The feeling of erect penises poking against my back wakes me up at 10:30 (AM). It’s an unusually hot morning on Planet Fang. My stack of 70 naturally male bad bitches is more moist than usual. I love it.

I give my blanket, being two naturally female bad bitches, good morning kisses and slide down the pile. Our bed is as large as my current bedroom is. Tishe rises from underneath the pile and follows me down the hallway in silence.

While I lean against him and he puts a hand on my waist, we brush our teeth. In silence. We’re not morning people (but not grumpy either).

Our plates align vertically. Tishe is not only my main hoe and my chairman (Regentesse may also overrule a meeting though). He is also my chair pillow. I always sit on his lap.

He asked me how I enjoyed the massage he gave me in the dream I had last night. As born Inner Crown member, he can read my mind and knows that last night I dreamt that he had planned a romantic massage while we were out in the wild. I told him that I loved it so much and he is making me feel more loved every day. Then I ask him how he slept and dreamt and we have a long and deep conversation about that.

Today’s Devotion

Today’s post is devoted to my “bad bitch” fantasies. Because I’m getting too invested in my corona pandemic conspiracy meow my self-isolation needs a distraction, especially because being stuck indoors is becoming annoying meow my “pet on New Year’s” feeling is becoming a lot worse each day, so I’ll be connecting to my imagination more and to the real world less for the time being.

As I said yesterday, no full disconnection, though. Reading through my morning headlines, I saw that FvD has started an investigation into fascism and racism within the party. I really appreciate that this is being looked into because, like I said in my e-mail, application (which I cannot call after, not only because it really should be the other way around meow I also have severe calling anxiety) and some posts, a lot of people mistake the movement for a white supremacy movement and to have something like that gain more influence in a political party is quite concerning.

Investigation results are a necessity to be able to ever (regardless if they choose to take my offer or not) publicly step forward as party affiliated business in any way. If the percentage is too great, I can’t do that, because that would be bad for the both of us, I guess. If not, I can talk about my Dutch diversity being in sync with the party line.

(To emphasize another point I made, I see the party at a crossroads now and former media hassle brought up, non white supremacy support not explicitly pointed out (yet).) And my claim about the supremacy thing came from my experiences on Twitter, by the way. The way people responded to my responses to posts from Catthierry.

Speaking of concerns in regard to the party line in a different context: Dutch producer confidence has hit an all time low? ๐Ÿ™ In this time of hoarding, it should have been the other way around, if it weren’t for globalism and such as an influence in this terrible phenomenon. ๐Ÿ™

Those were the things that stood out to me when scrolling through my morning headlines. Now back to my fantasy prose.

Bad Bitches for Breakfast

My bad bitches have joined the table. 50 of them I offered shelter when, at the end of the corona apocalypse, they offered me all of their assets and specialism to support my endeavors.

It really spoke to them when I, around that time, said that the life of a man is too much designed like a checklist. “Full time occupation, house, wife, car.” Like they have to finish the checklist to be considered worthy of respect. I said that I want to nurture a real life for them, instead of what the system obliges them to do. I said that to my bad bitches, I’m a grandmother, mother and wife in one. And that there is not even a checklist for a female. To females, the system obliges them to meet certain standards throughout their entire life, always. Being not seeming too loose and coming off as someone ready to take care of a household including children. Instead, I allow my bad bitches to be free. Now we’re a happy family.

We enjoy our breakfast together, consisting of French toast, orange juice, pancakes, some fancy sh*t and tropical fruit. Our conversations are lovely.

The System is Shaking

What I observe is a system on the verge of its collapse. (This is in the real world and not in my bad bitch fantasy meow I bad bitch and real life per h2 title alternately.) That collapse is in the benefit of many, but for different reasons. Some want to win an election. Others want to make national governments powerless and create a world without countries with an identity. The world without borders.

Something that stood out to me earlier today was that Klobuchar said that her husband had a fever, took a corona test and was coughing up blood later. (Also I didn’t even know that corona caused that?) Thus the test could cause the actual virus and it is taken while sick so it seems like the swab is not the cause. 4:10

This all, my conspiracy, does not mean that the man made virus is not contagious. Locking down the country is still the best thing to do. It’s very important to have an exit strategy ready now, though. Because if that has to be figured out after the pandemic is over, that is too late. (People playing captain hindsight with Trump is also too late, a waste of time, see-through political manipulation and extremely annoying. Is there nothing else to report about?)

Also notice how calculatedly the number of cases is rising while we are all in lockdown?

There was a Tweede Kamer discussion about education today, I saw. (Though I had understood that there were no debates scheduled for this week?) Students in practical education are having a hard time studying, there’s uncertainty on how to approach students who are falling behind and uncertainty on what the best financial solution is to students falling behind and side jobs being canceled is.

Simultaneously, factories are being closed down and there is a great amount of overproduction. (Which sounds like the end of capitalism.) I’m not a fan of mass production, D.O.C.I.S. International is more in favor of supporting small farmers and production based on requests to make sure that the waste of natural resources is kept to a minimum. But this is very unfortunate for the managers and employees, though. They will likely work on automating things.

As for education, this is a great opportunity to switch to education based on individual ambitions. Whether that is online or offline. (Though as long as people are dying “and the virus is still a big mystery”, schools should not reopen. (Regardless how much parents want their children out of their house and children want to be away from their parents.))

If you ask me, the entire present school system can be wiped off the table. I’ve been “behind” my entire life and I think I turned out fine. There’s great amount of bullshit in those school books anyway. They are concerned about their future work force and retirement funds.

Sorry about that abrupt digression. ๐Ÿ™ I realized the severe emotional shift way after I started. Back to my bad bitches…

Cradling Hour

Every day I have cradling hour with one of my bad bitches. It’s an opportunity for us to get to know each other better. Throughout my existence, I want to have done this with every single member of my business. Including the ones abroad.

My cradling hour today is scheduled with Alexander. I sit on my throne as he walks towards me. We are alone. The only sound hearable is that of the little waterfall near my throne. I always burn candles for the occasion. (Whether we are inside or outside I will leave to your imagination. ๐Ÿ™‚ )

[I want to do this for real and think having cradling days may be more practical. But in this bad bitch fantasy it’s an hour a day.]

I stand up for him as he walks up the stairs of my throne and hug him tightly. Then I hold his hands for a few seconds and sit down, guiding him to sit next to me, while still holding his hands.

“How is your business?” I ask him. Alexander’s business is in charge of Planet Fang’s oil production. It delivered oil all over the world, but D.O.C.I.S. International has just launched a project that is focused on every country providing for their own oil/fuel production. This is the first time I meet him. We just moved in this week. He lives nearby.

He sighs. I guide him to lay his head on my lap. “Because the concept of money has changed, financially the business is unaffected. But mathematically, it is quite a challenge. It’s not easy to know how much oil to produce, because I don’t know exactly how high tomorrow’s demand will be.”

“Don’t worry, liefje,” I tell him, while one hand caresses his dark hair and the other he is holding. “I can already tell you that tomorrow we will officially announce the coming introduction of the D.O.C.I.S. Admin program, which will be put into practice by the end of the week. People will have to share in advance how much of a product they will use and countries will have to report to you daily their progress in independent fuel production.” I feel his muscles becoming less tight. “How is the shift affecting you emotionally? Is there anything else I can do to take some weight off your shoulders?” I ask.

“I am tense. Because every move I make can come with unforseen effects and I only know that after I’ve done it. But D.O.C.I.S. Admin will make that a lot less. Except for the remainder of the week. You have already helped me more than I could even imagine. May I ask you something?”

“You have done so well already, I am certain you will do well for the rest of the week and beyond. Even if something goes wrong, we are on unknown territory right now and we know you have a good heart, so the world will understand. You are as heroic as doctors and nurses. You may ask me anything, liefje.”

“What is this like to you, emotionally? I mean you are carrying so much weight and you have been through so much. Why are you helping me? Especially because for years it was like the entire world thought that I was evil.”

“It can be tough sometimes. I’m a highly sensitive person, so I tend to physically feel what other people are feeling, even when they don’t speak. But through these types of conversation I can share my insights, which I was missing out on in my years of continuous suffering. It has brought me to where I am right now. (Including not changing myself.) When you feel good, I feel better. There is nothing else in the world I would rather do than this. I know nothing with a soul is either good or evil. “Oil families” are not good or evil by default. It depends per individual. The entire world was miseducated. Those who are good knew when to doubt. I do still feel grief for The Division Process. I have never asked anyone what it was like to suddenly fall under my regime by specific selection and have your life change irreversibly.”

“Your suffering has brought me much pain. It’s an odd experience to have been able to follow that live. But to know that that is over now, and that you are safe with me by your side, has filled my heart with more joy than I have ever felt. Though this should have happened sooner, I’m happy to tell you that, the end to your suffering being the first, The Division Process is the second best thing that ever happened to me. The friends and family I have been divided from have brought me a lot of pain. Including my wife. And their policies were terrible. I always knew how to do it better and am extremely glad I can do that on my own now. Do not feel grief because there is absolutely nothing to regret.”

“My dear Alexander, you have permanently set my heart at ease. Thank you for making me feel so much better.” We chat and cuddle in different positions. Time flies past.

We hug and he kisses my hands. While he stands up, I hand him my business card. “You can contact me at any time,” I tell him. “But please text or e-mail me instead of calling me, because I’m often busy and that ANWB Summer job got me real traumatized for making phone calls.”

“Thank you. Those people traumatizing you were jerks. I’ll miss you,” he says. “I will miss you too.” I get up from my throne. We hug one last time. He leaves.

Three Questions, Plenty Remarks

Meow now I miss Alexander. ๐Ÿ™ And he doesn’t even exist. Where are people like Alexander? They used to be on TV. What is left of real elite? Now we only see omhooggevallen mensen. And tasteless people who are still hiding their wealth. (There’s a difference between showing off, which is pointless, hiding it, which is also pointless (unless it would get you killed), and just having good taste.)

Most politicians who claim that they drink beer and eat burgers just say that to get votes.

Random change of topic: I didn’t know Belgium had too many potatoes/fries. I’d love to buy cheap potatoes. I eat them frequently. But with this pandemic I still have intentions of never eating from a public restaurant again. (Es funny how I get this news from one of my US news sources haha.)

What I did get from a Belgian news source is that more shops will start to open on Monday. I also read something about unforseeable unconstructive true populist gameplay. Ugh, politics. I’m so glad studying politics is not required for becoming a politician. I support my girl regardless. I like the structural approach.

If supermarkets could have stayed open all this time, I guess opening other shops can’t be that bad. If people do less testing, the virus will likely vanish and there will be no vaccine necessary. Is there a vaccine for ebola? I’m asking because that’s also a mysterious disease, but I don’t actually want to know because I expose myself to horror only when it feels necessary.

If vaccines and that app will become mandatory, I will kill myself. That shit will create a real life dark web I can’t be part of because wellou network.

Anyone else dying to see Victishe in a three piece suit? It’s what I live for.

Tomorrow, I will write a Bad Bitches 2. I actually enjoyed writing this. Tomorrow I’ll start somewhere in the afternoon or so.

By the way, Regentesse is a business because Regentesse needs personnel. Have you read yesterday’s post?

What does Kendrick say before “Embrace your loss, I am God?”

Bad bitches three piece suit sexy bulge meow

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