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Singing he hit me and it felt like a kiss with full chest knowing that I will cut off my man’s cock if he ever has the balls to hit me

Discovering Lana Del Rey at a young age was like unlocking a level of melancholy I wasn’t emotionally qualified for yet

Some people have a face that asks to be beaten

hi can I break down in ur arms so u can stroke my hair and kiss my tears away.. no???? K

I just 😢 don’t belong here

My whole life it was just me trying to get better

The thing that frustrates me most about the male gaze isn’t that men exist, or that attraction exists, or even that sexuality exists. It’s the way an entire culture can become so saturated with one perspective that people stop noticing it’s a perspective at all. The male gaze isn’t just about cameras lingering on women’s bodies in movies. It’s about whose eyes are treated as the default eyes. It’s about who gets to be the subject and who gets turned into the object. What makes the theory so powerful is that it reveals something many people feel before they can articulate it. You watch a film, scroll through social media, look at advertising, and you start noticing a pattern. Women are constantly being looked at. Evaluated. Arranged. Framed. Even when they’re supposedly the protagonists, the audience is often invited to experience them as spectacles rather than as full human beings. Their value becomes tangled with their visibility. And then people act like feminists are overreacting when they point this outBut imagine spending your entire life absorbing messages that teach you to monitor yourself from the outside. To ask not “What do I think?” but “How do I look?” Not “What do I want?” but “How am I being perceived?” That’s not a trivial experience. That’s a profound psychological shift. It encourages self-surveillance. It teaches women to split themselves into observer and observed. The most insidious part is that it becomes internalized. The male gaze doesn’t need a man physically standing in the room. Women learn to anticipate judgment before it even arrives. They learn to view themselves through imagined eyes. They learn that beauty is social currency and that visibility often comes before personhood. And then when feminists criticize this system, people respond with, “Well, women choose to dress up,” or “Women enjoy being attractive.” That’s missing the point entirely. The male gaze theory was never an argument that women are passive robots incapable of making choices. It’s an argument about the social environment in which those choices are made. Choices don’t emerge from a vacuum. They’re shaped by incentives, expectations, rewards, and pressures. What’s especially exhausting is how often discussions about the male gaze get reduced to individual men. The theory is about structures, not villains. It’s about a cultural framework that influences art, media, beauty standards, and social interactions. Yet the conversation repeatedly gets derailed into defensiveness: “Not all men.” Of course not all men. The point is that a system can exist even when individuals don’t consciously uphold it. And honestly, one of the strongest proofs that the male gaze is real is how uncomfortable some people become when women create art that centers women’s own perspectives. Suddenly the standards change. Suddenly female desire, female subjectivity, and female interiority are treated as niche topics rather than universal human experiences. We are so accustomed to seeing the world filtered through male-centered assumptions that alternatives can feel disruptive. At its core, the male gaze theory asks a deceptively simple question: who gets to be fully human? Who gets complexity, agency, flaws, ambitions, and inner lives? And who gets flattened into an image? That’s why the conversation matters. It’s not about banning beauty or policing attraction. It’s about expanding the range of human representation. It’s about making room for women to exist as subjects of their own stories rather than decorative elements in someone else’s. Because feminism isn’t demanding that women never be looked at. It’s demanding that women be seen.

Somebody off me pls

So close to mukbang my entire medicine cabinet