[The woman in the above photograph is a model and not the actual subject of this discussion]

A close associate of mine, Dr. Anton Zegoyavich, has been kind enough tp share with me the following interview he recently conducted with a woman who claims to be a female fitness model, martial artist and accountant.  The interview covers such topics as: the merits of porn star sex, female objectivity and orgasm- on- demand.

Note: It shouldn’t surprise anyone that an unprecedented number of women have begun taking matters into their own hands where sex and everything else is concerned.

If such women happen to be over a “certain age” and can’t find the man they think they deserve; or they’re frustrated with the sexual feeding frenzy that’s become a perennial harvest for men; or angry about the backlash of feminism that’s reduced them to objects many of them help perpetuate; or have sexual addiction problems of their own, and conveniently use their frustration with men as a scapegoat for their behavior, then this begins to make sense.

Dr. Anton Zegoyavich [taken shortly after injecting himself with the female aging gene. He is 63 years old].

Dr Z:

Well, April, you look very nice…if that is, in fact, your name.

April:

My name is April. What’s your point?

Dr.Z:

Is it your first name?

April:

Does it sound like my last name?

Dr. Z:

Is it your first given name, or did you change it for some reason?

April:

Why would I change my name?

Dr Z:

Okay, let’s move on shall we. I already have more insight here than you might imagine. I warn you, I am quite alert.

April:

Look, I have a tanning appointment in 30 minutes, and you owe me two-hundred and fifty for my time, so let’s get this over with.

Dr Z:

The funds will be made available to you at the conclusion of our discussion. The tanning appointment is of no surprise to me, I assure you.

April:

What’s that supposed to mean?

Dr Z:

Let us begin, shall we? You strike me as quite aggressive, sexually.

April:

Excuse me?

Dr. Z:

I am way ahead of you, I’m afraid. Don’t be alarmed. My mind is quite active, and I will admit to you that it can be quite disconcerting to those who are accustomed to average discourse.

April:

Are you calling me an idiot you miserable little gimp?!? You look like something from outer space. I want my money! This discussion is over.

Dr. Z:

I believe you are in possession of some hormonal abnormality, or that you have injected your body with testosterone. You have morphed into something quite unusual.

April:

I haven’t injected anything into my body! Maybe you should take a look at what you injected into yours! “Unusual’ would be a nice way of describing it.

Dr. Z:

My research is of no concern of yours. I believe there is some gender identity conflict here.

April:

You’re like some creature out of a cartoon! I have a problem with what society thinks women should think and act like. That’s why you’re so confused.

Dr. Z:

Be careful. I can be quite a tiger when I am challenged.

April:

I’m shaking. I think you see what you want to see, Dr. Zegoyavich. And I think that women like me intimidate you, which is why you’re willing to pay for our time. Look at me! I’m a powerful woman. I am physically and emotionally solid. Financially secure. Independent. I have options. Sometimes I choose to exercise them. If I want an anonymous sexual liaison, for example, I have one. And until I’m too old to find lovers I enjoy, I will continue to pursue and manipulate men to get my needs met. They’re no different. They make the same assumptions you do about women. But in my case you’re both wrong. So as long as I don’t take them seriously I can use them at will. It’s only when I expect them to be something they’re not that I get into trouble. So I stay detached. My parents walked out of my life when I was six. I’m told I have a sister somewhere, but that’s all I know. So don’t sit there and suggest I don’t know anything about life, or that I should feel somehow shameful about asserting my independence.

Dr. Z:

Yes, well, it is obvious to me that you use your unresolved abandonment issue as an excuse to pursue what appears to be an advanced case of sexual addiction, which of course masks your childhood wounds. All men are set up to fail. The slightest deviation from a very exacting set of boundaries you impose on them is an indicator of imminent abandonment. This is your signal to replace them. So by the end of a given year you’ve had hundreds of lovers. This is quite fascinating. You are not unlike a wild animal, I’m afraid, and your tremendous physicality is a clear indication of a creature in defense mode, you see.

April:

Give me my fucking money before I squeeze your head off!

Dr. Z:

You and others like you are a terrible menace to us all, I assure you! Your funds are on the table next to the front door. Take them and go back into the world and feed. One day men will learn a very sad truth about what society has spawned.

April:

Men already know what society has spawned, which is why women like me exist in the first place. We were told we could have everything without sacrificing anything…and it was bullshit. Men would never dream of sacrificing so much; bearing children, cooking, cleaning, attending to the emotional needs of men as though they were our own adolescent children. Now we eat from the same plate.

Dr. Z:

You are a sociopath, Ms. April, or whatever your name is. This is what you are all becoming.

April:

What we are all becoming, Dr. Zegoyavich, or whatever your name is…

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