I have for a good time now, skated the obvious in a number of pieces that I have posted here at AVFM, attempting to engage the consciousness of men that I know vary in age. This will be different somewhat because I am going to vent. So what I am going to do is make it clear, abundantly clear the ever increasing disdain that is brewing inside me for the female. I have always taken the position that in the MM the central issue is not women or feminism. I don’t engage feminist ideological babble because I find it lacks substance for male thought. Not to mention that it reminds me of a pull string Barbie doll, which only evidences that not only are all vaginas shaped the same, but so are their neurotic brains.
Take the case of feminists declaring that men feel entitled to jobs so affirmative action legislation is required. That old “men giving up their seat” and it isn’t theirs anyway. The bureaucratic cunnilingerers jump in and said fuck we better fix this shit. Can’t have any premenstrual pandering here. Except the male counter argument was fucking ignored. C*%ts have declared the home and family their fucking seat and replied with fuck you I ain’t moving and the cops say so. Good social strategy eh!
Just know that for the Genders to exist requires collaboration. If you have a crack instead of a penis and are challenged by this statement it’s called fucking and if you can’t afford your own test tube you will have to go the old fashion route. Collaborate. For those cracks out there that are challenged by big concepts like collaborating I tried to put it into language you can understand, fucking. For the crack addicts out there, you need to understand that collaborating has been replaced with equality.
The double speak of this is easy to overlook, especially if you’re a crack addict. Equality is a method of portioning, it’s application is to divide and implies “equally”. Anyone who says this isn’t a zero sum game needs to call Noam Chomsky and ask some basic questions regarding linguistics. Don’t feign stupidity either cause you’re a liar that needs to be ignored Michelle.
If you reread the second paragraph you will understand the intended outcome of “equality” the cracks really have in mind. None. Equality has this fecal notion of collaborating but it is only designed to get you to the table and inform you of the cost of doing business – with the crack.Let’s do a little male math here. If you work for forty years and average 35,000 a year you will have earned 1.4 million now subtract 250,000 for the home you lost, that you really paid 450,000 for with interest and your down to an even mil. Don’t forget to remove another 350,000 for the taxation whores and leaches that go home at 3 o’clock. Take 60% of the remainder as the portion she spends cause you know she needs tampons and red shoes. You’re left with a taste of equality that represents 500 bucks a month for forty years. Fuck yea I want to be equal.
Please tell me you can’t afford a surrogate and ten years of daycare for 360,000 bucks. Anyone who is buying into this horseshit for an udder and a smile, needs to be taken out back and hosed down with ice water. Let me tell you what you’re really buying into in case you haven’t cottoned on to the yarn. A relationship is when you change from being a male into being a fucking therapist. That’s right guys, and like any therapist you will be required to fill prescriptions for every tiny little emotional malady that she can hallucinate.
What you’re dealing with is an inflective, pathological bag of psychotic shit, that trains to be one. Just look around your environment and count the number of self-help books you see. Now count the number you have read. It’s fucking training to complain. Every dark little seedy perverted, contorted, misandric, misrepresentation of vaginal angst and hallucinated imagery exudes from the crack over everyone around her.
Years ago when my oldest son was in grade two, that’s right sports fans he would have been all of 7 years old. I was called into the school midday as my son had been removed from class. When I arrived I found him on a bench in the office. I asked him to show me the washroom and said we would return. In the washroom I asked him hey buddy what’s going on. He didn’t know, not a clue. But they felt it was fine to leave him sit in the office for an hour and a half to, you know, think about it.
Returning to the office, I was greeted by the principal who had informed me he had called the affected teacher and “SHE” was on her way. Well you’re gonna love this. It was explained to me by “HER” that during gym class she was teaching dance. She had directed the children, to swing their hips from side to side. My son (remember he’s 7 years old) now get ready and cover your screen or swallow your coffee before proceeding. My son, was thrusting his hips front to back,
OBVIOUSLY GESTURING THAT HE HAD A LARGE PENIS !!!!….wtf…WTF…WHAT THE FUCK!!!
Give yourself a moment to let it sink in, I did. I turned to the principal because I really wanted to read his expression, he was earnest. Well I said, it strikes me that we have some misinterpretation going on here. Obviously your mistaken, it is apparent to me that he could only be gesturing that he had a small penis, hence the need to thrust his hips out, in an obvious attempt to make it symbolically visible. Of course I am relying on Jungian synchronicity for this insight, were I to invoke Freud I might suggest that you madame are projecting a penis configuration on the boy, in hopes of attaining your darker desires to dominate and emotionally control those you perceive as more sexually powerful and justify your sexual perversion. She gaged on that like a mouthful of cum and I just waited for her to catch her breath.
In retrospect I think she may have been suffering from a brain tumor that resulted from pushing on her dildo to hard. But to truly read the subtleties of this exchange you need to know that she actually gestured the size of the penis in her presentation with her hands, while standing there with her mouth open while she paused for my retort. It’s pretty obvious this bitch needed a good screwing, but the principal wasn’t willing and sure as fuck I wouldn’t touch that meat. To masculine and too square geometrically, for my taste. Besides I was unhappily married at the time, no sense making a depressing circumstance suicidal.
In as much as every man is sick and tired of the wailing and gnashing of teeth, it may be worth-while to peel back that vulva and look at the deeper thoughts of woman. I’m under the impression that if you hear a woman say, “ew, look at that man over there playing with those kids” what she’s really saying is, I can be a kid too, tie me up and press your manhood against me in an embrace from behind, causing my breasts to heave weighted by their own sensuous sway, while you lightly sting my ass with rough hands kneading my buttocks and slapping the sincerity of your determination just above my wetness that flows like a river over my legs hoisting me against the one muscle that defines your purpose, melting me against the void of passion that is overtaking like a tide against gaping and gasping rocks that are the points of sensual arousal awaiting your cling and climb…OR NOT!!
Psychotic sexual tension anyone. No doubt the majority of the sexual predator myths are really an unexpressed monologue of female sexual tension. I happened upon a film by a man called Slavoj Žižek called “The Perverts Guide to Cinema” . I’ve selected four links to it that should be enough to inspire the entire viewing, and I promise it’s worth it. There’s some humor and some dam good insight into sexuality. I’m betting that most of the horseshit that we hear from feminists and the cowering clitoris whining in the corner is more apt to be their unexpressed and repressed sexual fantasies. Check out the clips you’ll no doubt understand why I say this. Welcome to a view of female perversion. Total viewing is about 26 minutes, enjoy.