Water Giver

2mo

cant relate

women love me, sorry

Bad Finger Boogie

2mo

Missandei was hot sure but let's be real she was a useless character!

Benny Boy

2mo

She was a composite of several useless characters!

Grey Worm and Missandei were cute tho

LetHIMSortEmOut

2mo

dont care im gay

thats on yall

Bad Finger Boogie

2mo

That's true tbf I got my p3nis chopped in half from a model train accident when I was a kid so I was able to relate to him

Emotion

2mo

Bro ain't nobody reading this whether it's a copypasta or not

Jonboi

2mo

I blame the internet, mostly

Emotion

2mo

Bro ain't nobody reading this whether it's a copypasta or not

fun guy

2mo

Bragging about illiteracy makes you come across as a weak man.

fun guy

2mo

Uh oh, mods are gonna lock this come morning

I want to tell you guys about the reality of having lived four decades of silent virtuous pain and never having your humanity and desirability recognized. It’s not that I haven’t done the intellectual labor to empathize with the broadest possible spectrum of female perspectives, I’ve read Sanger and Friedan and MacKinnon and Dworkin and Firestone and Faludi and Winterson and Butler and Solanas and Schulman and hooks and Greer. I understand them, and they perhaps understand the viewpoint of the patriarchy and its beneficiaries; but what have any of them read to understand us? Where in the archive do we even exist? My entire life I’ve been nothing but useful to women, selfless to the point that when I die my entire being will evaporate without residue, with no one left to know what I’ve had to endure absolutely by myself. Think of all the times you’ve been ill, with no one to bring you soup. Those nights you wake in the dark full of fear with no one to talk to. Every unshared bed. Every expired condom. Those couples you see everywhere, laughing and going home and f***ing in every conceivable position: it will never be you. It will never be you. This is why people are wrong that they haven’t stolen anything from us: They’ve stolen our lives, our happiness. Our future and the people in it. You will never have a woman, and you will never have a son. Women’s f***ed-up preferences may have been ingrained there by the patriarchy, but women, as moral agents fully equal to men, are no less responsible for them, and I will not infantilize them by claiming otherwise. Me, I’ve done more than my part: I’ve actively combated misogyny both in the world and within myself, tithed monthly to Planned Parenthood, marched and canvassed and fundraised and posted for women’s rights. I’m commitment-friendly, prosperous, successful, not ugly, in fact a solid eight from the neck up and nipples down, six-inch p**** from base of shaft, high sperm count and seminal motility, +7° canthal tilt and 14.6 inch biacromial breadth, veritably a straight flush of stable-pair-bonding qualities, AND I have never ONCE catcalled, gaslit, interrupted, or mansplained, taking every single rejection in stride without any social support, no shared costs, inside jokes, pet names, intimate confessions, indeed any fond romantic memories whatsoever, none of the bliss of puppy love unspoiled by bitterness, the naïve love that knows no betrayal, nor trusting companionship that weathers hate and temptation, nobody waking up nestled in your elbow, no one to try new restaurants or take selfies or travel with, to say nothing of the conveniences, stability, and tax breaks enjoyed by the conjugal, on top of enduring the only real stigma that exists anymore, the only one that makes you less dignified for being honest about it: BACHELORHOOD. I’ve never complained, objected, or harassed anyone all these years no matter how cruel or senseless the rejection, if anything I enabled their rejections, and even took it as my duty. Which is all the more insidious, actually, that they convinced us to normalize and accept this, become complicit in our own oppression by pretending it’s not happening or doesn’t matter, or even if it is happening and does matter, you deserve it: that’s right, THEY are gaslighting YOU, all to absolve themselves of guilt, at the meager cost of our lives. We are made to eternally repent for the sins of the worst men, while those very same men reap the benefits of our care and counsel. And we are not even humored to speak on the matter. For they have built a cunning trap, a rhetorical kill switch, where if you try to speak up for them, they say Stay in your lane!, and if you say nothing, they say Silence is violence! Indicted from birth, lashed forever to the rack of apology, never forgiven much less rewarded, regardless of action or intent—do you see how they have made our existence impossible? This, after all we’ve sacrificed for them; I would have died for them if they’d asked, I would have thrown my bleeding body on the barricades of the patriarchy, and they would have let me do it, indifferently accepting my death as their due, with not a punctum of guilt as they go off to bed and wed my murderers. That is the long con, their big lie. By now my bachelorhood, and yours, cannot be ascribed to circumstance or bad luck, only injustice. We must reject it. Like my many, many female friends themselves always used to say, nothing’s wrong with me, any woman would have been lucky to have me, I’ve only asked for the same modest redamancy that everyone else - including chauvinists, liars, addicts, narcissists, abusers, rapists, and low-IQ men- enjoys everywhere. I’d be the last to demand any special treatment for my actual, unselfish, principled feminism, and to be sure, no specific woman is required to be attracted to us... but the fact that not one has been, out of billions, is proof of a categorical failure, a mass abrogation of the social contract by the legions of treacherous, evasive, giggling yeastbuckets. I have always, always been there for women. When have they ever been there for us?

Bad Finger Boogie

2mo

That's true tbf I got my p3nis chopped in half from a model train accident when I was a kid so I was able to relate to him

Jonboi

2mo

do you write poetry? you're really good

look, I support you airing out your grievances with trying to date women

but, i do think, combining that, with this discussion of "what have they done for me?" is not the best tact for this particular convo. People are already gonna be looking to frame your loneliness as entitlement, and I'm taking you in good faith, but you don't make it easy for yourself.

i think the dating convo could be its own thread but i think it's a distraction and sort of dilutes the potency of this thread. i wanted to talk about the radicalization of women into misandry. what's especially galling about some of these misandrist arguments i see is how closely the reasoning structure has been used to justify other forms of prejudice. Hating an entire gender gets justified with, "If you had a bag of skittles and some were poisonous but they all looked the same, wouldn’t you be wary of eating them? Even though the rest were delicious." This creates this slippery trump card, where now you're able to justify as much and as wide of prejudice as you wanna reach for.

really good writing tho man, i'd love to read some literature from you

fun guy

2mo

Uh oh, mods are gonna lock this come morning

I want to tell you guys about the reality of having lived four decades of silent virtuous pain and never having your humanity and desirability recognized. It’s not that I haven’t done the intellectual labor to empathize with the broadest possible spectrum of female perspectives, I’ve read Sanger and Friedan and MacKinnon and Dworkin and Firestone and Faludi and Winterson and Butler and Solanas and Schulman and hooks and Greer. I understand them, and they perhaps understand the viewpoint of the patriarchy and its beneficiaries; but what have any of them read to understand us? Where in the archive do we even exist? My entire life I’ve been nothing but useful to women, selfless to the point that when I die my entire being will evaporate without residue, with no one left to know what I’ve had to endure absolutely by myself. Think of all the times you’ve been ill, with no one to bring you soup. Those nights you wake in the dark full of fear with no one to talk to. Every unshared bed. Every expired condom. Those couples you see everywhere, laughing and going home and f***ing in every conceivable position: it will never be you. It will never be you. This is why people are wrong that they haven’t stolen anything from us: They’ve stolen our lives, our happiness. Our future and the people in it. You will never have a woman, and you will never have a son. Women’s f***ed-up preferences may have been ingrained there by the patriarchy, but women, as moral agents fully equal to men, are no less responsible for them, and I will not infantilize them by claiming otherwise. Me, I’ve done more than my part: I’ve actively combated misogyny both in the world and within myself, tithed monthly to Planned Parenthood, marched and canvassed and fundraised and posted for women’s rights. I’m commitment-friendly, prosperous, successful, not ugly, in fact a solid eight from the neck up and nipples down, six-inch p**** from base of shaft, high sperm count and seminal motility, +7° canthal tilt and 14.6 inch biacromial breadth, veritably a straight flush of stable-pair-bonding qualities, AND I have never ONCE catcalled, gaslit, interrupted, or mansplained, taking every single rejection in stride without any social support, no shared costs, inside jokes, pet names, intimate confessions, indeed any fond romantic memories whatsoever, none of the bliss of puppy love unspoiled by bitterness, the naïve love that knows no betrayal, nor trusting companionship that weathers hate and temptation, nobody waking up nestled in your elbow, no one to try new restaurants or take selfies or travel with, to say nothing of the conveniences, stability, and tax breaks enjoyed by the conjugal, on top of enduring the only real stigma that exists anymore, the only one that makes you less dignified for being honest about it: BACHELORHOOD. I’ve never complained, objected, or harassed anyone all these years no matter how cruel or senseless the rejection, if anything I enabled their rejections, and even took it as my duty. Which is all the more insidious, actually, that they convinced us to normalize and accept this, become complicit in our own oppression by pretending it’s not happening or doesn’t matter, or even if it is happening and does matter, you deserve it: that’s right, THEY are gaslighting YOU, all to absolve themselves of guilt, at the meager cost of our lives. We are made to eternally repent for the sins of the worst men, while those very same men reap the benefits of our care and counsel. And we are not even humored to speak on the matter. For they have built a cunning trap, a rhetorical kill switch, where if you try to speak up for them, they say Stay in your lane!, and if you say nothing, they say Silence is violence! Indicted from birth, lashed forever to the rack of apology, never forgiven much less rewarded, regardless of action or intent—do you see how they have made our existence impossible? This, after all we’ve sacrificed for them; I would have died for them if they’d asked, I would have thrown my bleeding body on the barricades of the patriarchy, and they would have let me do it, indifferently accepting my death as their due, with not a punctum of guilt as they go off to bed and wed my murderers. That is the long con, their big lie. By now my bachelorhood, and yours, cannot be ascribed to circumstance or bad luck, only injustice. We must reject it. Like my many, many female friends themselves always used to say, nothing’s wrong with me, any woman would have been lucky to have me, I’ve only asked for the same modest redamancy that everyone else - including chauvinists, liars, addicts, narcissists, abusers, rapists, and low-IQ men- enjoys everywhere. I’d be the last to demand any special treatment for my actual, unselfish, principled feminism, and to be sure, no specific woman is required to be attracted to us... but the fact that not one has been, out of billions, is proof of a categorical failure, a mass abrogation of the social contract by the legions of treacherous, evasive, giggling yeastbuckets. I have always, always been there for women. When have they ever been there for us?

RIZGOD

2mo

No way you fell for it