So many people miss this truth: casual every-day misogynists are boring at best, and irritating at worst. The type of person who can't rationalize or articulate a reasonable argument in defense of their beliefs — a person who is generally insecure, overly emotionally reactive, and needs to denigrate others to feel a certain way about themselves.
In short, they lack self-awareness, have poor impulse control, are generally selfish, and are missing the intellectual insight necessary to do real damage.
I am NOT an every-day misogynist. I use progressive language in speech, and I empathize with people who have different life experiences than I do. I put myself in the shoes of other people to try to understand their frame of mind. My friends, coworkers, and family would all argue that I present as one of the more progressive and warm people they know.
But images can be deceiving. Most of them don't know that I keep girls as slaves and pets. Most of them don't know the depths of depravity into which I dive with regularity in the privacy of my personal life.
So if I'm not a casual every-day misogynist, why then am I the one who can do REAL damage?
It's simple: because my brand of misogyny isn't about me... it's about YOU. It's about understanding everything that makes you tick -- your beliefs, your ambitions, your wounds, your trauma. And not just the surface-level that you share with the world while you wear your mask in public... I peer into and through the eyes behind your mask and I see the REAL you. The version of you that you hide from others. The version of you that you even hide from yourself.
I speak to that long-forgotten girl you'd locked away out of fear, your shadow-self with whom you'd forbidden all contact. I re-engage a dialogue with your deepest source of shame, and then I slowly seduce her and raise her to the surface of your mind's eye.
In the end, I even hold the key to let her escape from captivity... the very key you thought you'd thrown away forever.
A casual misogynist will accomplish none of these things. He doesn't care to understand who you are, or how your mind works.
This means he doesn't know how to hurt you as profoundly as I do.
See, I'll use the language of feminism to disarm you at first. To make you feel safe and understood. But then once you've let me in enough to see the true nature of your soul, I'll start to wield it against you. I'll steal the concepts of your deepest-held beliefs like I've robbed you of your only supply of munitions, only to weaponize your own ideological prattle, aiming it in your direction as you are left utterly defenseless.
Over time I'll gaslight you into betraying yourself, making you violate your own principles, and you'll go along with it because I know how to package it up in exactly the right way to make you melt as I turn you into a drippy wet mess for me.
And I'll do all this for no other reason than waging psychological warfare on you is my favorite hobby, and I get off on watching you succumb to the ultimate psychological corruption at my hand.
See, in the end, at my core, I'm not REALLY a misogynist. Yes, I'll readily use misogyny as another tool in my arsenal to reach my goals, but first and foremost I'm a sadist. I just want to hurt you psychologically deeper than anyone else every could, until your mind is so overcome and addicted to the shame that there's nothing left of the girl you used to be... until you're left with no choice but to meekly accept that you're just a drippy dumb wet set of holes, humiliated and degraded beyond repair. Until you accept that this whole time you were deluded by the lies of feminism, but now you understand the truth: that you're just a stupid slut made to serve cock and bow down in subservience to the rule of The Patriarchy. Until you're nothing but a blank canvas for Daddy to paint anew as I see fit, restoring your life with purpose.
Do you understand the difference now, doll? Let me sum it up for you:
In the end, they all do.
😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😉 "A Feminist" 😂
Ever since puberty, the world has melted in your fingertips to suit your needs. One day you were just a lost little girl, and the next you were a goddess. Men fell to their feet and worshiped you, in hopes of gaining your favor. You'd toss them mere breadcrumbs, and they'd lap them up on their hands and knees like they'd been handed filet mignon and cold champagne in the middle of an arid desert.
But you are no goddess, nor are you the perfect angel your suitors would have you believe. You seek no courteous gentlemen or impassioned Disney romance. You play the game you are supposed to play, day in, day out; you show the world the face of a good girl who believes in classic fairy tales and happily ever after, all the time knowing in your heart that you crave something altogether different. Something more barbaric and rough. Something dark and forbidden.
And so you wait, patiently, playing to the false reality that the world expects of you; you wait for your hidden fantasies capture you, to shatter these illusions, and to bestow you with the fantastic reality that your heart truly desires.
You are no goddess; you are still that lost little girl seeking guidance. Take my hand and I will lead you to the reality you've achingly sought for so long.
Remember the time I made you dress up in that stupidly embarrassing outfit for a dinner party with my friends?
Oh, you forgot? That's so funny. Maybe that's because of how much I encouraged you to pre-drink before the party even started -- you could barely speak cogently, honey.
Not that you needed to: you were wearing such a cute little outfit, and you're such a special girl that even when slurring your words you know how to keep an audience captivated.
It's too bad you don't remember which of my friends were there... which of them saw what a dirty little slut you truly are. I COULD tell you, but that would spoil the fun -- I think it's so much cuter the way your face turns a shade of scarlet every time you blushingly see one of my friends and frantically try to remember if they were there that night.
Do they know what an easy little set of wet holes you are? Do they respect you? Or are they smiling because they just remembered how your tight wet hole felt that night... and if so, which hole in particular are they reminiscing about?
You're so pretty when you're pathetically drippy at your own shame.
😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🖤 Your Favorite Toxic Ex 🥴🍹
This is a very important decision: it’s true, as a Straight-A student you *COULD* finish your college degree and pursue a very lucrative career as a high-end lawyer or doctor or business professional.
OR
You could drop out and become Daddy’s dumb little stripper and porndoll.
Maybe I’ll have you work hard at school until the final exam, just to show you were capable of getting that degree, only to have you drop out when you were inches away from the finish line. I want you to get wet to the knowledge that you could have been *ANYTHING* but because Daddy told you to become a stupid little slutty professional fuckdoll, you gave it all away willingly and ruined your life just to make me happy.
See… I’m supportive. I just want to help you find your way to true happiness, babygirl.
These can all be difficult life transitions for any young woman. If you’re going through one of these stages in your life, or you’re considering taking the first steps, just know that someone is here to support and encourage you.
Reblog if you support girls!
That is such an embarrassing answer and you said it with so much confidence like you were saying something hot oh man…
Why would I be saying something hot about ice cream? If I did that, it would melt all over the place, dummy 🤪
Yes, I’m a sadist. I’m also an extremely sarcastic goofball who fucks around a lot and doesn’t take himself that seriously
Chill out, Anonymous internet stranger; life is too short to waste it being salty. Save some of that salt for your ice cream!🍦🧂🥶😂
Oh! Is your picture of a Kajira? I noticed the brand.
The picture is most definitely of a kajira; very perceptive catch! 😉There's something about a slavegirl permanently marked as property that I find utterly intoxicating; add to that the submissive pose and it makes for some magnetic imagery...The Gorean lifestyle boasts some beautifully twisted concepts. 😈👌🏻
They say that history is written by the victors. Whomever comes out on top chooses how those battles will be framed for generations to come, until eventually their version becomes the only version of the story that we even know exists. Naturally it follows from this saying that the truth is relative.
“That girls are inferior to Men by nature is unavoidable, but they can still contribute to society nonetheless. To get ahead, girls must give some head.”
—Aristotle, discussing a good girl's place in society
(first of 4 quotes, keep reading for more on Patriarchy's important new political initiative...)
This is why the newly-elected Patriarchy Political Party has decided that one of our first major initiatives will be to roll back the lies of recent feminist-apologist political administrations who, through ideological contempt for citizens and in an OUTRAGEOUS abuse of power, tried to deceive you with blatant falsehoods presented as "history." Only Patriarchy loves you enough to tell you the REAL truth.
“Evolutionarily speaking, inferiority becomes them; their heads are empty and their minds suggestible because they are meant to be filled by Men. If that isn't proof enough, being subordinated by the Dominant sex excites them; it's why they get drippy as they kneel at a Man's feet.”
—Charles Darwin, discussing female nature
As of today, The Patriarchy Political Party is proud to announce the first phase of our "Preserve & Re-Educate" campaign to restore to the history books the lost truths that feminism tried to erase. Some of these updates to the histories you thought you knew might come as a shock; many of you likely haven't heard these original quotes in their fully-restored form. We understand this transition may be confusing as we slowly work together as a society toward the goal of accepting these lost truths as our new reality.
“There is no doubt that they are just a set of wet holes; even as they try to deny it they are compelled toward their supposed captors by a force not entirely dissimilar to gravity, like moths to the flame. It stands to reason that a good set of holes will always be eager to open her drooly mouth and prove her worth.”
—Isaac Newton, on finding a good set of holes
Feminism tried to poison your minds for many years, but no longer. We have liberated you from their authoritarian reign and malicious disinformation campaign. Feminism has lost, and with that loss so too will their false narrative become lost to history.
“Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school. Perhaps one day we can look to the history books without distrust, but not until they stop printing lies.”
—Einstein, discussing the disinformation campaigns of feminism
With enough repetition of our new reality, every feminist will eventually learn to kneel and edge obediently in service of The Patriarchy. 100 years from now when not a single living girl remembers anything else, you will be grateful to know nothing else but being warm set of holes for Men.
😈 Sadistic Empath, 😏 📚 Patriarchal Minister of Propaganda & Re-Education ✍️
In fact, I think I'd prefer you without them.
Just stick your tongue out as you keep edging your brain away for Male validation, doll.
😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😏 Alternative Lifestyle Coach 👨🏻🏫
Remember when you were a respectable feminist role model, Puddles?
Yeah. Me neither...
😂😂😂
😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🏋🏻♀️ A Bitch's Favorite Personal Trainer 🚂🐶
Did you delete a bunch of posts or is my tumblr tripping? For me the most recent posts is the one saying "your IQ is DDD". I used to have another blog months back and I'm pretty sure there were more posts. I might be confusing you with someone else though, sorry if that's the case, that would be embarassing to say the least.
I almost never delete posts, so most likely the reason you can't see my newer content because I applied the "Mature: Sexual Themes" content label to it; you'll need to enable the "Mature Content" account setting to fix this. You can find detailed information about this in the official Tumblr docs, but here's a simplified version:
The birth date you enter into Tumblr must prove you are at least 18 years old.
Login using the in-browser Tumblr website of your PERSONAL COMPUTER — you will NOT be able to modify this setting on the iOS Tumblr app (Android users can modify this setting in the mobile app as well in-browser).
Go to https://www.tumblr.com/settings/account and find the "Content You See" section.
Ensure that "Show Mature Content" is toggled "On."
Ensure that "Blur Mature Content" is "Off."
You might be asking yourself: "what does the Blur mature content toggle do?" The answer: it temporarily hides mature content until you click a button to display it:
Also entitled, "The Meaning of Life."
35-year-old Mindfuck King 👑. Empaths understand your thoughts; sadists weaponize them against you. Humiliation, Degradation, Daddy / babygirl, brainwashing, bimbofication, objectification, misogyny.
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