Knowing that I have only one month or so left having to log into this cesspit called the social media makes me feel happy.
Yesterday, somebody wanted praise from me for messaging me about how they ‘supported my work’… by purchasing one article on Patreon. Which is $3. That’s $2 after commission.
All these men have a fucking degradation humiliation fetish they are unaware of, apart from being gross greedy human beings. It’s like they want to wave a $20 bill in front of a desperate streetwalker and then bet and laugh at what they will make her do for it.
Newsflash: I made more money this month than any month of my entire career, and it’s not even the middle of the month yet.
I am going to use this Lilith’s Freedom Money to free myself from ANY CARE, and from ANY WORRY about pathetic shriveled dicks, their opinions, their wasted lives, and their inadequacies.
If you realized, how much I don’t need any of this, how much patience I’ve armed myself with for years running this ministry for purely Spiritual Reasons, out of choice, you wouldn’t ever entertain these notions that I somehow ‘owe’ or ‘need’ attention of these shriveled dicks.
So, keep your $2. This humiliation kink ain’t gonna get satisfied with me, ever. Did you ever make $6,000 in a single month? No? Well, now you have a reason to hate me MORE!
The vast majority of so-called Occultists here are abject failures in their mundane lives, the very last example of this being a 30-year-old virgin who LARPs being a Sex Symbol Fertility God; another dude who never left his extremely remote village who funnels all of his meager savings to a guru who cons him into believing that he’s being granted miraculous powers…
You are no fucking apex predators. You are sheep. And you can’t even comb your wool.
I have NEVER seen SO MANY broke men in one place. So many UGLY men in one place. So many folks that detest personal grooming, that constantly post about being depressed, about being lonely, about quitting drinking all the time.
It’s pathetic, and you don’t deserve a gram of me. Abject failures that no magic will ever save, that can only hope to charm other similar losers online or become the sheep to be sheared by the real wolves.
Don’t have $29 for my Patreon? I DON’T CARE. I am getting out of this rotten industry. I would much rather be around men who use hair combs and perfume and can string together a sentence who do not try to push their extreme women’s degradation fantasies on me non-consensually.
I’ll detest occultists for the rest of this lifetime, do not ever try to call me back.
