An Honest Conversation with The Bitter B.
A moment to reflect on The Bitter Bitch, where I’m going, and who’s coming with me.
If you have followed me from the beginning, then you know the initial concept was to be one entity that highlighted travel, dating, sex, lifestyle, and generally whatever else I felt like talking about. But as I grew the brand, I got mixed messages from my readers. There are some of you that are 1000% here for the trash talk. Dick pics, one night stands, and adult content galore. And I get it: I love that shit too. Then when I began to post travel information and guides, those readers just weren’t interested. Like you can’t have sex on vacation?!
So I separated the two, created individuals platforms, and began to market them separately. I poured all my time and effort into my travel accounts, and it’s been going amazing! But I’ve made no efforts to keep up the things that you guys liked so much originally. It isn’t because I don’t care about it, or you, but because I can’t write from the depths of my soul about anything that doesn’t completely inspire me. And the mad, sad, damaged bitch of yesteryear, who burned with an eternal flame of hatred and defiance, seems to be gone, or cooled rather. I mean, I’m still a bitch so don’t try me.
Travel Bitch @thebitterbitchsguide is off and moving, jet setting, making plans, and seeing the world. I’m leaving for Australia in less than a month! I just posted a great little article about Jameson and the cannibal controversy of 1888. I have a ton of pics and reels up, more coming as we speak. I’d love it if you are with me on those adventures but if not, so sad for you. On the flip side, the OG Bitter Bitch @the_bitterbitch is not dead; she’s getting a makeover. This is a lifestyle blog, not a dick pic blog, so I’d appreciate it if everyone stopped pigeonholing my style because I have an underlying obsession for phalluses. The Bitter Bitch is single. I personally am not dating so why keep talking about dating? BB is concerned with building a business, making money, and enjoying life unapologetically. Living single, traveling single, making money single, and being a bad bitch single is the vibe right now. I’m still writing with all the inspiration and motivation and dump-his-ass attitude, but the focus isn’t on how men aren’t shit. The focus is on how much we don’t care because you don’t fucking need one anyway!
Here’s the stone cold truth about being single: it’s no one else’s fucking business what you do with your life, your time, your heart, or your pussy. It’s not a low point to be sad about. It’s not a depression you need to get out of. Having a man isn’t an attribute. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it. You shouldn’t be shamed for it. You shouldn’t be mistrusted because of it.
Just the other day someone told me “It could still happen.” No. Fucking. Shit. I could throw a rock and hit six dudes right now. That’s not the point. It isn’t about finding someone who wants you. IT’S ABOUT FINDING SOMEONE THAT YOU WANT. Someone who makes your life better. Someone who complements you. Someone you don’t have to fix because they’re already whole by themselves. Just like you should be. My advice for some of you is to stop spending so much time finding another man and spend some time finding yourself. Otherwise you’ll still be here sulking in pity and despair while the rest of us have our tits in in Tobago. The choice is yours!