I used to be a real nice guy: a polite, considerate, thoughtful, feminist. I had successful romantic relationships and always did my fair share of domestic labor: cooked, cleaned, read feminist theory, never dominated a conversation when there were women around. I listened calmly and tried to learn from them even if they were upset about things that I had done. I even stopped looking at porn for a few years at professional porn because, really, if she was only doing it for the money, that meant that she really didn't want to expose herself.

But one day, I decided I had enough of this. Maybe it was around the time Hillary Clinton was running for President. All of the professional women I knew were so supportive of her. But it made no sense. She was a rich woman who had supported policies that victimized large numbers of single mothers and women around the world. How many Iraqi women did she callously defend murdering? How could any liberal take her seriously after her support for ring-wing narco squads in Colombia? How many female-dominated unions did her husband's economic policies destroy? But they didn't care. To these educated, professional women, Hillary's problems were their problems; her struggle to break through the glass ceiling was their struggle. It was then that I recognized that these were not principled people at all: they were assholes who liked to use the excuse of sexism to disguise their own callous elitism.

About this time, things got pretty out of control with my long-term girlfriend. She had always had a bad temper and abandonment issues, but when I tried to devote myself to work so we could have a more stable future together, she took it out on me. I vacuumed, washed the dishes, bought groceries, cooked dinner, but every day she set out to instigate a new petty fight. And then she took to throwing things at me and hitting me. I, of course, never fought back. One day after a particularly nasty outburst, she broke down in tears and then after telling me how ashamed she was of herself, looked me in the eyes and said that she thought she was only "acting out" because she wanted me to punish her. Well that was it. I dragged that tear-stained cunt to the bedroom and put the bitch in her place.

We lasted about six months after that, and though things were better and the sex was hotter, I eventually grew bored of her and tossed her out.

For years, before Covid, I lived a very different life. Single, free, employed, fit, attractive. I picked up women whenever and wherever I wanted and used them exactly in the way that most amused me. If a woman was very attractive and genteel, I would set about making her feel like the most special woman in the world. Within a few hours, her panties would be on my floor. But a woman seemed a little slutty or if I were simply pressed for time, I would be shockingly blunt: grab her ass and tell her exactly how I intended to fuck her. Co-workers, friend's wives, college girls at the bar with a fake id. The media's whining about "Me, too" didn't impress me. Those women were all cynical careerists who found themselves in the situations they did because they trying to get ahead. If the tables were reversed, they would have been creeps, too; at best in slightly different ways. To hell with them. Sometimes when I made it clear to a woman I was trying to pick up that I saw her as nothing more than a piece of meat, she would get mouthy with me. I didn't care. I would move on a find a slut who was looking to get fucked. Anyway, plenty of those mouthy bitches called me the next week, asking if I were still interested.... What I found to my amazement was that a surprisingly large number of women were grateful for the attention and did pretty much whatever I wanted, no matter how degrading. A few of them whined at me afterwards, but generally only after I stopped returning their calls. Maybe somewhere along I treated one or two interesting and nice young women in a way that they did not deserve, but I doubt it. Heck, in principle I still might be the nicest guy you'll ever meet. I just don't think you're worth seeing that side of me. I've learned that I have the most fun when I do whatever gets my cock off, and if I think you're going to find it upsetting, well that just gets my cock harder.

In your first message, identify your age and describe your physical appearance. The more detailed the better. Don't worry I've happily treated a wide variety of pussy like dirt: single moms, married moms, 18 year old black girls desperate for a white daddy, 55 year old Asian ladies desperate for a younger man to fuck them properly, church going ladies, poststructuralist feminists, but I cannot be bothered with bitches who think they are too special to describe their fuck holes. So: age, height, weight, hair style, titty size, pussy grooming, and what you are currently wearing.

I am 5'11", very fit, muscular, handsome, dark blond, and I look about 15 years younger than my age.