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you Can’t Beat To My Tweets

fuck you nice nails Yes, you can follow Me on Twitter – just obey the rules. Payments via Tributes here. Including a $50 Touch Tax. And if you dare to cum, that’s $100.

Also…

No, loser, I won’t interact with you. No, I won’t follow you. No, you won’t be able access private messages. None of that will happen unless you are a VIP.

Lovely pin here.

Using your Beliefs Against you

People often think I’m dumb just because I live in a trailer park. Others believe because I’m pretty, that I must be an airhead too. And some think because I’m from the South I’m one of those inbred idiots. All of these people are mistaken.

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In fact, I’m smart enough to use their faulty thinking and stereotypes against them. Hard.

Of course, sometimes this is all wrapped in a sweet southern style… A bratty girlfriend experience. Because, hey, if that’s what it takes to take you, I’ll do it!

And if this makes you whine…

Boo Hoo.

The Life Of A Gypsy FinDom In One Song Chorus

you may try to scorn Me, but you can’t hide your desire…

Gypsies, tramps and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsies, tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Fucking With Trump’s Followers

what-it-takes-you-don't-have-loserAs usual, I have to share My sex-pert wis-domme with you losers…

If you want to know just who makes up the Donald Trump fan base, let Me explain it to you.

Trump’s fan base consists primarily of angry &/or fearful white men. (Oh, and their wives, daughters, and other “little women”, who stare up, wide-eyed at “Daddy,” looking for approval for sharing their man’s opinion. But I don’t worry about those silly women; I don’t take their money. …Well, not directly, that is. Heh Heh Heh)

These angry &/or fearful white men are those who have for most of their lives controlled all the power in this country (and beyond) — and that means pussy. With the shrinking of all classes but the 1%-ers, these guys no longer can get the money, let alone the pussy.

Even the pasty white dudes who have never had such power, have been fed the privilege bullshit and feel entitled to power — and to all the pussy that power brings.

Even those who feel guilt over their white privilege and wish to give Women their money, can’t do so because they are broke. And We goddesses aren’t accepting that situation. We are not lowering our standards; We are not lowering our Tribute levels.

And the 1%-ers? Well, they see the writing is on the wall, My friends.

Donald-Trump-Must-Be-A-Pretty-Picture-You-Dropping-To-Your-KneesEven the “man” who gets away with saying that women would look better on their knees is unable to stop strong women and the re-balance of equity and power in this country. And while even the most idiotic of Trump’s followers know this, they have to believe that Trump will be like Santa and bring them a sack of 1950s white America, and all the money and pussy that supposedly came to white men at that time.

Even though Trump can’t, they hang onto their beliefs like Christians at the opening of the volcano: They’d rather believe in a false afterlife (or heaven they’ll never get into) than try to share any of their wealth or power. Their whole stupid paradigm has shifted – unlike their weak, mushy, button-dicks. Ah, what useless, pitiful men.

How do I know all this?

I meet them daily.

I take their money daily — or hear their whines when they can’t hand over the cheese.

I hear their confessions — all their racist, misogynist BS.

And I laugh. Because now it is My time. I’ll have you on your knees. you’ll hand over that money — and more. Ha!

This is not to say that non-white men are much better… I have high standards. Few meet them; maybe a a dozen will exceed them. But that’s equality, baby.

Happy fucking Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

Today’s Theme Song

Blood Sweat & Tears’ Lucretia Mac Evil

Lucretia Mac Evil, little girl, what’s your game?
Hard luck and trouble, bound to be your claim to fame

Tail shakin’, home breakin,’ truckin’ through town
Each and every country mother’s son hangin’ ’round
Drive a young man insane, Evil, that’s your name

Lucretia Mac Evil, that’s the thing you’re doin’ fine
Back seat Delilah, that’s your sixth big jug of wine, woman

I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks
Nothin’ that your daddy wouldn’t do for kicks
Never done a thing worthwhile, evil woman child

Devil got you, Lucy under lock and key
Ain’t about to set you free
Signed, sealed and witnessed on the day you were born
No use tryin’ to fake him out, no use tryin’ to make him out
Soon he’ll be takin’ out his doom
What you goin’ do, oh Lucretia Mac Evil?

Honey, where have you been all night?
You hairs all messed up baby
An’ the clothes you’re wearin’ just don’t fit you right babe

Big daddy Joe’s payin’ your monthly rent
Tells his wife he can’t imagine where the money went
Dressin’ you up in style, evil woman child

Oh, Lucy you’re just so damn bad

Beat It Creep!

Finally found the perfect crop top tee that I need a crate of! It’s Valfre’s “Beat It Creep” tee.

beat it creep tiny tee

Of course, the saying is credited to Traci Lords as Wanda Woodward in Cry Baby; but throughout history beauties like Me have been saying it — forever and ever — out of necessity, because of losers like you.

Speaking of losers like you…

Go now and pay for a bunch of these tops for Me. Since they are $48 a pop, hand over $500 here.

Oh, and just to be clear — the “beat it” does not mean what you think it does. As always, you aren’t allowed to touch yourself without My permission.

Photo here is of Kali Uchis wearing the cruel crop top in her video Loner. (In which she sings about not wanting to be all the things you are to Me!)

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

As some of you may have noticed, there have been some changes around here…

While this once was a group blog of sorts, it is now all Me. Not because I think everything should be about Me — I absolutely mean it when it comes to you piggies! But the group of women who were here matter to Me very much. But each has their own blog & I was the only one really posting here. And not so often at that because I once again fell in love with Twitter. But I have been bitten by the blogging bug again, so…

Anyway, you can find My gal pals over at Peck & Call Girls. (And, psst, some new friends will be joining there soon!)

All Heels Must Hail – And Heel

Yes, all you low-life scum-buckets, you must hail, heel, and behave for your Queens. Especially if you have dreams of being a cum-bucket. Begin your wicked path here with Me. We’ll see how far you get…

bitch standing on him in high heels

Your Humiliation Sex-Pert

Been so busy, I’d almost forgotten to tell you that I was featured in this excellent post about humiliation, ignore lines, financial domination, and other dirty femme domme deeds. You should go read it. And then I might just give you some personal lessons.

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