flikky

Anyway, I don't think dating apps are the way to go if you're actively looking for a femcel (which i'm sure you're looking for a "normal" neurotypical ass woman that looks like an instagram baddie).

Bitch, please. You have no reason to assume that about me.

My country has less than five major supermarket chains.

There used to be a hundred. Now there's less than five.

They operate and communicate on the level of government agencies, but they're 100% private. They own a fuck ton of real estate, theirs are the only grocery stores accessible, they raise prices for no fucking reason and we can't do anything about it.

And before some libtard tells me to support small businesses – no thanks. Kill yourself, please.

Sorry, I don't want to go to some stinky fucking mom-and-pop shop and buy moldy, $18 oranges from some snarky, petty-bourgeois, weekend entrepeneur. I like my food fresh and accessible, my stores state-run, and my grocery money stashed in state coffers.

This isn't 1953. We have the technology to do this.

But some bitchless, snivelling, cucked social democrat will come along and tell me that it would be immoral to nationalize the supermarkets, seize their assets and expropriate their property.

No, therapy isn't going to “cure” me of my inceldom. I'm still subject to gender norms and a variety of ubiquitous, obtrusive social pressures. Until they’ve been structurally erased, I will remain in a perpetual state of agonizing neurosis.

There's always a remarkable love song I can't keep myself from listening to. There's always a happy couple with the brass neck to stroll past me on my afternoon walk. Theres always an insufferable acquaintance boasting about his new girlfriend. There's always an uncle pestering me about my love life. It pervades my mind. It's in the music, it's in the literature, it's in the art, and my heart is a porcelain vase in a firestorm.

You wouldn't tell a person with gender dysphoria to just “get over it” - because, hey, gender is arbitrary! And that means you're a silly little retard if you let it get to your head! That's what a radfem would say.

It looks as though @former-incel is still jerking himself off. So thats fun.

No.

You can’t. Unless you manage to keep her 99,9% incognizant of purity culture and gender norms, which simply isn’t possible.

That woman is still subject to social influences far greater than the combined magnitude of ideas she internalizes listening to her parents converse over dinner.

Women become hypergamous by socializing with others. It’s a subtle process.

I’m more than willing to admit that certain groups of women are less hypergamous than others. Of course they are. And that’s, by in large, due to differences in parenting.

Conservative women are undeniably the most hypergamous. They’re more anxious about the way they’re perceived in relation to their femininity, so it would make sense that they would be pickier. They would also be less ashamed to dismiss a guy solely for being brown and autistic, because of, y’know, bigotry.

A woman who’s socially progressive will be less bigoted, and so she might be more likely to tolerate men of different ethnicities, economic backgrounds, disabilities or sexual histories.

The reason we distinguish between cisgender and transgender women is because twelve years of childhood socialization invariably leaves an enormous imprint on a person’s behavior.

98,9% of the differences between men and women are consequences of social conditioning. Radfems and fascists struggle with this notion, but it’s a fact. The physical differences between us aren’t as significant as we think, although that’s easy to miss when you’re dealing with discrepancies of clothing, intonations, vocabulary, hairstyles, personal interests, perfumes, emotional maturity, makeup, and various other tenets of gender.

Women are taught to be hypergamous from a young age. Men aren’t. That’s all there is to it, really.

It’s not just a matter of traditional parenting. Society tells young girls that they’re permanent members of the sought-after sex. That they’re meant to be complacent, that a man is supposed to pursue them and that it’s improper for them to act as pursuers. That a man is meant to earn the right to her mind and body by the sweat of his brow. That her vagina spoils a little every time a new man touches it. And, y’know, that sort of stuff.

Much of that is completely subconscious. Like, the vast, vast, vast majority of it.

I’m not expecting a lot of followers, truth be told. Every incel I’ve met has been a bioessentialist nutjob. Therefore, they’re usually of the opinion that there are substantial biological differences between white and brown people. That’s just part of being a fashie degenerate.

But, no, I’m not a troll. And you’d be correct to call me a liberal incel.

Uhm, no I wouldn't?

I hate women right now, sure. Doesn't mean I'd hate them if I had a girlfriend. Doesn't mean I've always hated them. I've been quite fond of them when they've treated me like anything other than filth, and I have enough character not to let my loneliness corrupt my political convictions.

You clearly don't know much about sexually frustrated adolescents. I've been writing like this since I was eighteen. Most of the girls who have interacted with my work thus far have understood that my misogyny differs from the conventional form. It's not so much hate as it is depraved reverence.

“Women seem wicked, when you're unwanted. Streets are uneven, when you're down.”

If you seriously think I'd be this bitter and resentful if I had a girl to cuddle every morning, you're in severe denial.

Femcels aren't real.

Well, you know what they say – there's more to life than sex.

There's ketamine, there's alcohol, there's light drizzle, there's snowfall, there's sunsets, there's peanut butter, there's music, there's poetry, there's friendship, among other things.

Holy shit, these are levels of bitterness and malice not even I could see myself descending into.

At least it would've been a little more sophisticated if they were bitching and moaning about some medical procedure or trivial piece of legislation. But, no, this nasty cunt is frothing at the mouth because a random person is uncomfortable with the terms and social expectations imposed on them by a patriarchal society.

Never mind, it's 🎀 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒽🍬𝒷𝒾𝒶 🎀 , because it's a cishet foid spewing it.

A person like this couldn't possibly have friends. Imagine storing this much rage in your heart.

Like, what if you did this with names? And don't tell me there's a difference, because there fucking isn't. A gender is just a name we give to people based on the approximate shape of their stinky genitalia.

A person doesn't want to be called Christopher, even though you think they really, really, really look like a Christopher. And then you start barking at them because they won't let you call them that.