Today I realised I am a liar.
I started to register my site with search engines today and had to describe my site.
This is what I said.
A practical guide for surviving the feminist gulag and breaking out.
How to deal with feminist harassment, and work on a tropical island. Pay less tax, discover the value of male friendship and achieve freedom.
Take part in the birth of a new civilization.
Not to bad for a blurb but what have I given you?
Articles with strange names that burst from my chest like the monster in Alien. First comes the name 'my life as a reptile' ext, but what does it mean? I have as little idea as yourselves until the article is finished. Then I am left tired and exhilarated at the same time and read my words as if they were written by another person who knows me better than myself.
This is not a blog. It is therapy and a headwank all in one.
So I have been lying to you.
My first blurb sounded interesting. I think I will do it.
