OhHowDegrading /
ThatsJustDegrading /
+++Male Superiority, Western Chauvinism, Patriarchy, Realism, Humiliation, Objectification, Degradation, Mental Torment and Outright Abuse.

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2018-02-13 11:00:40

    Cum dodging.

    I sucked a guy off last night. He told me he was going to cum on my face and not to be a “cum dodger.” Apart from how hot it is to have a guy tell you what he’s going to do to you instead of asking, it made me wonder a bit.

    Are there really women who are afraid of being cum on their face? Apparently there are, since I hear about this kind of frequently from guys I fuck.  I mean, I get not wanting to let a guy cum in your pussy because getting pregnant would suck, but on your face? That’s such a silly thing to object to.

    You’re already presumably sucking him off, licking his balls and jerking his cock (At least.) You’ve already lowered yourself to existing for his pleasure. You’ve symbolically and literally accepted your place on your knees. Your breath already tastes like cock. Most importantly, he’s already realized that you’re willing to do all of this to keep him happy.

    So adding a little facial to the mix shouldn’t be an additional humiliation. To not let him cum where he wants is like making him an ice cream sundae and getting angry because he wants a cherry on the top. Just give him the fucking cherry, dummies.

    Women are really silly. Ugh.

    The evils of men are actually the desires of women

    It’s women’s fault that men are cruel.

    Whenever you see a man behaving badly, it’s important to remember that they are driven to do are usually driven to do so by the need to procreate.

    If treating women badly was an ineffective mating technique, it would have faded away. But it hasn’t, because women are desperately addicted to men who treat them like garbage. Instead, we reward the cruelest (And most attractive, of course) ones by spreading our legs.

    This is also the crux of why the modern woman is so, frankly, kind of stupid. We spend absurd amounts of time giving signals to men through the way we act, dress and speak that they need to be powerful and take control, yet as soon as they do, many women suddenly jump to rebuke them. At best, this is the behavior of a silly, confused girl, which is what most women are; at worst, it’s the behavior of a malicious shrew.

    If you’re the latter, then you’re hopeless and I’m uninterested in speaking to or about you. But if you’re the former, it’s important to remember that our happiness as women are intertwined with our ability to make men happy, and what we’ve caused men to enjoy is treating us like shit. So just let them. Everyone wins.

    "Character of the Happy Warrior"

    WHO is the happy Warrior? Who is he          That every man in arms should wish to be?          –It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought          Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought          Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:          Whose high endeavours are an inward light          That makes the path before him always bright:          Who, with a natural instinct to discern          What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;          Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,                         But makes his moral being his prime care;          Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,          And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!          Turns his necessity to glorious gain;          In face of these doth exercise a power          Which is our human nature’s highest dower;          Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves          Of their bad influence, and their good receives:          By objects, which might force the soul to abate          Her feeling, rendered more compassionate;                            Is placable–because occasions rise          So often that demand such sacrifice;          More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure,          As tempted more; more able to endure,          As more exposed to suffering and distress;          Thence, also, more alive to tenderness.          –‘Tis he whose law is reason; who depends          Upon that law as on the best of friends;          Whence, in a state where men are tempted still          To evil for a guard against worse ill,                               And what in quality or act is best          Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,          He labours good on good to fix, and owes          To virtue every triumph that he knows:          –Who, if he rise to station of command,          Rises by open means; and there will stand          On honourable terms, or else retire,          And in himself possess his own desire;          Who comprehends his trust, and to the same          Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim;                             And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait          For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state;          Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall,          Like showers of manna, if they come at all:          Whose powers shed round him in the common strife,          Or mild concerns of ordinary life,          A constant influence, a peculiar grace;          But who, if he be called upon to face          Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined          Great issues, good or bad for human kind,                            Is happy as a Lover; and attired          With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired;          And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law          In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw;          Or if an unexpected call succeed,          Come when it will, is equal to the need:          –He who, though thus endued as with a sense          And faculty for storm and turbulence,          Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans          To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;                          Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be          Are at his heart; and such fidelity          It is his darling passion to approve;          More brave for this, that he hath much to love:–          'Tis, finally, the Man, who, lifted high,          Conspicuous object in a Nation’s eye,          Or left unthought-of in obscurity,–          Who, with a toward or untoward lot,          Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not–          Plays, in the many games of life, that one                           Where what he most doth value must be won:          Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,          Nor thought of tender happiness betray;          Who, not content that former worth stand fast,          Looks forward, persevering to the last,          From well to better, daily self-surpast:          Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth          For ever, and to noble deeds give birth,          Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame,          And leave a dead unprofitable name–                                 Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;          And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws          His breath in confidence of Heaven’s applause:          This is the happy Warrior; this is He          That every Man in arms should wish to be.


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    Quick tip for women on female inferiority + General theory on feminine excellence.

    A funny little aspect thing about people who deny that females are inferior to men is that they will frequently point out examples of incredibly exceptional women and use them as evidence that women can do what men can do.


    What about the fact that it took many many generations for there to even be one woman as capable as her? What about the fact that, despite the fact that she could beat up many men, she’d lose to any man who had even half of the training as her? What about the fact that despite her accomplishments, she’s a total headcase who’s need to make babies is going to derail her career? 

    This is the nature of the female when we try to fight our biological roles. We can work harder, stronger and faster and still end up firmly in the middle. If you’re a woman, that probably hurts to read, despite the fact that you already knew that information, on some level, depending on how much you’ve allowed your mind to be fucked by the concept of “equality.” 

    But there’s an upside! It’s called reality and it’s very cool. You see, there are plenty of things that women can do better than men. Cooking, cleaning, entertaining - we have an innate capability to master these sorts of things. Can men master them as well? Well, yes, but they are also capable of excelling at other, much more important things. But we can contribute in our own little ways.

    I think it’s clear that the path to truly excelling as a female is simply to know your place. It’s unfortunate, really, that so much of society seems bent on training women out of those roles. However, the end result is that for us women who do understand our place, our value to successful men is massively increased by all of the women who are foolish enough to surrender their femininity. I guess we should take advantage of that.

    An old friend from college was in town

    yesterday. I hadn’t seen him in three years. We spent about 15 minutes hanging out before he was fucking me. After he finished he said “Good to know that you’re still as much of a slut as you used to be.”

    He’s coming back over tomorrow, we’re supposed to go out to a bar or something...I don’t really see that happening, though.