Bitchy hotness

Why are hot guys bitchy?

That's the woeful cry I heard today from amongst my disappointed singleton friends. I would have thought the answer so painfully obvious that it doesn't have to spelt out.

But it seems that it beggars a more detailed explanation. Average joes who attempt that level of wicked snarkiness would find themselves run over by a steamroller - possibly savagely excoriated by his unapologetic fellow homos - but hot guys usually manage to get away with vicious verbal assasination. You see, increasing levels of hotness negates the passing cattiness.


Do I look like I could give a fuck?
So the hotter you are, the bitchier you can be.

Unfortunately in the shallow superficial gay world, that adage carries true :) Let's face it, genetically gifted guys get away with the occasional unpolitically correct slander ( possibly tearing some inferior creature's reputation to insignificant pieces ) because we're far too enamoured with their looks to care. Usually we're far too engrossed with the hunk's pouty lips - if we even get that far above his muscled neck - to notice the monstrously nasty venom dripping from his potty mouth. By the time we realize there's a suspicious fork in his devil's tongue, usually the unfortunate victim's already slain by his malicious bite.

They don't even have to resort to physical - and far more primitive - methods like the bitchslap to prove their point.

Of course this rule doesn't extend to cover all cuties. There are always sweet, loveable boys out there who wouldn't utter an acerbic word of disparagement but these genial gems are getting thin on the ground. Most of them I've already tied up in my dungeon for personal use.

Leaving us with the malevolent cads who prove the rule.

Fortunately nature provides an antidote. So if fate places me within close range, fast-acting poison could be inadvertently slipped into his drink - or jabbed into his gym-tight ass. So cute boys, watch your lip. Whether you're naughty or nice, Saint Wicked will be watching.