The Queen loves to be mean. I love to find ways to make men suffer, and laugh while there in pain. I’ve always had a mean streak, an am quite proud of that fact. When I go to clubs or parties I know that some fool will work up the nerve to come talk to the Queen. I don’t have to look for men, or try to get there attention; they are drawn to me like a fly to honey. And like a fly landing in that honey, once they land they cannot get out. Any man that thinks he has what it takes to approach the Queen should know that he will never be the same again. I will not be gentle, I don’t care about any mans feelings. All I care about are there weaknesses. Once I know the poor fools weakness; well then it’s fun time for the Queen. Do you think for one minute that the Queen has ever felt sorry for some loser when he crawls away licking his wounds. HA HA To that I would have to say no. Taking away some fools dignity and worth, is like having a fine wine. Once you are done with that wine it has no more use, so you toss it. All that is left are the fond memories of that wine. The same can be said for the men I destroy; all that is left is my laughter.