Listen, I'm sure many men find you endearing—charming, even. You parade your misplaced aggressions around like an ethereal god, weaving in and out of conversations, spirits, and lives. This self appointed ministry may have some fooled, but I assure you, no one who "sees clearly" will enjoy even a taste of your sexism, let alone hypocrisy. You anxiously squeeze "bitch" in reference to someone so clearly male and if it's titty ... Size... Or your own sexuality you so insecurely cling to, might I recommend sleeping to the tune of a life review for all the considerable damage you've so obliviously steamrolled through unwelcome territory?

Ah, but, I must admit: I am merely an infectious *** for your ears, and thus I leave you with this antidote to upload across your neurons—saving you ultimately from yourself.

Mmm. I taste the blood! As a token of my gratitude, I am ignoring any further comments from you in this thread. A carcass is best placed buried.