Portrait of a Type: The Psychopathic Woman or “The Whore”

I recently dated one – a Black woman.  As you might guess she was more or less a whore like far too many Black women. Actually, to be fair, the woman was actually 50% Black, 25% Hispanic, and 25% White.Not an out and out whore. More of a “transactional sex” whore. She was actually considering doing real out and out whoring, which is not surprising.

I had some very unfortunate dealings with this evil cunt, and she was absolutely a female psychopath. I had never actually dealt with one up close. This was also the most manipulative woman I have ever met. In addition, she was a pathological liar, in fact she was one of the most brilliant liars I have ever met. She was basically a con artist and a very skilled one at that. In a way her social skills were absolutely brilliant. And that was on top of a not particularly high IQ of ~80.

Female psychopaths are similar to male psychopaths in a lot of ways, but they are not particularly violent or even aggressive. They’re just more or less charming thieves, or thieving whores is more like that. These diabolical cunts exist on this planet for the sole reason of stealing from us men.

I used to wonder why men killed whores, but I am starting to get it. About half of whores are the most evil bitches of all. This is as bad as a woman gets – a whore, a thieving, conniving Goddamned whore.

And “whore” is the typical outcome of the female psychopath. On the other hand in my opinion, male psychopaths are much worse than the female ones. The males are much more aggressive and dramatically more violent. The females are a bit hard to spot, as their basic demeanor is seductive, so they seem friendly at first. This is what makes them such brilliant con artists because initially they are quite attractive, especially in a sexual sense.

I have never met an actual White female psychopath but I have met a pretty psychopathic Hispanic woman. Actually I dated her too. Her and her evil little sister. Yeah, I dated two women at once, a first for me! And they were both hot too, 23 and 29 years old. And I was ~58.

The date was a catastrophe but at least I did it, and a good part of the date was spent with the older one flirting with me when she wasn’t try to out and out grab my dick. She and her wicked bitch sister were both all quite skilled liars. They were liars, but they were not pathological liars like the bitch above. But they were pretty good liars. She basically stole $20 from me somehow or other.

The thing about these women is that like most psychopaths they are brilliant at thinking on their feet and instant decision making. Often their words, decisions, and behavior don’t seem to make sense at all and you are left wondering, “Why the Hell did she even do that? Why did she say that? How weird.”

Their behavior initially seems strange, unfathomable, and even incomprehensible. The emotion that they leave in their wake and impart on their victim is mostly chaos and confusion. Everything seems to happen very fast, and things are changing all the time. They basically wrap you into some sort of a spell with their charming lies.

My brother was visiting me at the time when this woman. I ended up taking the bitches ID (well she gave it to me) as collateral for the money I spent on her which I argued was fraud. The next day she came back to get ID, but I kept it and insisted she pay me back for the money I wasted on her of that she stole from me. What  followed was a whirlwind of behavior that was baffling, hard to follow, threw me off my toes, and was an absolutely brilliant performance.

She somehow ended up getting her ID back from me and giving me zero dollars of the money. How she did it was diabolically complex, and in fact she tried a number of plans until she found one that succeeded. Her plans and lies changed on the spot. She would figure out one set of lies or a  plan was not working and she would switch on a dime to a new plan and a new set of lies. It was almost a masterpiece performance.

After the bitch left it was like I had been hit by a hurricane that whirled into my life, caused a lot of very weird confusion and destruction, and then whirled away like a tornado before I could blink an eye. The main emotion I was left with was, “What in the Hell was that?” That meant what was this person that I just experienced.

The conclusion is that this was a female psychopath, and the feeling after they use you and vanish is the same as with a male psychopath.

People who deal with male psychopath also describe a charming man who magically appears in their lives followed by a lot of very weird behavior that someone sucks you into it. They end up harming you in one way or another, usually to get something out of you, and then they also whirl away like a funnel cloud while you are spinning in your room asking, “What the Hell was that thing I just experienced?” That “thing” was a male psychopath.

So both male and female psychopaths whirl into people’s lives in similar ways, cause a lot of somehow charming chaos and drama, and then vanish as soon as they magically appeared, leaving you used, burned, and harmed in some way or other.

And with both types you are left spinning asking yourself what the Hell you just experienced. You are asking this because ultimately the behavior of a true psychopath is quite strange and they are extremely different from most humans to the point where they almost seem like aliens.

It took a couple of days of conversation with my brother until we decoded all of the weird things she said and did. What seemed incomprehensible and baffling and counterintuitive at first was actually all part of a fiendishly brilliant master plan if you will. I assume that all psychopaths act something like this.

And the plot and dialogue of the psychopath’s master plans is so complex and hard to comprehend that I assume a lot of people never really figure out the words and behavior of the psychopath who just harmed them. Psychopaths almost have a PhD in con artistry.

5 thoughts on “Portrait of a Type: The Psychopathic Woman or “The Whore””

  1. Female psychopaths

    The only language they understand is violence. And they LIKE it. They know they’re absolutely horrible beings and deserve being beaten up savagely.

    If someone that looks like you dishes it to them, it will knock them senseless. They’d have never expected it to come from you. I mean you don’t have face tattoos, nose piercings and “666” emblazoned on your chest.

    But seriously staying the hell away from them is a better compromise.

    1. Have you ever dealt with an actual female psychopath? Sounds like you have dealt with whores and fully 45% of whores are full-blown female psychopaths, so I assume you have. But most men have such short dealings with whores that they experience little if any damage from them. Also the “recreational sex scene” of the dating scene is full of female psychopaths, more or less thieving whores or in a lot of cases simply out and thieves, forget the whore part.

      1. Have you ever dealt with an actual female psychopath?

        Oh yeah, I dated one between 2012-13. She totally wrecked my life at that point, it was a female co-worker in an office. In fact, she was my manager and a married woman at that. It was the steamiest affair of my life.

        But today when I look back, I feel absolutely disgusted to have ever known her in the first place. She was a horrible shitty human being, probably one of the worst females I ever met. I wouldn’t go back to her if someone paid me. I cut off all ties with her including on LinkedIn and Facebook.

        I like whores. At least they’re honest, they only want your money. I wouldn’t consider all of them psychopaths. They’re just damaged for various reasons.

        Recently, in SE Asia, I met many whores. I think all of them were fine people. Yes, they were after my money but I never felt cheated.

        I never overpaid for my hookers. $50-100 for a whole night isn’t a bad deal in Bali or anywhere. I usually go for Russian/Romanian/Ukrainian hookers. Not a single one of them ever cheated me.

        I don’t know why the hookers get a bad rap. In my experience, they can be more decent than any gold-digger that marries you. I am sure you saw Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. A lot of whores in my experience are exactly that way.

        Maybe it’s not politically correct but I wouldn’t trust the black whores generally. They seem a little extra greedy.

        Rob, you gotta stay in shape and remain virile. Some greying fair is fine just don’t become overweight. As soon as I am dealt with my financial problems, I’ll get you down to party in Bangkok or Bali. You gotta see what I saw!!!!

        1. As long as you are just fucking actual whores, most will actually fuck you and give you something for your money. Only one actual hooker ever actually stole money from me and that was the first one I ever went to at age 18 in Las Vegas. All the rest gave me good sex for my money.

          The “whore” type I refer to is the “transactional sex” type, you know – coke whores, etc. They get money out of you for this, that, or whatever with a promise of sex as part of dating, but then they take the money and run. They’re not actual prostitutes.

          Yes, 45% of prostitutes are actual psychopaths, but unless you are involved in some sort of relationship with them, I assume your experiences will be all or mostly pleasant.

          Never get involved with a whore! That applies in addition to the actual whores to the vaguer types strippers, cam girls, porn sellers, and pornstars. Or stripper whores, camwhores, porn-selling whores, and pornwhores as I like to refer to them. Some of them are ok but most of them are just not. Mostly you will be sorry if you get into a relationship with a woman like that.

          Black women are not worth your time unless you get one like Alpha maybe. I keep going back to them, and they keep burning me over and over. Maybe I am an addict.

          I am at my desired weight: 5’11, 180 pounds.

  2. I keep going back to them, and they keep burning me over and over. Maybe I am an addict.

    We all have our addictions. They make excellent pets!

    What’d life be without a few vices? I am sure the Supreme Being would agree. I have developed a personal rule: if a man isn’t into hookers, he’s generally not someone I can trust, although there are exceptions. But if he keeps parroting to me the virtues of being faithful in marriage, I’d find a way to bust his hypocritical ass. Sure, pure monogamy is a nice thing to have, but you shouldn’t be lecturing me about your fake virtues.

    All the “happily married” men I know are into various forms of perversions that just aren’t my thing: mainly cuckoldry, voyeurism, and homosexuality.

    I wouldn’t know anything about homosexuality, as I simply stay the hell away from anyone who gives me those homo vibes. Wouldn’t even discuss this.

    As for cuckoldry, it’s absolutely disgusting behavior. A man can be real down on his luck, but if he has an even an ounce of self-respect, he wouldn’t turn himself into a cuck. No one really likes or respects a cuck if you think really hard about it, although being an incel comes a close second. Being a cuck is a kind of social death. A normal man is supposed to accost a girl for sex whether or not he has any success with his advances.

    As for incels, God, they’re everywhere nowadays. Sometimes I fear that I might turn into one myself. But nothing could be further from the truth. I’ve had sex with lots of beautiful women in my life, normal ones as well as hookers. An incel can’t attract even a hooker for crying out loud.

    They have the most twisted worldview where they see themselves as perennial social rejects. Guess what, whatever you think of yourself, the world will hold the exact mirror for you. I don’t think incels can ever exit their self-imposed trap unless they get married, in which case they’re likely to turn into cuckolds and fetishists. They have sick fetishes such as ropes, shoe sniffing and other shitty ideas. Fuck the incels, really! Absolutely disgusting creatures – the lot of them.

    My definition of an incel: anyone who’s afraid to approach a woman. Nowadays more of these incel types are gaining prominence in social media: they’re either Mark Zuckerburg types – that Facebook dork with all those idle billions and still can’t get laid with a proper woman.

    Bottom line: any honest and decent man worth his salt gains pleasure in fucking whores. As soon as he has some spare money, he’d be fucking the living daylights of a whore and never even have to brag about it unless in like-minded company.

    A real man should always have dozens of hooker humpin’ stories to share during a fine evening meal. But really, if you’re dining with cucks and incels for some reason (e.g. work), I’d keep a lid on that too. Most incels and cucks have very low opinion of hooker-thumping men. Not that their opinion counts for jack – they can just go fuck themselves.

    A real hooker-thumping dude is a real Alpha man. He has nothing to hide or be ashamed about, and he can own it up in front of the women he’s dating.

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