I've pretty much known that I was too ugly for human interaction for a long time. However, I used to think foids simply hated me just because I was REALLY FUCKING UGLY, and average looking guys could run "muh personality" game and score foids who were breedworthy. So I've always hated myself but I used to not hate all foids because I thought my inceldom was a rare case. Obviously now I know they are genocidal animals who's ideal society is built with bones instead of bricks.
Me seeing a creampie-able femoid before being blackpilled:
"Wow, she's hot as fuck. If I wasn't so ugly, I'm sure she would be fun to talk to. Someday, I'll be cured and I'll be able to talk to girls like her and my life won't suck anymore."
Me seeing a femasite of genetic quality fit for reproduction after being blackpill:
"What I used to see as a sign of life and fertility, I now see as a reminder of death, the sight of a female humanoid makes me feel ice in my bone marrow. No longer do I see a beautiful face with a youthful glow and a smile that beckons my approach... Now, all I see is a mountain of bones. Bones of the men she has rejected due to their bones not being the right size and shape, bones that have been stripped of their flesh due to the decay that followed their forgotten suicides as well as the bones of the future suicidal men... Bones of the men she fornicated with but were replaced by chaddier chads, their bones only being a fuzzy memory in her Body Count Ossuary... Bones of the apex predator chad who mogged all other men she laid with, his bones still attached to his living flesh as he bangs his fists against his chest in a violent display of dominance and genetic superiority... and the bones of her future betabux cuck who will raise the bastards to his own disgrace as she and every man she fucked before him stomp and dance upon the bones of the betabux cuck's ancestors as his genetic legacy dies... being just as dead as the countless suicides he believes he is better than... A female to me is nothing but a smoldering pile of bones and dying flesh with a few living alpha males battling on top of the death pile.
Her perfume no longer smells lovely to me, it cannot mask the stench of the decomposing fallen men crushed beneath the blood soaked hooves of the wild boar of gynocentrism. The smell is nauseating and I avoid it swiftly. I do not make eye contact because her eyes are not only dead due to the stare of a thousand cocks, but a grin reminder of the death of all non chad men. When she speaks, there is no soft and gentle voice, nor is there a sense of sensuality... I hear only the growls and barks of a rabid, wild wolves as they pick apart the flesh of the weak and defenseless.
There is nothing pleasant about the sight of her for me, her being near me is simply a manifestation of death and decay taunting and mocking me as try to avoid even looking in her direction. Her very presence causes my heart to feel as if it's falling into a cold, dark bottomless pit... followed closely behind by my mangled body. As I fall, my heart is drowned in a pitch black goo that suffocates it and consumes it. My body feels as if it is being showered in an ice cold black rain of death. Everything about my existence is shrouded in death and pain, every thought in my mind is a reminder of death. Death itself eventually looks more pleasant that whatever this is, perhaps finally dying is how one can finally live."
If anyone else experiences actual visions of dying and decayed male corpses and bones when they see fenasites in person, please comment below.
Me seeing a creampie-able femoid before being blackpilled:
"Wow, she's hot as fuck. If I wasn't so ugly, I'm sure she would be fun to talk to. Someday, I'll be cured and I'll be able to talk to girls like her and my life won't suck anymore."
Me seeing a femasite of genetic quality fit for reproduction after being blackpill:
"What I used to see as a sign of life and fertility, I now see as a reminder of death, the sight of a female humanoid makes me feel ice in my bone marrow. No longer do I see a beautiful face with a youthful glow and a smile that beckons my approach... Now, all I see is a mountain of bones. Bones of the men she has rejected due to their bones not being the right size and shape, bones that have been stripped of their flesh due to the decay that followed their forgotten suicides as well as the bones of the future suicidal men... Bones of the men she fornicated with but were replaced by chaddier chads, their bones only being a fuzzy memory in her Body Count Ossuary... Bones of the apex predator chad who mogged all other men she laid with, his bones still attached to his living flesh as he bangs his fists against his chest in a violent display of dominance and genetic superiority... and the bones of her future betabux cuck who will raise the bastards to his own disgrace as she and every man she fucked before him stomp and dance upon the bones of the betabux cuck's ancestors as his genetic legacy dies... being just as dead as the countless suicides he believes he is better than... A female to me is nothing but a smoldering pile of bones and dying flesh with a few living alpha males battling on top of the death pile.
Her perfume no longer smells lovely to me, it cannot mask the stench of the decomposing fallen men crushed beneath the blood soaked hooves of the wild boar of gynocentrism. The smell is nauseating and I avoid it swiftly. I do not make eye contact because her eyes are not only dead due to the stare of a thousand cocks, but a grin reminder of the death of all non chad men. When she speaks, there is no soft and gentle voice, nor is there a sense of sensuality... I hear only the growls and barks of a rabid, wild wolves as they pick apart the flesh of the weak and defenseless.
There is nothing pleasant about the sight of her for me, her being near me is simply a manifestation of death and decay taunting and mocking me as try to avoid even looking in her direction. Her very presence causes my heart to feel as if it's falling into a cold, dark bottomless pit... followed closely behind by my mangled body. As I fall, my heart is drowned in a pitch black goo that suffocates it and consumes it. My body feels as if it is being showered in an ice cold black rain of death. Everything about my existence is shrouded in death and pain, every thought in my mind is a reminder of death. Death itself eventually looks more pleasant that whatever this is, perhaps finally dying is how one can finally live."
If anyone else experiences actual visions of dying and decayed male corpses and bones when they see fenasites in person, please comment below.
