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He’ll reach out and jiggle my tits in front of his bros, invite them to grope my titties so they can compliment him on what a good fat slut he owns.

He’ll slap my ass every time I turn away from him, no matter where we are. He also likes to twist my nipple painfully when we’re in public situations like the cinema or a quiet bus — to see if he can make me squeal loudly and humiliate myself.

Another joke he likes to pull is to wedgie my pants so I get a cameltoe, and then tickle my pussylips with a finger. “Here’s where I love you, retard,” he said on Valentine’s Day. “This is my girlfriend.” But then again, he always forces a finger in my ass whenever he gets the opportunity, so he must love that girlfriend just as much.

He’ll tell me to pull out my tits most times he sees dare to wear clothes inside our apartment; he’ll slap my face, hard, tell me cows don’t get to cover up in front of their owners. And then he’ll make me jiggle and bounce my tits for a couple minutes, put on a show for him, to make up for my insolence.

Here’s my first official piece of homework for any cunt that follows me.

Tell a man that you like misogyny today. Tell him that actually, it kind of turns you on.

If you can’t find a man in real life to tell this to, then you can settle for a male tumblr user. Just sitting down to type out the words “misogyny turns me on” (preferably to a stranger) will be a healthy thing for you. But…

If you can, telling someone in real life will be more beneficial. I’ve done it before. The guy will most likely be amused even if he’s all for equality.

He’ll start making jokes. The same jokes you hear from Family Guy or other mainstream comedy shows, the things he may not have even realized he payed attention to. The typical stuff like telling you to get him a beer, or don’t you feel uncomfortable when you’re not in the kitchen? It will all be in good fun; he’ll laugh, thinking it’s a kinky (albeit kind of unusual) game. Giggle and joke with him, but do as he says. When you do, he’ll begin to realize that you really don’t want to be an equal. For all intents and purposes, you really do what to be that female stereotype- to serve and make the men around you happy.

It will slowly shift from a game to reality. He’ll realize that deep down, he always wanted a girl to boss around, and here you are. It’s ok for him to be like this, because you already told him you like it.

Soon when he tells you to get him a beer, he won’t be laughing. Playful demands will turn into demands, the pretense of a joke long gone. He’ll start to see you as you want to see yourself, as a bitch suitable for housework and fucking.

Another good step towards obliterating your autonomy. Just like you always wanted.

Once the cunt is broken, tamed and remade to its Owner's specifications, it is renamed. Like the name given to it at birth, it has no choice in what its new name will be... only that Him to thank for it.

its old life is over, after all.