Another 'beautiful one'

[DubCParticipant 4]

Hello MGTOW. First, thank you for reacquainting me with John Calhoun. I had read of his experiments before, but it was particularly interesting to reread his conclusions in the context of The Sexodus. Which second I have to thank you for preserving, so people like me have a chance to discover it after the original was purged. Third I’ll apologize in advance for how rambly this may get, there’s a few interrelated things I want to cover.

 

But on to what led me to sign up. Upon reading a lot of threads in MGTOW Central I’ve come to realize that my thinking has for a long time been along the lines of MGTOW, though not my actions, largely because I didn’t want to accept that what I had learned about female nature was true. I wanted to believe that NAWALT, that one day I’d snag that unicorn and things would work out. But life has been forcing me to come to terms with what I already knew deep down, that that happy ending isn’t coming. But as scary, depressing and enraging as that is, it’s also quite liberating to know that you’ve freed yourself from the losing game. Nice also to know that I’m not alone in wanting to escape that system.

 

My first experience with the joys of women was in grade 12, when I was 16. My first ‘proper relationship’ and the girl I lost my virginity to. A girl I was chasing previously introduced us at school, we got together not too long after that. After we got together she would tell me stories of her previous boyfriend, who had first gotten with her when she was 14 and he was 21 (should have heard the alarm bells there). She told me how he would force her into sex and showed me photos of what she looked like after the times he had hit her, and told me she had felt scared he was going to kill her one day. Of course, my inner white knight sprang into action, in an effort to prove that we aren’t all the same and I wasn’t the kind of guy her mother probably warned her about. From that point on I strove to be the ‘model boyfriend’, always there to support and reassure her. Anyway, at some point in our 5 month relationship it ended up being that she was staying with me during the week at my mum’s house, and then going back to her hometown for the weekends. My town where the school was is about an hour and a half from her hometown, and I was happy to have that access to her affection and sex. Anyway, to cut a long story short, she reconnected with her mother who lives in another state, and told me she was going on a 2 week holiday to go and see her. My mum and I took her out to the airport, and literally while we were in the terminal saying goodbye she told me that it wasn’t a holiday, she was leaving for good. No warning, no discussion, just drops the bomb and gets on her plane. And if that wasn’t enough, I found out not long after she had left from one of her friends that she had never really broken up with that previous boyfriend, she was still f~~~ing him on the weekends then coming back to my hospitality during the week. So that screwed me up pretty bad, not only because of the sudden loss of what I had thought was a good relationship, but also the fact that the relationship was a facade that she let me buy into, because it served her need of convenient accommodation. I also beat myself up a lot over the assumption she left me with that I wasn’t even a better prospect than someone who beat her, that she still kept seeing him as well as me even though she was planning to leave both of us.

 

Fast forward 3 years, I’m at University at the other end of the state, and have had no relationship or sexual contact since that c~~~ got on the plane. I move into a massive new share house, and after about a week of living there I get a knock on my room door at 10pm. I open the door and find a hottie holding a 6 pack, said she’d heard someone new moved in and wanted to meet me. We got on really well that night, and a few days later I took a 6 pack up to return the favour. And thus started a tradition where we’d take turns to buy the alcohol and just hang out drinking and smoking weed and eventually that turned into sex and then a relationship. And in those early days, she was amazing, so much fun, the sex was great and there was no pressure from her for me to be what society dictated. But again, after we got together the stories started coming out. About her ex-boyfriends cheating and f~~~ing her over, about her mum routinely mistreating her, about her biker dad getting her into speed, all kinds of stuff. This girl could fill the Grand Canyon with her baggage. But by this point I was already smitten, and again I fell into the role of reassuring, trying to prove I wasn’t like the rest. And over time the girl I thought I fell in love with disappeared. It started with fights over little things when she was drunk, she’d overreact to some perceived slight and blow up and we’d end up in our respective rooms. Then in the morning she’d be incredibly apologetic and affectionate, telling me she knows she’s lucky to have me and that she was still trying to learn how to deal with her issues from the past. She was a masterful manipulator. Looking back now I should have called it off then, but I wasn’t thinking in those terms, I still trying to be her foundation, I thought she’d snap herself out of it if she let herself realize she’d actually found someone loving and supportive. Slowly the nature of the fights we had when she was drunk changed. At first she had the basis of something potentially iffy I may have said that she (chose to) misinterpret, but that became her just looking to start fights by attacking things about me or making something up to get angry about. Her favourite was to accuse me of having sex with randoms in the Uni toilets (I was only ever on campus for lectures and tutorials). After a while I realized that was because Uni was a part of my life was wasn’t involved in. She loved trying to sabotage me getting my degree. Once she deleted a 3000 word essay that was 90% finished. Another time she locked me out of the house the night before an exam, both during some of her fight-for-the-sake-of-fighting fights. She also loved to screw me up in terms of sex. If I ever tried to initiate it, I’d get “been thinking of your Uni sluts have you?” and she’d be ‘p~~~ed off’ for the rest of the day. But if she wanted it, she’d literally turn to me in bed and say “I want you to f~~~ me” and then without bothering to touch it she’d expect it to be hard and in her within 30 seconds or she’d accuse me of not being attracted to her. It was during my time with her that I became aware of the resentment women have when they realize you are standing in the way of her perfect athlete/cook/bodybuilder/mechanic/electrician/artist/lover/butler/accessory that is her due by virtue of being a woman. Anyway, during the fights as time went on she got more and more aggressive, breaking stuff she thought would hurt me or physically attacking me. She was the closest I’ve come to hitting a woman, the most she got was a push when she was preventing me from leaving to just escape her raging for the night. But yes, eventually she cheated on me and I found out, we were living together in our own place by then, and in the meantime while one of us found a new place we still lived together, though I moved into the other room. I wanted to kill her at this point but figured I’d be out of there and never having to see her again soon enough. One day I got home from work and heard voices from her bedroom. I didn’t care what she did at that point so I just chilled on my bed watching dvds. Time went on and realized she was drinking with someone in her room, though again I didn’t give a s~~~. But a few hours later, when I was about to call it a night, I heard by bedroom door open behind me, followed by “hey c~~~” and then I took a punch to the back of the head, followed by a lot more punches. I remember being vaguely aware of her standing there watching at one point, and then eventually she said “that’s enough” and off they went back to her room. I went and called the cops once I had recovered enough, but the crowning glory was that this was the guy that she had cheated on me with. She invited him into my home to unexpectedly bash me for the crime of ever getting involved with her in the first place.

 

So again that whole situation left me pretty f~~~ed up psychologically. And again had a massive dry patch after it, which didn’t help. And they, to date, have been my only relationships. I’ve had some one night stands here and there,  and 2 pretty long FWB arrangements. The last FWB was great, a lot of fun, we drank a lot and went for pub meals and played pool, and liked the same comedies and stuff, it was pretty awesome. Then, for reasons unknown to me, things became “too relationshippy”, even though we were just doing the same thing the same way, I was making a conscious effort to just keep things FWB. Which of course meant she had to disappear with no contact and no explanation, until after about a week where I sent a message or 2 on facebook I said I’ll take the hint but a reason would be nice.

 

So, that’s my story. Hopefully not so much of a WoT that no one makes it through it. I will admit that I’m feeling a bit lost at this point though. A lot of what I’ve read about MGTOW suggests I should be looking internally, getting back to the things that I enjoy doing. But at this point a lot of the interests I had have been jettisoned or denuded to the point they’re basically gone, and what I have left is the things I’ve cocooned myself in since c~~~ #2, and which are leaving me very unfulfilled at the moment. I’ve honestly been considering suicide a lot the last 6 months. If society has no use for me, and even I have no use for me, shouldn’t I just remove myself from the equation? Hopefully my lack of sleep hasn’t made this unintelligible.

[BeckholtParticipant 7]

Her favourite was to accuse me of having sex with randoms in the Uni toilets (I was only ever on campus for lectures and tutorials). After a while I realized that was because Uni was a part of my life was wasn’t involved in.

^ That bit up there physically made me have to rearrange the way I was sitting, because it’s exactly the kind of f~~~ed up s~~~ my ex started doing in the beginning, which (just like yours) lead to saying f~~~ed-up things to try to psychologically hurt me, and when I played those off, breaking things of mine to try to anger me, then finally, physically assaulting me with objects, the apex being a kitchen knife and a baseball bat (separate instances).

First and foremost, suicide is something I’ve thought of more in the past 3 years (2 spent in an endless-war with the ex prior to me finally getting out) than ever in my life. I still consider it, but I would never, ever allow myself to act on it, and neither should you. It’s easy to say that without justifying it, and I could go on forever with reasons you’ve heard a trillion times as to why suicide is a ludicrous idea to seriously consider beyond fantasy, but I’ll leave it at the simple-yet-deftly-true fact that life and it’s fortunes that come our way are even more unpredictable than women are; this is a great thing. Temporary s~~~-storms come up and sometimes last long enough that they do not feel temporary at all, but they are. Your life will improve soon enough, just as mine will.

Not to sound cliche, but none of us can see the forest through the trees.

But at this point a lot of the interests I had have been jettisoned or denuded to the point they’re basically gone, and what I have left is the things I’ve cocooned myself in since c~~~ #2, and which are leaving me very unfulfilled at the moment.

I also am in this exact same boat, in an occupational field that does pay the bills, but is an occupation I undertook in an attempt to buy things for the ex and keep her ever-increasing-appetite satisfied. Not for material things, just paying for her life and crawling through debt to keep her happy. This feeling of doing something you really hate every day because it gives you a paycheck, especially if it’s psychologically linked to your ex like my job is (even if it’s indirect), is a horrible experience. But again, suicide isn’t the right route, by a long shot. Instead you need to do what I’m planning to do and use this current “cacoon” you’re in as a stepping stone for a path you want to take. <b>It’s okay if you don’t have one. </b>A “path”, I mean. I don’t really have one, but I know I’m not letting myself be derided and having my life SHAT ON every f~~~ing day by that miserable wretched c~~~ anymore.

Hearing stores like yours help me tremendously. I’ve only been on this site for a few hours and already I feel so much better about what I’m doing. I still don’t know what I’m really doing, but focusing on the simple fact that I can now finally give myself time to figure out who I really am and fall back in love with new things and maybe old things I used to love, is reassurance enough.

Our most recent ex’s sound like two peas in a pod. Especially the sadistic fighting-for-the-sake-of-fighting bulls~~~. Almost like you can see a flicker of sick satisfaction in their eyes while they scream and swing fists. That forever-damaged outward-shotgun of shear-bulls~~~, so to speak.. now I’m starting to ramble.

You’ll find your place on the ‘escalator’ that is your own life soon enough, just like I will, but give yourself the benefit; you yourself experienced all this torrential s~~~ firsthand, so you know you’ll need some time to get all the parts of your physiological and neurological-self realigned and firing on all cylinders again. My “dating life” has been non-existent since my ex, but with how my past few exes have been, I consider that a bitter-sweet blessing.

We all need to focus more on getting ourselves fixed, lest we end up unintentionally trying to fix someone else’s s~~~ again. Being a “white knight” is an unfortunate side effect of being a good person. Some of us just have our good nature used against us.

[Smitty the Great OneParticipant 1535]

women, can’t live with’em, can’t shoot’em….

Life is too long to play by someone elses rules....

[megatoad69Participant 449]

Being with my ex, things I’ve realised and have told other guys in a not so joking manner.

The definition of mental illness is being female.

Or

Being female is the definition of mental illness.

 

And man! I know all about the fighting for the sake of fighting, I have always told the c~~~ that she wasn’t really happy unless she had something to bitch about. And a lot of cordless phones and TV remotes were stopped by a lot of walls behind my head.

Alone now since a few days before VALENTINES day, this peace and quiet, it’s a foreign feeling, the feeling of freedom!

Just wait until all this snow is gone and the warm weather gets here!

Late nights out, go where I want when I want with nobody to answer to, like an adult should be able to do.

(I must admit though, she was just bitchy a lot, she has never burned me, she was a good trustworthy woman with an attitude problem)

You can't reason with unreasonable, there; women, figured out, there is nothing to reason.

[Anonymous 1]

Hey DubC,

I don’t know much what to say, except this: Don’t Kill yourself. It might not seem at the moment, but it is not worth it.

My story (at least regarding relationships) is not half as bad as most people that post on this site. However, there were a point in my life where I though suicide was actual feasible. Although my life at this point is not as I hoped it would be, I can at least see some good prospects.

I know it is difficult, and it might seem hopeless, but please endure. I don’t know how this will sound, but every time I read a story like yours, I put myself in the place of who is telling the story, and I end up imagining/feeling the feelings you guys might have felt when these things were happening with you guys. Yeah, it is not the same, but it sucks anyway.

First thing: you need to go AS FAR AWAY AS POSSIBLE from these people that did those horrible things to you. For your sake. I am assuming you already did that, if not, start there.

Second: Find something to work on that doesn’t involve women as focus. If your old hobbies are gone, not enjoyable, find new ones. As long as you are breathing, there is always the possibility for you to find something new that doesn’t involve the madness of the female. Try new things, if you don’t like it, move on.

But most important: don’t give up. Do not take your life.

I don’t know what else to say but this: take care of yourself. Get some sleep, do some exercise. And do not care about society. Your “use” is whatever you make of it. Make your “use” being the best human being you can be, and enjoy your time on this earth.

And screw the bitches, they are not worth it.

Take care brother.

Cheers.

[DeepInThoughtParticipant 2710]

This post resonated a lot with me, in fact it is amazing how a lot of gentleman here have tread the same path. Reading through the plethora of posts on this site it is like looking back at myself and the relationships I have had and the feelings I have experienced as well. I dated a sociopath and at the time i was recovering from PTSD & depression and I can tell you now with her gas-lighting etc I definitely thought about knocking myself especially when she took her son and hooked up with another divorced single dad whilst spreading a smear campaign against me locally to make sure no other woman would date me, I lost so many friends and potential dates. I can still see here laughing when she reduced me to tears and sticking the knife further into me knowing she was “getting even” because she had another branch to swing to. It absolutely killed me inside and when I helped her raise her son, even though she never fully let me in, she said to me at the end “he is not your son, not your blood and none of your business.” After 3 years together? It made me feel so sick and what hurt even more was she allowed this new guy to have full reign over her son because he had his own kids and knew what he was doing. Two weeks before she did this we werent together in a relationship, it was breakup number 7 (i know blue pill mangina I was) but we were still sleeping together and her telling me she loved me and how attracted to me she was to the point with this new guy on the scene i heard “I don’t love you, I feel nothing for you and I’m not attracted to you anymore.” Just before this all happened a few months before we went to couples counselling and I will tell you now it is the biggest waste of f~~~ing time. Long story short, it was a female psych, I spoke prob 5 minutes in the entire hour and they both just hammered me. I knew within the first 5 minutes I had walked into an ambush and just kept my mouth shut as it was a no win situation or what i called it “a strategic withdrawal.” At this stage my ex had taken sex completely off the table as it “clouded our issues and was too easy between us.” This f~~~ing idiot psych applauded her bravery and said it was a great idea, wtf? This is where a sociopath really does their act, everything was turned around onto me and I was told I needed therapy. It was a complete joke! I really thought I was damaged and decided to go see my psychiatrist in Sydney, one of the best in Australia, to get myself checked out and what this female psych had said. He couldn’t believe it, what had happened and what was said. He said “#######, you are one of the most squared away and mentally stable people I have ever met, you suffered some depression and PTSD from a serious accident but you handled it extremely well and came out the other side a much emotionally and mentally stronger man with increased empathy and flexibility. You don’t need therapy, you need to get away from your girlfriend, she is a sociopath and this female psych is totally unprofessional and you have a good case for reporting professional misconduct. And on top of that, withholding sex or taking it off the table the way she did was essentially putting your relationship into a nosedive because sex and intimacy is the glue of any intimate relationship.”

I still see her maybe once a week, and the way she looks at me now with such anger and hate you’d think I killed her son. But the humoring side of it is this, since parting ways, over 2 years ago now I have dated a few girls 10 years younger than me. One in particular is a fitness model, stunningly gorgeous and I remember having coffee with her at a street cafe when my exes brother in law (this guy is a mangina) see me with this girl. I saw him make a call on his mobile phone some distance away and guess who did 3 drive-bys within 9 minutes? Yep, the ex checking out the competition and this was only 3 months ago. The girl I was with I gave her a heads up what was going on and on the last drive-by we both turned around and waved at her. The look of devastation on her face was priceless, because when they hit the wall and see you with a younger, hotter and fitter girl it absolutely kills them.

@dubc – having the feeling of ending your life isn’t unusual amongst men. I am not going to play the “woe to me” attitude, but there is so much pressure on men from society to have your life in order, be financially secure, a husband and dad generally before the age of 35 y/o. And just like women who start to fret in their early 30’s to have a kid the same pressure is on us. One fact society cannot change is this, women want equality, fine, but society cannot change biology and as much as they scream and holler women still want a man to impregnate them and be their protector, bread winner and partner. But as the other guys here have posted definitely get into training and stay away from alcohol and drugs. I hit the bottle and wasted not only money but put on 10kg and lost all my energy. It’s not worth it!

I want you to know that there are a lot of guys here who know exactly what you are feeling right about now and the mental circus that keeps going around in your head. Women are wired differently to us, men are problem solvers and we are always finding solutions to our problems so when something like this happens we continually play it over in our head and try to solve the problem by looking at every transgression in the relationship for a solution which leads us to blaming ourselves. Women love this s~~~ as mentioned enough times on this site, they take zero responsibility for anything.

[33wolfmanParticipant 216]

Damn Deep, your Ex must be the twin of mine, there are so many similarities in your story to mine it’s scary. DubC, there isn’t a woman on this planet worth your life, there was times when I thought of checking out and I told myself the bitch wasn’t worth it. Learn to enjoy your life.

[ExsliventxsParticipant 1067]

Your story sounds about like mine. Which I won’t type out, safe to say these women are all acting the same.

It wasn’t until I stepped back and inhaled that I realized how bad I’d been suffocating.

First of all, lol f~~~ society. You are society. You are a man. You are the reason it exists. It owes you. You don’t owe it s~~~.

Live your own life, do your own thing.

 

[DubCParticipant 4]

Thanks for the responses guys, and more importantly the support. I wasn’t entirely sure what kind of response I’d get, especially since I was blue-pilling it pretty hard with c~~~ #2. But, as with all such experiences, I suppose what matters is what you take away from it. Once I was out of her self-generating s~~~storm I vowed I’d never put up with that s~~~ again.

 

@beckholt good post man, I like your matter-of-fact style. And yeah, it’s a weird realization that what seemed like such an insidious thing for someone to do is actually pretty run of the mill for most women. Shocking, disgusting, yet heartening that other people know what you’re talking about. Know the way they systematically try to break you down to rebuild you to something that more suits their purposes. The way they continually push buttons to try to force you to submit or snap and give her the opportunity to construct a narrative around what a monster you are. Thinking about all this today led me to a good analogy I think, though by the same token I’m sure it’s been used in some form before. But the idea is: To a woman, relationships are like bootcamp. Once you fall in line, you’ll get less shouting. And they won’t stop pushing til you break and fall in.

 

@Badkan yeah I haven’t had any contact with either of them for years. C~~~ #2 actually tried to initiate contact with me through facebook about 6 months after all that happened, not really sure what her endgame was there. But being able to give her the clear message that I wasn’t interested in anything at all that she could possibly offer me was so sweet. Was quite amusing to see her going from the carrot of “I feel really bad about what happened at the end, you’re such a great guy and I wish I saw that earlier” to the stick of “you’re so immature you f~~~ing psycho, f~~~ing grow up” simply because I calmly explained I had absolutely no desire to have anything to do with her. All I was thinking the whole time was ‘You’re not breaking this resolve, bitch’. I should mention that she was 7 years older than me, I got with her when I was 21. Which means I f~~~ed up the maths in my first post (curse you lack of sleep).

 

@deepinthought That’s f~~~ed up about the female psych, last thing you need in that situation is for her to join in the headf~~~ing you’re already receiving. And yeah I can’t imagine what it must be like to have kids tied into the whole situation as well. They really know how to twist the knife don’t they. Great it all came together for you in the end though, that’s awesome. You really had a key point at the end there too, it’s having it constantly replaying in your head for weeks, months, years after it. And in the end, there’s nothing constructive you can do with that. I learned my lesson about not putting myself through that again but there’s not much else to it. I could go blue pill and say it was because I wasn’t good enough and hate myself for that, or go red pill and say it was her doing and hate myself for staying. At least now there’s enough distance of time that I can see in some ways I got out of it lucky.

[DeepInThoughtParticipant 2710]

@33wolfman – G’Day mate, I was just reading through your profile and introduction, wow, you went through the wringer with your ex. BTW, thank you for your service as well, Australia committed troops to Iraq as well and worked along side the USA, Canada et al.

It is amazing how they turn the way they do and like you, yeah I’m still p~~~ed off at the whole situation as well especially now the new guy is on the scene for just on 2 years now and moved in and did renovations (ones I designed) to her home. I feel cheated! I have a few solid female friends, entrepreneurial friends, who despise women like this and they say she really isnt happy, she’s 40 and has a child under 10 and she is insecure and needs a man. Him? Well he is just a mangina and it’s probably the best he’s ever gonna do. If she was 1/2 decent she would have walked away gracefully but nope, a smear campaign is what they do to make sure you don’t upgrade. Sad to say it’s a big world and ive upgraded many times since.

I especially don’t miss her family forever and a day sticking their noses in hers or my business anymore, her dad was a solid old guy but now I can understand why he drank so much, his wife was a controlling and nagging pain in the ass as well. But the brother in law was a grub, an absolute grub who was always interfering and doing everything to disrupt and appoint himself as Lord of the Admiralty. More like the Village Idiot!

I don’t feel sorry for myself but, there are parts of her I miss and even though now I have been with many younger, fun and intelligent women. I miss our intimacy together and the thought of another guy especially a white knight ploughing her and connecting with her son who meant the world to me is a s~~~ mental picture. But I look at the positives, all the pussy I get to nail now and even though I felt rubbish for a very long time I have healed and know better days are ahead plus I am financially in a position where I can go anywhere in the world at a moments notice and in luxury.

I will never trust a woman 100% ever again and when they ask me “Don’t you trust me?” I give them a flat “NO,” the look on their faces is incredible, there is that 5 seconds of disbelief then comes the “NAWALT” speech.

Now, I make my intentions clear with them, if i am attracted to them I state my intentions from the beginning and tell them I’m not interested in friendship or being their gay male girlfriend. It filters out a lot of the games and bulls~~~ and once they aren’t interested there is no coming back. I have had that happen a couple of times, they come back around the 3, 6 or 12 month mark and try to reach out or as I call it “feelers” to see if they can have a shot. A shot? No, what i do is withdraw the offer and calmly but intelligently give them a shoot down that would make a gatling gun proud.

“Your story sounds about like mine. Which I won’t type out, safe to say these women are all acting the same.It wasn’t until I stepped back and inhaled that I realized how bad I’d been suffocating. First of all, lol f~~~ society. You are society. You are a man. You are the reason it exists. It owes you. You don’t owe it s~~~.”

“Live your own life, do your own thing.”

 

This is the absolute truth right there, once you come out the other side and get back on an even keel and look objectively at things you do find yourself able to breath again. Hey, we all f~~~ up in relationships, I find it though that men are quite pragmatic and honest enough to own up to their mistakes, most women won’t unless they are crying to their girlfriends. But the most disgusting thing is when a man comes hat in hand and tries to smooth the waters, an ex or current partner usually takes this as a sign of weakness and mentally or emotionally belts the s~~~ out of the guy and f~~~s the next orbiter available.

Anyway, that’s me, really looking forward to Europe this summer and maybe getting back to Prague to nail a few of those Czech hotties.

[Lazarus LongParticipant 365]

Dubc Welcome

Thank you for sharing your story, you actually were a little more open about everything you have been through than I was in my intro but as you have seen you are not alone. As I am sure you have figured this out but this is a place of openness and the men here really do care about your well being.

These men have given you a lot of good advice and will be here for you when you need them. I can tell you that personally this place is what finally got me past the last of the regret etc that I had after my marriage ended. I like you had at one point thought of ending my life and was very serious about it, I do not necessarily want to get into the details about it but sufficed to say that it did not happen. All things are temporary except death, and I wanted to post this because you need to know that your life is valuable and that you should Never Give That Bitch the Satisfaction of Having Destroyed You. You are worth too much.

Anyway welcome again.

Willfully turning aside from the truth is treason to one's self. -Terry Goodkind

[Anonymous 2]

DubC wrote:

But if she wanted it, she’d literally turn to me in bed and say “I want you to f~~~ me” and then without bothering to touch it she’d expect it to be hard and in her within 30 seconds or she’d accuse me of not being attracted to her.

Sounds just like my borderline ex. Sex went from fun to problematic over time and she’d drag all of her issues into it. I’ve become a lot less sensitive about sex and how I go about it with women. It’s so liberating to just admit you are a man and any chick with daddy issues trying to f~~~ up your enjoyment of sex is not worth your time. They have shrinks for that s~~~, and I pay tax money so those c~~~s have the privilige to talk s~~~ about you to another overpaid bitch. Women that want to be f~~~ed by a beast can apply. The ones with sex-issues can go f~~~ themselves.

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