My demands as a femi-nasty

[TONGUE IN CHEEK] Thank you to the nonapologising Mexican, I have a few extra banditos raging through my site, brandishing little pistols or pistolettes.
I would like to thank you all. As many of you may not yet be aware, according to a recent personality test I took, I am 98 percent masculine! (We just have to wait round for the final 2 percent to sprout and then there’s gonna be some changes here.)
I thought I’d say a thing or two about feminism whilst I’m at it. I like the failing to apologise-Mexican’s description of me, to wit: I am an astonishing hungry-headed femi-woman who terrorises sleeping males in the beds, whilst consuming little little pieces of their outer-edges for my breakfast.
None of this is true! I’m rarely that hungry and (as a rule) prefer to leave the Menz alone. For me to show any interest in a man at all, he first has to be gorgeous. This is a very difficult rule for most men to follow. There are certain physical specifications, and following that, there has to be an easy manner, a quality of comfort in his own skin, self-determination, independence of mind and spirit (the list goes on). So, if the men are going wild and crazy and I am making them so, if they are spitting chips or two, then there is no need for them to worry: I’m happy to leave most of the alone.
I make exceptions for the few, however. Can you talk to me like a human being — as one human talks to another? Can you show some loyalty that goes beyond your outer boundaries — beyond the simple and blind loyalty of saving your own skin? Well then you’re very unlikely to raise this feminist’s ire. Such men (whose names will be selected for a list) will be invited to an orgy in the future, at an unspecified location.
Finally –I’m not an advocate of Twisty Faster feminism. There is one great element lacking in this type of feminism, and the one great deficiency I spy is that such strident intellectual idealism does not leave room for treating individual men or women as human beings. This is a very monumental error, in my view — and I would not have come to recognise it had the owner and proprieter of this brand name, herself, not taken enormous strides to point out to me, personally, the theoretical flaws associated with her radical feminist views.
Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou!