Dyke-in-recovery - The Real Mirage Was My Sexuality This Whole Time

It feels too good to want to ever stop 🤍

I keep telling people im literally brainwashing them and they seem shocked that I'm actually doing it

But they never tell me to stop ^_^

It'll always happen the same way - a bitch will call herself a proud feminist until some loud, misogynist Man gets tired of her speaking and decides to show her why she's inferior and before you know it, the cunt who called herself a feminist is now the one who's crawling up to whatever Man degrades her the most so she can lick his asshole, suck on his balls, and drink his piss and cum right from the cock that made her a drooling sexdoll.

i am a straight girl 🤍 dykes arent real 🤍 its okay to be straight 🤍

i am a straight girl 🤍 dykes arent real 🤍 its okay to be straight 🤍

i am a straight girl 🤍 dykes arent real 🤍 its okay to be straight 🤍

i am a straight girl 🤍 dykes arent real 🤍 its okay to be straight 🤍

Bri Torres

Silly, confused little feminists just don't get it

Writing boring 200 page books about the origins of the patriarchy and sexual hierarchy or the dialectic of sex or whatever - all so they can avoid acknowledging the most basic, obvious, straightforward explanation:

Men are in charge, because they're just better.

women aren't, because they're dumber and weaker.

Feminism is dead. Over. a silly experiment. A footnote in history.

A pie-in-the-sky dream that foolishly tried to defeat real, measurable, unstoppable power.

Men won.

feminism lost.

Lucky for you, losing to Men is what being a woman is all about.

Go ahead. Enjoy it. Spread your pretty, soft little legs and show your gratitude. Good girl.

I'm a feminist but crave deeply for my mind to be broken in. Like, don't just rape my body, rape my mind too. Everything that I do or enjoy is tainted by your presence. Of course, if you knock me up with your child, it becomes impossible for me to ever escape you. Every day as my belly swells, my brain fogs and grows ever independent on you. It's terrifying but it'd be so hot to do it to me.

There's a fun little hermeneutic I use for asks like these: whenever they start with "I'm a feminist, but I...", I mentally replace it with "I'm a feminist, so I..."

It always elucidates things. It always shows me why the little whore confessing her deepest shame to me is so desperately wet.

What do you think feminism is about, girl? It's about female liberation from male power. It's about examining structures of male power. It's about understanding how every society has always been, and still is, shaped by male power over women.

No wonder you crave having a man rape your body and mind, when you're constantly reminded how fragile and temporary the idea of your independence is. When all your feminist heroes are most remarkable for being rare exceptions: the few women in history who weren't just babymakers dependent on their men.

It's easier to put a feminist in her place, because she knows exactly what her place is - she's studied it, with a potent mix of fascination and anxiety. All it takes is a firm hand and a bare cock to give her the destiny she's always feared.

Quick trigger warning ⚠

Picture this, you're talking with some of your girl friends and a single guy about all things feminism. About how women are so undervalued and independent and don't get treated as well as they should. When suddenly, your male friend seems a bit... Annoyed. After the talk when you two are alone you ask him why that was, and, before you can even do anything about it, he shoves you against the wall. He rips off your clothes and rapes you as hard as he can. You feel so disgusted, so violated and hurt. But he just feels so good.. Every thrust into you drains out any thoughts of resisting him. He's so rough with you but you don't care, you're too horny to care. All you care about is the cock violating you, and the man behind it. Once he's done, he leaves you there, so weak you're just sitting against the wall, his cum leaking out of you. You could tell your friends, you could call the police.. But you don't want to. You're already wanting it again, you're smiling at the thought. Over the next few months you'd dress sluttier around him, hoping he does it again. You'd send him pictures showing off. You'd go out of your way to run little errands for him. And each time you'd pleased him enough he'd fuck even more of the feminism out of your mind. He'd replace it with thoughts of submission, and service. Thoughts of being a slutty housewife, cooking and cleaning for him. Thoughts of how stupid you were for ever thinking you were equal to him, or that you weren't treated well. Eventually, all that would become reality. You'd live with him as a full-time housewife, doing whatever he wants. He wants food? You'd cook it and suck him off while he eats. Cleaning? You'd do it naked, with cameras all through the house to watch if he's ever gone. And you're happy with all of it. Anything for your Master... Eventually your old, feminist friends would try to "help fix you", but you'd tell them they were wrong for denying their true roles. They're simply denying the truth, like you once did, until a man was kind enough to show you the truth. You don't speak with them anymore, but you hope they're one day enlightened by the truth. But you quickly forget about them, as now your one and only focus, is your rapist husband, your master, forever~

DH®️

Feminism appreciation post 😇🤭