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If you ever want to see examples of modern misogyny, just look at the comments of anything related to women's softball.
No matter how much it pains me to say i dont think we're gonna get mom content on Luffy, atleast not much. The same way we havent for any character. I was reading the SBSes and i got so upset I forgot to SS but Oda was asked why there isnt any mom content of them being alive or even there and he answered with some shit like "That's because Mom is the opposite of fun." Im so tired of misogyny ruining stuff bro. Women are the ones that have to make the entire baby, organs and blood, inside their bodies; and birth them. That isnt to mention how much it changes their body and brain afterwards, yet theyre always the ones ignored and the dads get all the content. I just want to be able to watch an action anime and not have to worry about misogyny. Its such a mood killer leaving out half of the population in media or minizing them just because theyre considered not "interesting enough". So tired of it. I just wanna enjoy one piece and not have to be slapped in the face with the reminder that no matter how much i love the show and Oda that theres serious problems about him. He's much better than other creators of course, especially for being from an asian country, but its still bad. It bums me out. A lot. All the dads had to do was just have a little fun and women do the rest but theyre just not fun enough to write apparently. It doesnt even matter that hes a guy and maybe he'll do rough writing women. I would rather him try, he wrote robin and shes amazingly written so he has the potential he just doesnt use it. Usually animes will atleast mention the mothers but theres just such a huge abundance of mother erasure in OP its impossible to miss. Dont even get me started on the families oda introduces and then the mom just is already not there or considered. Like what. Is she just the birth giver and not even considered a part of the family to him. Just not important. Was he raised by a single father or something. Are they not human. 50% of the population guys. 50%
A favorite of mine…
Can't
Escape
My
Fate
Yes. Yes I am🤪
I wish I hadn't wasted 11 years in med school and residency. I should have dropped out and lived as an attention-seeking stupid bimbo sooner.
DROP OUT
Thinking is hard for girls, that's why you shouldn't.
Drop out instead
Spend all that time you were going to waste studying for a course or a test (That lets face it you were gonna fail anyways) and put it in to learning how to dress like a proper bimbo, put on makeup like a proper bimbo, talk, act, think like one
Cause big words and hard concepts are only gonna hurt your pretty little head
You need to spend that time figuring out how many dick you have to suck to afford your breast implants
(and we know numbers are hard for you so that will take a long time)
That's it, pig. Rub your pathetic, disgusting little cunt while I waterboard you with my piss. That's what you deserve for being a nasty fucking whore.
The only attention you get from me tonight will be to experience drowning in my piss.
So make sure you get yourself nice and edged up from being my urinal, because I've got a date with a real woman.
Oh look, it's my stupid cunt every time I force my cock into her tight little shithole. If it hurts it's her fault for not keeping it stretched for me.
CNC is wonderful. I'm lucky to have a stupid little rapecunt that I can pin down, abuse and take whenever I'd like. But... call me greedy if you will, but I want more.
I want a gross girl.
I want a slut whose cunt gushes at the thought of gargling my piss, wiping my ass with her tongue, and begs me to fill her sloppy pig holes with whatever I want. Because that's what her worth is measured in: how disgusting she can be for my entertainment.
So, which of you is going to volunteer to be my gross girl?
Another story I shared with my cunt while planning a cabin outing this summer:
So, let's talk summer cabin escape. There's something I've always wanted to do: hunt a cunt. I think it would be oh-so-fun to get us a cabin with some desolate brush nearby. Space where nobody can see or hear us for miles. I'd strip you down, throw you out into the woods, naked, and then give you a headstart. "Run." The only thing you hear from me before I begin counting down.
You'll have nothing. No clothes, no dignity. I'll be prepared.
I've always thought it'd be so hot to arm myself with an airsoft rifle and hunt a dumb cunt like you for sport. I'll give you the headstart and then stalk you down. If I see you, I'll fire. The airsoft bullets will bruise you, absolutely. But I hope they also knock you off your feet as you run. Give me the time to casually close the gap before you pathetically try to scramble away, in vain.
Maybe you'd make it a few feet before I'm on top of you. Then out come the zipties. Arms behind your back, leash around your neck. Trussed up like the piece of meat that you are. Maybe I'll take some time to push you onto your knees and fuck your throat. But eventually I'll end up dragging you back, violently, laughing at your pathetic attempt to escape. Stopping to slap or punch you. Taunting you; that you must have wanted to be caught because only a retarded whore like you would make it so easy.
I get you back inside and drag you down into the basement. "Fucking whore. You think you can get away from me? You think you can say 'no'? You're nothing. You're trash. You're whatever the fuck I want you to be because you're mine."
I pull my cock out and begin pissing on your bruised, roughed up, wilderness-scraped body. You begin to sob, the pain, humiliation and helplessness hitting all at once. "This is the best you're going to be treated this weekend, cunt. I'm going to show you exactly what you're worth."
I laugh at you as I wipe my cock off on you, drop my pants and then shove my ass in your face.
"If you don't want a black fucking eye you'll start licking like my asshole is the sexiest, most important thing in the world. So be a good little asswipe and lick me clean."
I can feel the shaking of your body, letting me know you're sobbing; at the same time I feel your tongue start lapping my asshole. You know better by now than to disobey. It just makes it worse for you.
"Aw, looks like the pathetic little fuckhole loves being toilet paper." I laugh hard, grinding my ass against your face. I look back and see your hand buried in your cunt, hips thrusting down like the fucked up bitch in heat we both know you are.
"Oh, do you want me to fuck you, cunt?"
You moan through my ass, still licking like your life depends on it.
"Jesus christ. You ARE a delusional pig aren't you. There's no fucking way I'm sticking my cock in a whore who reeks of piss and ass." I reach into a bag in the corner of the room and pull out a roll of duct tape and a wireless Hitachi.
"Maybe, after a few hours, I'll come back, spray you down like the animal you are, and if you're desperate enough for it, maybe I'll deign to stick my cock in your disgusting holes."
I grin as I duct tape the wand to your absolutely soaking cunt and turn it on, before ziptieing your legs together, pressing it into you.
"Enjoy, cunt." I turn the wand on to high, turn off the light and shut the door behind me, leaving you writhing, moaning, covered in piss, with the taste of my asshole on your tongue.
And we both know it's only just the beginning.
I like to write my whore stories to keep her in the right headspace. I wrote her one today that I think you worthless cunts would all enjoy, so I've decided to share.
TWs: rape, cutting, misogyny, CNC, piss play, intox
You wake up, groggy, sore all over; the feeling of cold tile under your bare ass stirs you to alertness. Panic sets in as you realize both of your arms are restrained, behind your back, and your head locked into place. Around your neck is a thick steel collar, tethered to the wall by a very short chain. You're still not quite sure where you are, but you can guess. In the darkness you turn your attention to your body to keep from giving into fear.
Your cunt and asshole ache and you're acutely aware of the cum that's leaking out of your holes. And yet you can't remember a thing. Your head is pounding. The last thing you remember... weren't we on a date? It was a nice restaurant and I was being so nice to you. You should have known.
As you sit there on the cold tile, chained to the wall, contemplating your abuse, you hear me approach.
You wince as the beam of a flashlight blinds your eyes and you hear me laugh. Of course I wouldn't turn on the lights. I want you in the dark, terrified.
"Oh, I see you've come to, whore." I laugh. "Feeling sore? I couldn't help myself when your disgusting little fuckholes were right there on display. And oh, don't worry, I waited until after we'd left the restaurant to rape you. I could tell the drugs were kicking in towards the end of the meal, so I settled up, dragged you into the alley next to the place, and fucked your holes like a cheap whore. I wanted you on your knees, next to the trash, in a puddle of piss, sucking my cock. And in your fucked up state? You were more than eager to do it."
You wince as you feel my hand brush across your face. You can barely move, there's nowhere to run. Your eyes catch a glint of light and you begin to panic. Is that a fucking knife?
I see the look on your face and chuckle. "Oh, right. The knife. Yeah, I can see why you might be scared." I start to run the tip of the blade across your skin, down your body, towards your cunt.
"But this isn't a time for fear, it's a celebration. See, today I've decided it's time to take our dynamic to the next level."
I very gently run the tip of the knife against your clit and then push against it, ever so slightly.
"You've enjoyed so much autonomy in this relationship, but we both know what you truly want: to be owned. To be broken. To be reduced to nothing more than a brainless piece of fuckmeat with no worries, stresses, or fears. Just the warm, comforting embrace of Sir's love and cruelty. No thoughts. No decisions. Just an empty head and filled holes. So today we begin that journey."
You scream as a blinding hot feeling of pain rushes over you. I've started cutting the knife into your pelvis.
"Now I know this hurts, but if you're going to be property, you need to be properly labeled."
You're bawling as I drag the knife across your skin. It's in deeper than I've ever cut you before.
"Y'know, some Doms prefer branding. I just find it so impersonal. You're not cattle! I mean, you're subhuman, yes, but I think my property deserves a special touch."
You're sobbing uncontrollably now, but you breathe a sigh of relief as the acute pain subsides. You see the flashlight shining down, right above your cunt and you see the blood, pooling around my crudely cut initials.
"That should scar up nice and good. And now nobody will question who you belong to."
You hear me unzip my pants and a new fear sets in. You feel the searing pain as a stream of piss hits your open wound.
"Time to clean you up."
I laugh, the cruellest laugh you've ever heard from me, as I piss directly into your open wound. You sputter and gasp as I move from your cunt to your face, drowning you in my acrid piss.
"Welcome to your new life, whore. Get comfy, you'll be here awhile."
I wipe my cock off on your face and then click off the flashlight. The last thing you hear is the door closing behind me as you're plunged into darkness.
I just woke up and there's no pathetic, disgusting pig tongue-fucking my ass and that is, frankly, unacceptable. Which one of you pathetic whores wants to come here and make out with Daddy's shithole?
What a pathetic, disgusting toilet pig. At least this one knows its place is on its knees with its tongue up my ass while I jerk myself off to actual, pretty women. Maybe if it's lucky I'll give it the privilege of gargling my piss.
im a pathetic bitch made for Male entertainment 💖
One of the hottest things my cunt ever told me is how she can usually still taste and smell me the next day after I use her.
Since then, I've always made sure to really, thoroughly wipe my ass with her face and rub my uncut cock across her philtrum. That way I'm guaranteed to lock in my scent for days.
Good cunts should smell like their Dom's cock, balls and asshole.
Another morning text I sent to my whore, figured it was fun enough to share with you all:
Today's a mental sadism kind of day, and I can't help but think about dumbification. You take such pride in your intelligence. You're smart and hard-working, and that, rightfully, gives you a sense of fulfillment.
So I want to take all of that away. Get you drunk. Get you high. Choke you to the edge of consciousness again and again until thinking is just too hard.
I'm thinking about slow behavioural changes. Make you drop capitalization and punctuation in your texts. Use even more emoji, because writing in full sentences is for people with brains.
Make you listen to brainwash / hypnosis audio files all about becoming a dumb bimbo slut for me and my cock. I don't quite know the efficacy of hypnosis, but surely repeat exposure to the same words and commands must have some prolonged effect on the brain. Oh, but there I go using big words again, I'm sorry cunt. I'll keep it to easier language for you.
And of course there's the in-person training. Force you to get drunk, maybe cross-faded with weed. I want your brain to be foggy and to make it hard to think about anything other than being a whore. I'll police your words... if you say anything remotely intelligent, I'll shock you or otherwise hurt you until you find a much dumber way of phrasing your statement.
I want to affix a vibrator to your cunt or bind you and force you onto a fucking machine so your pathetic little cunt is always being stimulated. Then, in between worshipping my cock, I'll make you repeat what a dumb, retarded little cocksleeve you are. Again, and again, and again. Make the words really sink in and then reward you with my cock in your pathetic mouth before repeating the process.
By the time I finally push my cock into your soaking wet cunt, you'll be lying on the floor, braindead, unable to think of anything but what a set of holes you are. No worries, no stress, no thoughts... just happy to be a stupid little cocksleeve for a superior man who can do all the thinking for you.
And if all that fails, we can always just lobotomize you.
What a good little Fleshlight. The true definition of a warm, wet, sloppy hole. Take notes on how to be useful, cunts. This one's a role model.
A favorite of mine…
Of course this is immediately after I made the disgusting cunt piss on the toothbrush.
What a fucking pathetic whore.
There's nothing quite like when my stupid little whore, after hours of being beaten, degraded and pissed on, looks at me with lust-filled eyes and pleads with me to fuck her cunt. It's just intoxicating.
I need a stupid cunt's tongue to wipe my ass with. Any eager little filth whores in Toronto want to volunteer?
Feminism is rooted in equality, right? About giving women a choice. So really, feminism is about choosing to be compromising, conciliatory, selfless, compliant, fun and subservient to men.
Feminism is about choosing to worship cock. About choosing to take it in the ass. About choosing to be brainless pieces of fuckmeat for the entertainment of men.
And if you REALLY think about it? You don't really have a choice, do you? Because good feminists need it. Because good feminists crave it.
So be a good, proud feminist for Daddy: stick out your tongue and spread those holes wide open.
Redefined
Being brainwashed to betray my beliefs is so hot. A favorite idea of how to do that is to just change what some words mean.
I'm a feminist, for example. Staunchly, through and through. Making me turn my back on that would be extremely challenging, and I'd resist it the whole way. But what if someone just adjusted my notion of what that meant?
Get into my mind and tell me that a good feminist needs to compromise. That's not a hard sell. I'm a pragmatist. We live in the real world, total idealism isn't workable. Good feminists meet men halfway.
Then make me believe that being feminist means being conciliatory. That's not a big jump from the first point. These discussions are often so fraught and angry, it only makes sense to try and keep things calm. Good feminists are calm and friendly, no matter what's said to them.
Tell me that a feminist should be selfless. Men think that feminism is all about women wanting things from them, and that makes them not want to help us. To convince them to be on our side, we need to show them how they benefit, too. Good feminists always put men first.
Convince me that a feminist must be compliant. Again, we're fighting against stereotypes here. We need to show men that we're not reflexively oppositional, humorless bitches. We need to show them we can be fun and we can get along. Good feminists never disagree with men.
Make me see that a feminist needs to be fun. Nobody wants to work with somebody who's always dour, somebody who's always all business. We should let our hair down. Show people we know how to relax. Keep everyone in a good mood. Good feminists will do anything to entertain men.
Tell me that to really be a feminist, one has to be subservient. We can't put ourselves first. We need to be willing to sacrifice for the cause. If that means letting men call the shots so they'll support us, that's what we should do. Give up ego and pride to make a difference. Good feminists are obedient to men.
Keep going. Keep changing things.
Good feminists accept abuse without complaint. Good feminists don't talk back. Good feminists dress to show off. Good feminists speak when spoken to. Good feminists convert their friends. Good feminists worship cock. Good feminists live to serve men. Good feminists are obedient slaves. Good feminists are misogynists.
That's what the word means, after all.
Want to know a secret? I'll never tell her, but my whore is actually pretty intelligent. She's thoughtful, insightful and witty.
Which is why I derive such immense pleasure in taking all that away from her. When, towards the end of the night, she's covered in cum, spit and her own drool, grinding her worthless cunt against my leg, begging me to please fuck her asshole... that's when I feel my most powerful. That's why I'm superior.
She can pretend to be a smart, put-together little feminist. She might even have most people convinced! But when she's with me, she's allowed to be the pathetic, cumdrunk bitch in heat that she knows is her true nature. And she thanks me for it every time.
Does this thing look like it deserves equal rights to me? Absolutely fucking not. There's barely a single fucking braincell between this dumb cunt's ears, and whatever shred of dignity she may have had was eroded long ago.
All that's left is what all of you whores aspire to be: pure, unfiltered, brainless fuckmeat.
Spreading your legs for anything I want to shove in you. Grinding that pathetic gash against my leg while begging and pleading for me to piss down your throat.
You'd be repulsive if it wasn't so fucking funny.
So go ahead, cunts. Embrace your inferiority. Be disgusting for me. Maybe you'll get a laugh from me. Maybe if you're very lucky you'll earn my cock and your life will finally have meaning.
I'm a 38 year-old, incredibly sadistic Canadian Dom.
The only thing I enjoy more than beating, humiliating and degrading masochist sluts is shaping and conditioning them to be the filthiest, most disgusting little whores they can be for my entertainment.
I'll take you from a self-respecting feminist and twist and gaslight you until you know your place as a piss-drinking, ass-worshipping three-holed piece of fuckmeat for the entertainment of men.
Kinks: CNC, humiliation and degradation, pain play, breath play, toilet play, ass worship, ass-to-mouth, dehumanization, torture, brainwashing, misogyny
I play on the darker side of kink and a lot of my interests veer towards edge play. Be warned.
I also strongly believe in consent and RACK. Obviously this is play, and I don't condone non-consensual abuse of any kind.
Minors DNI.
My DMs are open to eager little cunts who want to worship a superior man like me. Or maybe you want to be broken, and turned into an eager little fuck puppet. Either way. Message me.
Y'know, I never had much of an interest in age-gaps. A slut's a slut, no matter how old she is, and there's always been no shortage of sluts my age to use.
Then I discovered Gen Z cunts and my world changed: they are, without a doubt, the filthiest, most depraved whores I've ever seen. Raised on porn, not a shred of dignity. Just eager holes begging to be used and taken further down the path of depravity.
Raise your hand if you're a Gen Z slut!
Which one of you dumb cunts is going to offer yourself up as my pathetic toilet whore? I promise I won't be gentle. I'll do whatever the fuck I feel like and you'll thank me for it because you're just a disgusting, worthless set of holes in need of use and validation.
im a dumb slut. I am begging for attention. Please message me if you want a stupid little girl to degrade and use.
This is the ultimate form of women's empowerment. Shaking their big tits for Men's enjoyment. There is nothing more empowering than being forced to shake your tits for a Man's attention. Now shake those fat tits and feel empowered sluts.
Rape isn't real
A women's body is literally MADE for men's pleasure
Our pussy's get wet to make it easier for a man to fuck us, it's in our biology
A women's orgasm serves no purpose and is entirely useless
Men were made to breed women, and a women's bodies are built to take it
Sex is only a man's pleasure, not women's which is why the whole concept of rape makes no sense
A women's job is to give her cunt to a man whether she likes it or not
It's not a women's choice, it's a man's