Money is one of My love languages.
So many broke boys and confused cunts, enjoy painting Me as a money-minded, cold-hearted gold digger. A heartless bitch who preys on helplessly horny men, in the hopes of draining them of all their hard-earned money, and surrounding Myself with undeserved freebies.
I honestly don't care, for the simple reason that unless someone is actively a productive part of My life, their opinion is worth less to Me than a used condom. (Actually, My used condoms have more value, because they're bestowed upon My cucks.)
Having such a reputation, however, works in My favor, because it keeps broke boys and freeloaders away from Me, so once again, My Empire is fortified with the stones thrown by others.
I do, however, have an interesting relationship with, and philosophy about, money.
I've seen families torn apart, and relationships destroyed over greed for money. I've seen misguided souls who value themselves and others solely on the basis of how much money and how many things they have.
So is money to blame?
In the Bible, there is a quote that says "the love of money is the root of all evil", and I disagree. (Actually, I disagree with a lot of stuff that's in the Bible, which is one of the reasons I'm no longer a practicing Catholic, but that's a conversation for another time, preferably on My terrace, under the stars, with a cold beer or two, or four.)
Anyway, I don't believe that the love for money is the root of all evil.
It's the LUST for money that always ends up fucking people's lives.
Money is a tool. An extremely essential tool, and should be used as such.
Just like in other areas of life, it's not always the object that's bad, but one's uncontrollable lust and greed for it. That's when it becomes an addiction. And just like alcohol, drugs, food, porn, sex, masturbation, and even shopping, an addiction to money will never end well. But when used correctly, money is absolutely imperative if one wishes to have a good quality of life.
The reason why I call money one of My love languages is simple. If I don't have money, I cannot take care of the ones I love. It doesn't matter how much I love My family, without money, I wouldn't be able to put food on the table, pay for essentials, or take care of any medical expenses. Regardless of how much I love My 10 babies, without money, I wouldn't be able to provide them with nutritious food based on their individual requirements, or good quality litter that doesn't damage their lungs or take care of their various medical issues.
That's why I've never understood people who say they don't want money to come between a relationship. I mean, why should it? When I love someone, I WANT to do everything to make them happy and make their lives easier, and that includes not just the priceless moments and intangible things in life, but also practical and useful things, which often cost money.
Nobody understands the value of money more than someone who had a childhood filled with countless gifts, toys, and treats, but who also had to walk over an hour to school, in the snow, just to save $1 on the bus, or who's Mum worked two jobs, just to keep a roof over Her kid's heads.
Nobody understands how hard one must work for their money, more than someone who started earning Her own pocket money at age 12 by giving tuitions and babysitting, and then got a proper job at 16, worked two jobs and double shifts when needed and hasn't stopped working since.
Before establishing My own vanilla business, I worked countless jobs in various industries. My first job out of the house was taking care of a little grocery store, where I did everything from stocking shelves, to handling the cash register, and even sweeping the floors. I've worked in tiny boutiques in the US and swanky 7 Star Hotels in Dubai. I've worked in retail, in events, in public relations, in marketing, and in hospitality. I've pretty much done whatever I needed to, at the time. (I never worked as a server, for the simple reason that I'm WAY too clumsy, and would probably have been fired before My first shift was over!)
No matter where I worked, or what I did, I ALWAYS took pride in My work. I never felt that any job was too menial, or beneath Me because I believe there is no shame in starting from the bottom and working your way up.
This is one of the reasons I have absolutely no tolerance for lazy, self-entitled boys, who would rather waste their time trying to get free attention, instead of taking their hands off their dicks, getting up off their asses, and working hard for what they want. If they spent that many hours each week even working part-time as a delivery partner, they would vastly improve the quality of their lives, and those around them.
On the flip side, I have even less tolerance for the silly boys who think their money can buy My time and attention. They are the ones who place more value on money, rather than on people, and this is the complete opposite of My Truth. The ones who think rules and boundaries disappear if enough money is thrown at them and that everyone and everything has a price.
So yes, money is My love language. It's also one of My kinks, which is why I identify as a Fin Domme just as much as I identify as a Lifestyle Mistress.
I value and respect money as an essential tool, and by working hard, and living in a state of constant gratitude, I allow money to continuously flow in My direction.
But it takes a hell of a lot more than money to impress Me, or to orbit around Me because at the end of the day, earning money is easy.
I've always preferred to earn respect.
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