Oneitiscel
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I'm a radical feminist, I've read countless of books, I am too invested in it, I engage in various discourses etc. The problem is that I have gained too much knowledge.
I find patriarchy and misogyny everywhere. I notice how it seeps into every crack of out everyday life, and everyday conversation. I go to a cafe bar and analyze how the men treat the female bartender in comparison to the male, despite my goal in the bar being just drinking coffee and chatting carelessly with my friends. I ride the bus and I people watch, and I look around, and I think to myself how stupid it is that we created two categories of people and that we assigned roles how those people should dress and act just so we can know purely by looking at them whats in between their legs. I am naturally too sensitive to injustice. Going out of my house pisses me off because I see misogyny everywhere.
The problem intensified when I actually found a man who is perfect, who I love, and who I cherish. Yet I analyze every single thing he says. I'm trying to find a sociological reason behind the exact sentences he says. I'm trying to analyze if his feelings are genuine or is it just the socialization speaking through him. I am subconsciously scanning for every single possibility where I may be abused and degraded in the future purely because I'm a woman. Yesterday, before sleeping, I was overthinking yet again, and I thought to myself, would he still be with me if I suddenly woke up and decided that I didn't want to have sex until marriage. And I asked him that (through text). He told me that sex, to him, is a vital component of a relationship, because he finds that as the epitome of intimacy and the place where he feels the most confident to show love and care. And I took that as "he only values me because he has access to my body". And I cried for 45mins. He also wants kids. I do too, but I always doubt his intentions, purely because he's a man and socialized as a man. In my mind, there is a debate; "does he see me as someone to spend the rest of his life with, or is he just grooming me to be the mother to his children?".
Rationally I know he's a great dude and would never hurt me and is the kindest person I've set my eyes on, but there is always this doubt within me purely because he is a man.
This is what happens when you embrace a psyop. It turns you into nothing more than a FOGbot (Femoid Occupied Government).
Can't understand nuance without racking her brains out, nor function in everyday life without constant paranoia. Just a barely sentient mouthpiece, barking propaganda from the Tumblr/Female Dating Strategy overlords who bred her.





