NOT SORRY,
BUT IF YOU ARE SEXUALLY DESIRED THATS AN EMPOWERING THING.
Why do people even fucking care if they are appreciated beyond their own body?? The narcissism and entitlement of foids knows no bounds. If a man were simply appreciated for just his looks, that could fulfill him for the rest of his life-- but for most foids you need to play this gay charade as though we have to pretend there is more to them than just their looks.
Although feminists like to play a rhetorical trick on men, point out-- well how would you feel if it's men that objectify you????
Most men fall into this trap going all autopilot "not gay bro."
Guess what, if fags lust after me, that's not my problem. It's better to lusted after by a buncha fags than ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOBODY-- and it's not gay to say this. It's simply acknowledging your general sense of status within a hierarchy. It always feels better to be on top of a hierarchy, even if it's only fags that admire you.
I JUST WISH WE LIVED IN A SOCIETY WHERE I CAN SAY "HEY SUGAR TITS, NICE RACK"
AND THE BITCH WOULD WINK AT ME AND APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT SHE HAS A NICE RACK
This is the most honest expression of male appreciation for feminine beauty you are gonna get.
Here's what's actually gay though: "your SOUL is as beautiful as your heart."
THATS JUST FUCKING GAY
Because this doesn't fucking matter. Nobody's soul is beautiful. Everyone's soul is a disgusting heap of trash. The soul is in fact, most of the time, the worst part of a human. Because humans are selfish, petty, cruel, dishonest cunts. You know who has a beautiful soul? Furries. Furries are the objectively the kindest most open minded people on Earth, yet they are at the bottom of the social hierarchy at all times, even below incels. When someone is a CUNT, that's their SOUL talking. But we ignore this for some fucking reason, all while you have this objectively beautiful rack right in front of you, and we arent even allowed to acknowledge the sugar of it.
When we talk about the soul, it's a bunch of empty words, but we have to undergo a gay charade because we are so cloistered by absurd meaningless ideas of "appropriateness" and the foid has to feel this absurdist simulacrum of value always relative to the foid hivemind, and never the honest thing-- which is SUGAR TITS.
BUT IF YOU ARE SEXUALLY DESIRED THATS AN EMPOWERING THING.
Why do people even fucking care if they are appreciated beyond their own body?? The narcissism and entitlement of foids knows no bounds. If a man were simply appreciated for just his looks, that could fulfill him for the rest of his life-- but for most foids you need to play this gay charade as though we have to pretend there is more to them than just their looks.
Although feminists like to play a rhetorical trick on men, point out-- well how would you feel if it's men that objectify you????
Most men fall into this trap going all autopilot "not gay bro."
Guess what, if fags lust after me, that's not my problem. It's better to lusted after by a buncha fags than ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOBODY-- and it's not gay to say this. It's simply acknowledging your general sense of status within a hierarchy. It always feels better to be on top of a hierarchy, even if it's only fags that admire you.
I JUST WISH WE LIVED IN A SOCIETY WHERE I CAN SAY "HEY SUGAR TITS, NICE RACK"
AND THE BITCH WOULD WINK AT ME AND APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT SHE HAS A NICE RACK
This is the most honest expression of male appreciation for feminine beauty you are gonna get.
Here's what's actually gay though: "your SOUL is as beautiful as your heart."
THATS JUST FUCKING GAY
Because this doesn't fucking matter. Nobody's soul is beautiful. Everyone's soul is a disgusting heap of trash. The soul is in fact, most of the time, the worst part of a human. Because humans are selfish, petty, cruel, dishonest cunts. You know who has a beautiful soul? Furries. Furries are the objectively the kindest most open minded people on Earth, yet they are at the bottom of the social hierarchy at all times, even below incels. When someone is a CUNT, that's their SOUL talking. But we ignore this for some fucking reason, all while you have this objectively beautiful rack right in front of you, and we arent even allowed to acknowledge the sugar of it.
When we talk about the soul, it's a bunch of empty words, but we have to undergo a gay charade because we are so cloistered by absurd meaningless ideas of "appropriateness" and the foid has to feel this absurdist simulacrum of value always relative to the foid hivemind, and never the honest thing-- which is SUGAR TITS.
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