Shivani3311/04/2019
What comes out of Raniere's face in almost all of these photos, I just can't say that I like the looks of it. I do not like to be bossed around. Mutuality or get lost. Good bosses are always “teaching” more, so I've loved working around and learning from them. They are respectful, not demeaning.
Raniere does not look as if he were capable of just being himself. Always peering outward, assessively. He doesn't look settled in himself. He just keeps looking as though he's calculating reactions to himself all along, while he looks out and not as if he is communicating but instead, hiding in plain sight. He looks nasty, and most men don't look remotely like that, so skeevy. Raniere just seems not even in the same realm as good solid strong men.
It's as if he had to maintain a very mental plane of constant thought processing, evaluation of OTHERS and withheld much from his true self (probably doesn't have a conscience.) I just see an absence of feeling, from his “own” emotional component, as if he doesn't want that kind of interplay. In a nutshell, he looks very unattractive to me. No give and take ?
Obviously, sometimes he wanted group sexual interplay, and almost compulsively, he wanted to foment the emotions of other people. Playing people against each other to undermine and to better control them. Ugh. Tartly sociopathic.
And then it gets worse, so much worse progressively, as Raniere veers his groupies off into group madnesses. He is like seeing, even photographically, calculated insanity in the flesh.
Some of his individual, more private conversations, dialogues with women have been godawful to read. What a dipshit manipulator. He seems to have wanted to harm some or most women emotionally and to prolong their suffering, as long as he could. That was de rigueur, along with his sexual weirdnesses.
He seems to have loved tormenting people, mainly but not exclusively, women. Females, the younger he could get, the more Raniere seems to have wanted that sex. I know this is probably not quite the words for trying to describe how Raniere “looks” sometimes. And a person who hasn't experienced seeing him in the flesh can only glean so much.
It seems rather obvious that he also had sex, caculatedly, with quite an assortment of moneypots. Clearly, these older doofuses weren't what lit his wick, at all. Manho' got it up now and then for his money.
Then he probably taught those less exciting ones about the “joys of serving him” when he was on the phone or watching tv. While the hags gave him blowjobs, threesomes and massages and pre-chewed his pizza for him. Spiritual as all hell.
” Oh, Clair! I mean, Nancy. A little further down there, old girl. Get it done before the ad is over.”
Sometimes there's a portrait type-shot here and there, where Flabturd looks “mythologized.” Hare Raniere jazz, like Krishna comicbooks. Fictionalized, like some quasi-mystical Fabio on a romance novel's cover. Blergh.
Sex queen of executive success. “Hi, you are a guy who used to be Mussolini, and here is your ex-girlfriend. Yes, that compadre right here, your acquaintance, through my grace. He is the son of a son of a big gun of Mexico. He isn't gay, but so what? You have gotta go fuck him.”
