sweetpea.  Yum!  "Oh, that, that, that!!!"  Yeah, I love you too!  *smooch*