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SlayerSlayer
The Satoru Iwata of incels.is
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The initial instinct isn't love. It's pure hatred. An adrenaline rush in the worst sort of way. I feel incredibly tense and anxious. Angry at them. Angry at their "preferences." I look at them like how I look at a mirror and it disgusts me. But it's worse than a real mirror. It's more like an interdimensional portal mirror that reflects your soulmate back at you. Something Maleficient would have. And it's a one way thing obviously. A confrontation of self-reflection I can't even achieve when I look at a real mirror. I am numb to myself, the flaws of my body, the years wasted, yet when I look at a woman like that I see what could have been and it makes me panic beyond belief.
This isn't for just any kind of woman, but specifically a unicorn type woman that is my looksmatch, that seems intelligent, aggreable, curious, and introspective. I HATE THEM the most. More than total bimbo whores, cunts, and dykes.
This isn't for just any kind of woman, but specifically a unicorn type woman that is my looksmatch, that seems intelligent, aggreable, curious, and introspective. I HATE THEM the most. More than total bimbo whores, cunts, and dykes.