Hi there!

I like to think of myself as a man of reasonable intellect, able to maintain a conversation touching on a variety of subjects. And I would like to explain to you, the woman reading this, why your notions about the world and your place in it, are wrong.

After all, if you are here, you must be harboring some doubts. No one who engages with misogynists on the internet is really ever free from that irksome voice in the back of her head telling her that she is less than.

You are looking for an excuse to be less than me, to admit that your place is beneath me. I am more than happy to provide it. But I don’t wish for you to simply roll over and spread your legs. We both know that the chase is where it is. That tension between you knowing that your arguments are exhausted and waiting for me to move in for the rhetorical kill.

I love to draw it out, toying with you. Teasing you. Knowing that you are becoming more flustered, more sloppy in your arguments with each message that passes between us.

So message me, why don’t you? Tell me how unimpressed you are, how this isn’t working, even as your words and your own body betray you to me.

I look forward to it.