I don't remember mentioning the word twit. I'm sorry you gleaned that from between the lines. Perhaps I should have mentioned my father, aka the man who wants to have sex with me, or my cousin and his buddy who fucked my face when I was nine. Perhaps that would have lent some sort of credence to what I'd written in response to the man who will, more than likely, abuse my shameful ass while I revel in my victimhood.
Sorry if I rattled your cage.