TinyChan

The women in my life have been the gaslighters, refrigerators, psychodynamic destabilisers and shock-tacticians, so severe their presence has been, was so insidious that they've managed to screw me up enough that the belief I am one has been so deeply ingrained as to be unshakable, yet, conversely, I distrust their Ziomatriarch-monopolized complex in solving the problem, they either take the you-will-capitulate-to-radfem-or-else-no-resolution-of-your-issue approach, at best, or they take the as-a-radfem-hiding-behind-trad-con-we-will-abuse-you-even-more-until-you're-just-a-shell, their primitive form of reparation demonstrated in an anecdote from 888chan I still remember, where some likely-Jewish citizen of B'nai B'ritian was laughing at an autist friend of his/her/its (I'm going to assume it was a highly resources Jew privileged enough to be a 'true trans' i.e. worthless-autogynephile-on-the-pisstake chauvinist) for similar feelings and cheering victory when it (for all purposes modern-hypermale has been made a worthless technological-slave and resource-eunuch) was brought back down to accepting its role as a chivalry slave to the worthless amoebic race.

To evade this socially mandated 'responsibility' has no bearing on this 'compunction'/'desire'/'need' - I hate all those terms, they can be twisted by the matriarch however to cry about how all transism, unless in alliance with radfem, is misogynistic; not to mention it casts dubiety on motivations in any case - of mine. As a man I'd have just been a faggot if I was that desperate for sex, even; not particularly, owing to my general distrust of people and my low-to-flat libido. As a matter of fact, during adolescence, I was so paranoid of others being able to figure out intuitively what I was thinking (I came to this realization, though later revealed false as I'd better acquainted myself with psychology, from trying to understand how other kids seemed to manipulate not only me but themselves so well), that I was always peering my head over my shoulder wondering if fucking yob kids, particularly the boys, would end up raping me for expressing signs of latent effeminacy. I'd avoid school bathrooms for this reason on purpose. The matriarch didn't quite come into my considerations yet, but only because I thought I could escape that, and that this feminism garbage was just a fad. It seemed reasonable to me, though, to blame the matriarch (not in that word, but this was the impetus) for the rise of this meta-prison-sexuality trend, where boys must've become so disenfranchised with women as to assault eachother for reprieve; it didn't occur to me some might later transition, I thought I was the only one in the world with this problem. The ideal dad could rationally discern from his social intuition, that is, not some instinct to heirarchicalize in favour of itself, who actually doesn't properly fit into the sexual-hierarchical fabric, and who is just bullshitting prison-bait rebelling against himself.

A shell is the height of my aspirations under that kind of arrangement; even my quasi-masculinity arising from effortless genetic expression, really just self-neglect, then stands as worth keeping even though it's destroying me inside. It becomes principled in an age where no principle is otherwise exercised by the psychopathic femalewhore succubi, and anyone who aspires to emulate them (and that, of course, is the basis for diagnostic hierarchical stratification of trans; honest trans true to themselves are invariably going to be weeded out one way or another for not being ideologically kosher enough, unless they're resourced --- that doesn't mean to say the resourced at all comprise the ranks of that contingent).

That is the magic of proto-matriarchal social attrition, and mother's the word for its toxic origins; no wonder, then, that I call for the entire amoebic chromosome's eradication from the planet. We can replace her, we can restore the psychosexual stability of most men with those few naturally finding themselves in such a predicament far more benevolently treated with an infinitely more competent system under its guidance, and androgen-resistant hypermen can be used to make up for the rest of the gap for candidates to be augmented reproductively.

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The women in my life have been the gaslighters, refrigerators, psychodynamic destabilisers and shock-tacticians, so rigorous their presence has been, was so insidious that they've managed to screw me up enough that the notion I am one has been so deeply ingrained as to be unshakable, yet, conversely, I distrust their Ziomatriarch-monopolized intricate in solving the quandary, they either take the you-will-capitulate-to-radfem-or-else-no-resolution-of-your-issue approach, at best, or they take the as-a-radfem-obnubilating-behind-trad-con-we-will-abuse-you-even-more-until-you're-just-a-shell, their primitive form of reparation demonstrated in an anecdote from 888chan I still recollect, where some likely-Jewish citizen of B'nai B'ritian was laughing at an autist friend of his/her/its (I'm going to postulate it was a highly resources Jew privileged enough to be a 'true trans' i.e. worthless-autogynephile-on-the-pisstake chauvinist) for homogeneous feelings and cheering victory when it (for all purposes modern-hypermale has been made a worthless technological-slave and resource-eunuch) was brought back down to accepting its role as a chivalry slave to the worthless amoebic race.

To eschew this gregariously mandated 'responsibility' has no bearing on this 'compunction'/'desire'/'need' - I abhor all those terms, they can be convoluted by the matriarch however to bewail about how all transism, unless in coalition with radfem, is misogynistic; not to mention it casts dubiety on motivations in any case - of mine. As a man I'd have just been a faggot if I was that desperate for sex, even; not particularly, owing to my general distrust of people and my low-to-flat libido. As a matter of fact, during adolescence, I was so paranoid of others being able to decipher intuitively what I was cerebrating (I came to this realization, though later revealed erroneous as I'd more preponderant acquainted myself with psychology, from endeavoring to understand how other kids seemed to manipulate not only me but themselves so well), that I was always peering my head over my shoulder wondering if fucking yob kids, particularly the boys, would culminate up ravishing me for expressing designations of latent effeminacy. I'd eschew school bathrooms for this reason intentionally. The matriarch didn't quite come into my considerations yet, but only because I cerebrated I could elude that, and that this feminism garbage was just a fad. It seemed plausible to me, though, to inculpate the matriarch (not in that word, but this was the impetus) for the elevate of this meta-prison-sexuality trend, where boys must've become so disenfranchised with women as to assault eachother for reprieve; it didn't occur to me some might later transition, I cerebrated I was the only one in the world with this quandary. The ideal dad could rationally discern from his gregarious intuition, that is, not some instinct to heirarchicalize in favour of itself, who authentically doesn't opportunely fit into the sexual-hierarchical fabric, and who is just bullshitting prison-bait rebelling against himself.

A shell is the height of my aspirations under that kind of arrangement; even my quasi-masculinity arising from effortless genetic expression, authentically just self-neglect, then stands as worth keeping albeit it's ravaging me inside. It becomes principled in an age where no principle is otherwise exercised by the psychopathic femalewhore succubi, and anyone who aspires to emulate them (and that, of course, is the substratum for diagnostic hierarchical stratification of trans; veracious trans true to themselves are invariably going to be weeded out one way or another for not being ideologically kosher enough, unless they're resourced --- that doesn't betoken to verbalize the resourced at all comprise the ranks of that contingent).

That is the magic of proto-matriarchal gregarious attrition, and mother's the word for its toxic inchoations; no wonder, then, that I call for the entire amoebic chromosome's eradication from the planet. We can supersede her, we can recuperate the psychosexual stability of most men with those few naturally finding themselves in such a predicament far more benevolently treated with an illimitably more competent system under its guidance, and androgen-resistant hypermen can be acclimated to compensate for the rest of the gap for candidates to be augmented reproductively.

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did not read..

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