so no, I don't want to hear shit from him in the future about how much me loved me and whatever.
if it takes men months to develop feelings then he had one helluva head start in developing them.
maybe he should stop thinking he's the "younger, hotter" version of a man who I watched GROW into someone who understands love more deeply than ever.
like. thanks for the update, but I'm not worried about backup plans when all I want is to be with the guy who IS everything to me.
sex isn't everything.
money isn't everything.
egos aren't everything.
the truth is everything.
nobody else even bothered to make sure I knew the truth except that man, and that was and is the most precious gift he could have ever given me.
really sick of these fuckbois acting like that didn't cost him more than anything money could ever buy.
it cost us both YEARS of our lives.
he told me he'd be happy for me if I married someone else and that he doesn't care who I sleep with or what I do. he basically offered me up to other men like the soldier did. he wants multiple partners all the time. he doesn't even want to be a dad.
so, needless to say, everyone who did participate in these sex trafficking arrangements will be subject to the full scope of the law.
we are not going to tolerate this shit.
I do consider only one or two of the participating parties to be innocent in that they really didn't have a way to fight back against the bribery and coercion.
whether we bonded over these things is irrelevant to the facts.
but as we all know, these lawsuits often take on other forms – the primary one being that the perpetrators are often shielded by major corporate entities, NGOs, and government agencies. so these entities must be dealt with first before dealing with the individuals who conspired to do these things to me personally.
this isn't about taking everybody's money, but money is a factor because it is the power of money which must be removed from these peoples' hands in order to prevent these situations from happening to anyone else.
true justice is the elimination of threat for all, not just the primary victims.
and just because someone is very wealthy does not mean that they are undeserving of justice; this is what needs to be corrected in the brains of those with the woke mind virus deeply embedded in their brains.
for this reason, I am thankful that international lawyers do exist, because when this all becomes public, it will be after these matters are effectively settled.
believe it or not, but even the wealthiest people in the world do not have to tolerate being seriously victimized by less wealthy people, who were once able to easily justify their crimes via wokeness.
we are not responsible for your jealousy and hatred, you are.
wokeness is actually INJUSTICE masquerading as JUSTICE.
once you rip the mask off, it is clear who is evil and who is not.
I pray every day for this satanic malady to be eradicated from this planet and I know that someday it will be 🤍
to clarify something, some people have referred to what has happened between the few Hired Guns (not by me, but by a gang of weird perverts) and me to be acts of rape because there is no such thing as consent when the setup is rigged.
all I can say is that it's actually sex trafficking, and the term 'rape' defines the act of intercourse in light of the trafficking. if a man is compelled to have pursue a woman and entice her into having sex with him so he can humiliate her, mistreat her, subject her to some level of distress, or whatever, then yeah, that is sex trafficking.
but a powerful man using a less powerful man for this purpose is when it gets sticky, because the more powerful man is essentially sex trafficking both parties for his own exploitative gain. women can also participate in these situations, too, and I would never disregard that fact.
I will say that even if "I liked this one" as my media stalker put it, that the whole thing is being puppeteered by outside forces was scary to both of us. I also can't imagine how distressing it was for the man who intends to marry me to witness my seemingly nonchalant levels of compliance.
tbh, I am literally just very tired of waiting for all of this bullshit to be over so we can be together. he more or less seems to have accepted the infidelity on account of making things feel a little more equal. and yes, it did change things, but in a perfect world, none of this would even be an issue because I'm not that kind of woman to begin with.
I don't need to settle the score like that, I just need a man who values loyalty and fidelity, not just because the world is watching us, but because I mean the world to him and he has no intention of giving that up for a fling.
that's when you know that you are already married in your hearts and the rest is just paperwork and event planning.
Lil Snow's biggest dream, according to him, was to be the guy a woman fucks on the day of her wedding. he described in detail how he wanted to do it, too, but I was like...haha no.
because by that point, I have already made a promise to God to honor my husband in marriage. and no good man should want to intervene to sabotage it unless he's in it for something that is fleeting.
this is why we have to surround ourselves with people who understand the seriousness of two people making a promise to each other before God – everyone who hates us will want to tear us apart, everyone who loves us will protect us from these types of people.
people who don't understand this shouldn't ever get married. Lil Snow said he doesn't believe in marriage and would only say yes if a woman asked him.
I would never ask a man to marry me, and I would never ask him to marry me when a man who has proven himself time and time again to be worthy of being my husband wants to make me his wife.
he said he'd be happy for me if I someday married someone else, but there was a tinge of sadness there.
these things really are just tests of the body, mind, and soul.
I can't imagine how it will feel to see the woman you chased for a while with somebody else, but he is doing the right thing by being cordial and civil about it.
regardless of the lies and manipulation, I want him to be happy and I hope he gets married to someone who he will be faithful to.
unfortunately, he won't be invited to my future wedding for obvious reasons.
read that last part:
THAT BANK ISN'T GOING TO OPEN ITSELF.
also, it's pretty simple to figure out who's guy he is. it's like alignment in AI: does this man's brain work like that man's brain? if so, that's the guy behind this guy.
the problem is that that guy sees far too much of himself in the situation. yeah ok fine you're the reasonably hotter one. omg you're the less hot one so I'm gonna treat you like a friend.
has it ever occurred to some of you that you can't find replacements for yourselves? or is that just how it's been cause you've had to find replacements for me? I get it. it all sucks. it's all too big for even the Superbowl. people WANT me to make it to a place beyond that. they have placed their hopes and dreams in me. but I am not anyone's savior. these things can't even be conceptually legitimate because I am never going to act like I rule over people.
why? they still have choices about their own happiness and so do I. they have to change the world just as much as I do. acquiring money or power will expedite a lot of solutions and answers, yes, but the train is already speeding along and in order to get in it you now have to have a serious amount of momentum.
this is a verrrrry high profile thing and I'm coming out of a six month investigative stint where I had to pretend it wasn't just so I could plug a pipeline. people are grateful for my work and I appreciate them so much but damn bro my brain and heart HURT rn. this is why I'm not going into the Public Sector unless people elect me in a landslide and it's the one where I'm the boss of all bosses and people follow my plan.
but at that point, I do need to already have an established and committed relationship that is unbreakable. and good luck with that, right, cause men encountering a woman with power means that I can make his feelings and break his feelings for me on purpose. and I tend to do that when I feel like I've hit my limit with the unbearable sadness of being lied to.
the public exposure training is getting out of hand. I need a house, a car, a real man, a personal assistant, an international lawyer, and a business manager. I need to be in my own space. I want to walk into a room and know I'm not around people who aren't capable of having important conversations. it's time to close the door on even the people who think I don't have enough real world experience to do whatever it is I'm doing.
I'm doing it. I have done it. I have done more than even some of the biggest names in the game. and I still have more to do because that bank isn't gonna open itself.
unnecessary, but here's what happened the night he "broke up" with me: I was too tired of the bullshit to go to the bar and listen to these men talk shit about me in front of my face. it's a vibe. his friends were cool for a moment but in politically charged scenarios like this, just saying one 'mean' thing about immigrants is gonna make them treat you like you're evil. I'm not evil, I'm just not stupid.
so I was like nah imma sleep have fun.
he comes back around 4am and he's upset cause I didn't go. we talk and I'm like...I think you're too young and stupid to understand what's going on here. he goes cold. like. even I knew it was OVER OVER at that point and I was just gonna have to deal with the pure sadness of having to go through another fairly public thing-gone-wrong. but the thing inside me that went wrong is that I did, in fact, completely sublimate myself to the notion that I could escape my future. why?
there are times that even I am afraid of it. I'm afraid that there's no actual man who can handle the pressure like I can and have, even though I haven't even handled it all that well! I'm just dumb sometimes and I wanna believe that this egotistical nobody can someday become a worthy somebody, but the fact is that I don't fundamentally respect men who haven't had to work for it.
I'm not gonna go into anymore of these Prove-It situations where my cleaning somebody's disgusting bathroom is like a sign that I'm humble. no, I literally just refuse to expose myself to all of your weird germs and mold and filth that you are too fucking lazy to clean yourself.
like. apologies for failing the "does she like male prostitutes?" test but the answer is no I do not and yes I have high expectations of men because last thing I need is some Kevin Federline ass mfer giving me babies then destroying my life cause he wants...stuff.
honestly, it's the kind of thing that makes me realize how important it is to marry a man who understands the traumas of being cash poor with an extremely high net worth. eliminate the whole "using for money" problem and you actually can get to the heart of things.
but damn bro. like. when people are always looking for ways to prove you're evil, they basically end up burning themselves at the stake to find evidence of your dark arts. my dark art is that I know what you're doing and I won't say anything about it until the day I'm done thinking the act is funny and kinda charming. not to be condescending, but that's what happens when men aren't up front with me about who they are and whatever.
no, it's not normal at all but it's necessary.
if you haven't noticed, there's a crowd out there and the line to get in is getting extremely thin cause all the bouncers at the club know who's just here to say they made it.
not denying that a person can have a very tragic past which led them to be self-destructive, emotionally backwards, narcissistic, whatever. like, it happens and the older you get the more you realize it's far more common than not.
but I have never in my life been capable of long-term liking someone who views sex like a sport and not something sacred. sorry. that a bunch of women who are equally desperate for their green cards fight over him is not my problem and is kinda pathetic tbh.
as an American woman, I would rather not ever have to have an interview with immigration. and perhaps this is the problem itself: my status is that important and that meaningful. in this place, you must understand that some men will say or do and be whatever you want them to be just so that they can stay here.
it leads to eye roll cringe level interactions which make me sorta sad tbh. like. I'm sad you weren't born in a country like America.
I find it extremely ironic that he was like, "I'm gonna give you a baby" and days later The Boss was like, "no anchor babies." but the seriousness of this to a young and quite immature man is going to feel much more like a game than anything else.
I remember one time being like, "you're not protecting me, I'm protecting you" and he was like, "awwww, thank youuuu." like. buddy how fucked up are you in the head that my saying that doesn't make you pause and think about what you're dealing with. oh, because you're used to it because of where you're from? no. you're not.
in fact, unless a man's got the advantage of total intellectual immersion in this drama, it's not gonna work out. so what else is there except him literally being a fuckboi? and in what world is that satisfying to a woman whose emotional acuity and depth is the very reason she wrote that song he allegedly told his friends was stupid only to find himself LONGING. like.
buddy. you're not the only one who fell in love with me from my song and decided to pretend like you ain't a fan. I can feel that shit. and I know that you and the soldier have a little competition because why was he soooo upset about a relationship HE ended in approximately the same fashion.
let me be clear, a guy who says he likes when girls cry is a girl in his heart. the other thing is that he's an idiot who wants to be the reason they're crying instead of just being a man. now, I know that there's this trope about rich, desperate old women who love these types of guys. WOULD DIE TO HAVE ONE AMIRITE.
well guess what? that's never gonna be me because I did the long term leg work of making sure my money comes with honor. men love that shit. it's like, "oh, she made her money by being a genius and not through a divorce or by being a hoe? perfecto."
this one knows that the only way to save face is to be like, "I broke up with HER." no. you didn't. I told you I didn't want to go to the bar with your gay friends because they literally all hate women deep down in their souls and so do you. and I'm out here looking for my husband. I've been through this shit already and yeah, it was fun, and I'm sorry to all the men who were hurt by this but fyi it's not that hard to find.
it's just rare that I respect a man at the end of the day because of the work *I* do and how serious it is to me and how seriously important it is to be with A Man Who Is Serious About Shit. does he have to be older than me? no. but he's at least gotta be well out of that undergrown stage where he thinks he's a man cause girls are chasing him.
like. that's gonna dwindle when I stop paying attention to you because even those girls just want the clout of saying they got to steal a guy I know I don't have a future with. congrats? ok. am I jealous? no, I see the girls you bag and they cute but they ain't me. all the serious men know this.
tbh. all this makes me think is that I need to just start phoning it in – not like, checking out while checked in, but literally pretending that I'm making a phone call to my handlers that I would like them to preemptively eliminate all fuckbois from the competition and only allow fundamentally serious men to even engage.
I'm so serious when I say that the police department has hotter, more serious men than the ones who romp around the city searching for green cards and pummeling through non-American p like bowling pins until the time comes that you meet the rare American woman who's decent enough to oblige you while you go all in on the deception.
no, he's NOT a bad guy, but I'm not crying over a dude who's being pre-Luigified; that is, being low key encouraged to murder the CEO of Girl Boss Incorporated, a job I don't even want!
things I have already realized:
I don't need a green card.
I was not involved in a gang-related murder, allegedly.
I like men who are actually very masculine.
he's a petri dish.
his friends are Super Woke.
he hits on men to make women jealous (lol).
I'm not that superficial.
he's too immature no matter how grown he feels.
having a lot of bodies doesn't make a man a man.
despite how the guy would like to frame it, I'm well aware of how unaligned things are. what I don't appreciate is the constant lying, because lies like these are dangerous. he's a lot like the soldier in this regard; in fact, I think they might know each other.
if that is the case, then there's some backstory that isn't being told.
it's all too coincidental and I know the feeling when things really are just random.
this one wasn't random, it was rigged. tbh, I forgot about 90% of the things we talked about because it was like talking to a wall. he was *heartbroken* because I called him young and kinda stupid one time.
I'm sorry but it's kinda true – he's out of his element completely. the only thing he had to his advantage was immediacy and access. but as soon as things got real, he was like a leaf in the wind. he mistakes my emotions about everything for having deep feelings for him.
honestly, my immediate reaction to him was that he was too...uh...how do I say it? not equipped for wherever I'm going in life. I know this and so it's not much of a loss. it's the feeling that perhaps it's all just an act.
these are the types of people I no longer want to even have a chance and I am no longer going to choose.
tbh, if it all comes down to size, anyone can do that and more. aside from that, I'm still struggling to find what's unique about this one except that he gets around wayyyy too much to put my health at risk for that.
sorry to whoever's guy he was but he's out.
full report on Lil Snow por favor.
excuse me but can everyone on Nostr please start talking about how Stacking Sats is better than buying Bitcoin ETFs? I'm really so done with Michael "New Enron" Saylor.
I hate to tell u all this but the NSA was scraping your iPhones in like 2008.
we did it for the music 🫶🏼💫🖤
this lil snow n**** he be playing with me. dude, he be flirting with the bar like Lil Bo Tease. caught him feelin' on a man with some babies at home. and that man straight told him, "homie, leave me alone."
I'm like ok, how about it, let me flex up, try me, doubt it. first you real and now you cloudy, can't remember how it started. "I just saw you lookin' pretty out the corner of my eye. you ignored me like whatever. imma try and be your guy."
two weeks, straight magic, we was causing great depressions for them other snow n***** now they getting real dramatic. "baby, please, let me give your ass whatever you need." ok, bet, put a baby in me? this boi aimed to please.
oopsies up it neighbors wonderin' how them two gon' keep it thumpin' when them luxo's come up front and place that sign right on the doorstep.
bright lights, lil scandal, don't you know this b notorious? homie just be grateful that she told you who her handler is. "yeah it's just another guy – super hacker super fly. ok fine it's two or three. jk boi it's eight or nine."
attention got him stressin' out, clinging to some groupies. looking at me like I'm nothing, don't know who he used to be. girlies let me say a thing, probably start a controversy: beg your daddy for a wagon, your daddy be beggin' me.
"babygirl, don't listen to 'em. own the city and the stations. police department taking names – acquaintances and protégés."
how about we reconcile? sit your ass down while I curtsy. tell all these lil thotties that my main concern is engineering. go and throw that p**** at him, I'm stackin' up credentials on 'em. incredulously credible, like, omg, she on mission what a baddie.
simmer down, bitch, level up. spin your world, go round and round. introduce him to my spies; baby, all them spies be down. like. "how the hell you know a****a?" now his eyes be buggin, too. "used to be her bug and now we bug 'em til they tell the truth."
instacheck his history, got no time for adversaries; foreign or domestic, homie, check yourself – you nervous g? I'm like, "omg, what happened now, did Daddy say to shut it down?" he's looking at me like I'm cruel for keepin' groupies in the lobby.
step right in my oficina, officially, we mega dreamers. plotting shit you can't conceive of, keep a wrapper on your peanut. "know your place, don't disrespect, don't talk to her 'til she requests. yeah you lookin' like a star but she galactically impressive."
lil snow n****
he be lying a lot
told a girl on the gram the
connection fall off
phone blow up like
"where ma boi at?"
came thru, came thru
took shot after shot
two minutes later like
"are we still friends?"
this snow n**** don't know
he wingman ten
digging up chicks, boo
he pull 'em out trenches
'nother one from a warzone
watchin' me stretchin'
take a back seat, baby
when I pull up my blessing
like you in '02, but
obtuse 'bout the message
um, yeah, we go way back
so don't worry 'bout him
if you ever roll up on me
I ain't bringing my friends