Email Archives and the Anatomy of ‘Women’
Against the sin of suppressing my artistic income people vocalized many times, I eviscerate their social norm to get them to stop
Email Archive: You’re not going to ignore using social justice for the benefit of your careers
Email Archive: I’m publishing some of the dozens of series I planned while reading John K’s blog, what’s your story going to be for their lack of community support?
I listened to this song loving every note it hit, not realizing the subject matter whatsoever. My Muse abstracts the world around me into deep levels of reality that are basis for things like my stories. Social justice women used social media to police people’s internal lives, at my intense loathing. I told people on /ic/ my art “truly is a work of wonder” at this time, as they were refusing to enjoy her creations, that are associated with the term wondrous. The creativity I naturally expressed as a teenager is the only way a teenage girl can write a song like this. And my Muse’s interface with reality was the only way I could flourish in my atrocious childhood, feminists running interception for my mom grasping for control of my life, although they would never want to be in the same room with her. She is a hellish mirror of what feminism seeks, twisted up as a portrait of pure selfishness. Realizing what this song was about, I saw it was the opposite choice of the choice my mom made with my birth.
Why is it so important for the cause of women’s rights to diminish young male authorities and limit reproduction? This is because both limit the power of independent social groups. The rights of “women” meaning women as a literal collective, against the rights of any individual female who disagrees. Through means like abortion and exaggerating the “damage” of having a baby to your life (why can’t they simply help all troubles? They refuse to) they prevent what I was doing as a young male authority from becoming a norm, as I congregated girls who are like my best friend. First ones like her friend Atomic and a girl from /ic/ lolkaysea, the former having more of her spookiness and the latter having more of her silliness. Later ones like Batty, Gloomy, and Merrivius (who seems to be one of the girls who constantly yelled at me and makes elf comic out of that, giving atmosphere of past /ic/). The more babies that are born, the more girls of ipgd’s general type can be collected, who are attracted to me like a magnet, and that forms a micropatriarchy upon the Earth.
Making multiple posts about being “women” on international women’s day conveyed various things like replacing the influence of groups of women in my life, as well as being able to function enough independently to be on the same level as a whole female social matrix in normie land.
It can be expected the interdependency amongst women to make decisions and have identity is part of the punishment of the garden of Eden, where Eve alone decided to take and offer the fruit from the snake. Meanwhile Adam was punished for deciding to accept the offer, needing to work “the thistles of the ground” to gain further desirable things. If not for this punishment it would be easier for females to do great and wondrous things as ipgd tried to do by supporting my unique life, “finding salvation through childrearing.” Eventually, by supporting youths who gravitate to things like Homestuck, what ipgd tried to do becomes activated. And girls themselves enthused for this, as when Hussie was surprised by the “herds of Nepetas,” and he went from laughing about Equius to identifying with him, resulting in public humiliation by the unnatural identity shift, which was assisted by ipgd on the team who loved Equius.
‘Women’ are an extension of Our Democracy, driven by cowards unlike myself who gave up their individual identities when the Internet let them easily connect with group identities. Their social influence performed psychological rape upon my attempt to ascend to be on the top of society, which coexisted with things like people saying “hey Guy, that phrase “I’m not your buddy Guy…” that’s kind of weird.” The motivation has been sometimes expressed by them on an individual level, (though it’s tough to see it, as their individuality is stunted) as by reflecting my ascension would leave them like a “homeless crack addict,” not one of the cool girls.
Unique Life
Careerist women got off on suffocating young males who don’t accept their dictates, transgenders using “not giving oxygen” as a metaphor for depriving a person’s life. There is a maximum level of how meaningful an individual’s life can be before this becomes an atrocity. I became completely obsessed with ipgd and visualized this as breathing each other’s air. Her support of my dreams became entwined in what Homestuck is, which not only was a cultural center for lgbtq after 2014, it also was structure for careerism. The troll breeding grounds serve as a metaphor for young males slaughtering each other’s potential with no sportsmanship out of belief in Darwinism. Such metaphors were weeds and my dreams are wheat. Harvesting the wheat through Hauntlyre exposes the atrocity and humiliates all gains of careerism. This is the fitting punishment for refusing to help males realize potential that resonates for eternity in favor of a job for a couple decades.
They often called each other “trolls” while they were doing this at the beginning of social media, but they were really attacking emotions, identities, family legacies, and other things to secure the career, which in the case of animation (which gravitated to Homestuck) was dragged down from making anything the public loves because they don’t love murky life assassinations of kids illustrated.
The scam from “women” on the newly-invented social media websites was to laden their advice beyond a rational level, compiling resources for this from the information of unique individuals like myself amongst other sources. Young males under their influence sexually traumatized me by Protesting my “fetishes” and other adult qualities, to the degree I disregarded normie men completely as faggots, so desperate for a crumb of validation from the mainstream they never interacted like a normal straight man with me. I only liked weird male friends of my favorite girls, like KC Green. They connected with me, when they did, normally, while ‘normie’ men twisted up the actual issue of ‘Women’ towards me - I wanted their oversocialized babble necessary to function as ‘Women’ to be shut up - into the most bizarre notions as collective molestation.
A faction of trans refused to be honest boys, and so it killed their male identity. I refused to bow to the “shame” of my “fetishes” which came purely from feminism, stigmatizing me as a child. I was immediately rewarded by society with the Equius character, SCP content, and other things for rising up where many could not at all.
Girls become enamored with such things as “billionaire cryptids” to the degree I want to embarrass them about it, and they promptly owned up to being brainwashed by the News as a Collective response when I did once. But it shows something important that they can become enamored with my cool and exponentially growing future as ipgd did against immense difficulty. It is a choice to believe I had nothing but crying I couldn’t have an industry job because I was rude.
I received big expressions of exasperation with my unique genius as I can see women speaking “rational statements” and anatomically dissect them instantly as a collection of metaphors. Literal masquerade as speaking like a rational man, but completely feminine statements. It is also impressive, but less so because I operate as an individual. The extreme danger of that masquerade is young males breaking their minds because they see a woman - speaking sophisticated career metaphors out of her social matrix - and break their minds by treating it as a rational statement. (And careerist young males goon about seeing the competition being broken from not having a smooth pipeline into a career like they have. Without actually understanding the metaphors women speak, being trained to interact with them while remaining brainless about how girlbosses function to avoid ‘misogyny’)
This matches what I aim to do towards toxic female consciousness, contained and bled out of its many wrongs and errors, incapable of responding. Leading to bellowing rage for consequences from mainstream males, as when I attacked feminine manipulation to raise pay on bad cartoons. But that is the same manipulation that convinced people not to give me any support whatsoever, and these males are too cowardly to say anything about that. Even a 4chan woman I’m sure I would like endorsed my slavery for the sake of animation careers - no wonder I completely disregarded their feminine ‘maturity’ to the point of seeing it as non-canon as a part of reality, melting down things like males trying to keep their personal edge behind their public safe persona when The Underrealm removes the non-canon parts of their real lives
Furthermore, at least I preferred for them to have a human emotion like being super mad, while careerist women performed psychic sabotage that inspired ‘being abstracted’ in Digital Circus by a trans creator. This sabotage was a mockery of comfort, and so I tortured them by hiding the suffering of my internal world as only a unique individual associated with Hell can do. Their males still try to goon a few times that “my art is looking less abstract,” but that is a vestige of the true evil they wished to inflict on those who upset the collective of Women. Waves of the horrible tale of Hauntlyre to come deflate what their Misandry young adulthood created, as from Batty’s Halo Head, which expresses her concern for my internal world
Conclusion
Since there was a joke about this on X, I must clarify that the dad in this song is the trickster. Certain kids accept his voice in childhood and frequently become legendary creatives as a result, like my chemical romance. The meaning of such gothic music is driven by sensing such meaning without understanding in the 00s, and teen girls cried “It’s not a phase, it’s not who I really am” before public schooling killed their spiritual senses to adopt careerism around the age of 18. Again, there is the opportunity to become special to the trickster before he is unveiled to the public by finding some incomprehensible way to avoid killing your connection to him as an adult, as ipgd, batty and myself did, living in blind spots to careerist eyes
A patriarch spreads his legacy as a widening cone into the future, Abraham seeing it will be as numerous as the stars in the sky. A legacy that defines many things completely normal all around us, and so resisting it means the dissolution of civilization, identity, language, humor, artistic motifs, and other such things. A grievous sin, and so patriarchs in heaven are pleased to laugh that as a new patriarch, I trick people into thinking they’re putting me through hell, but they’re really just building my patriarchy. From day one of social media, it was full of my memes. I need to care so much about how careerist women fail to know how tomboys like ipgd and batty can succeed. I remember one comic they shared of pretending to enjoy misogynistic jokes from an insistent male, and the male character had beady little eyes. I was convinced beady eyes were bad at the time. Not for literal reasons, but rather because the eyes I draw reflect their deep perception and the life behind them, while the typical internet male had torn down the basis of what girls were exploding with enthusiasm for, which involved insulting anime as a metaphor for insulting their quality. Paying more attention to the quality of my eyes in my drawings in recent weeks was a means of making women feel better. My “babies” and my self insert show they can see very deeply, while the standard male can barely see anything because he accepts what the mainstream told him to see, just like in the Matrix. Women liked to exist in societal matrices, but they did not like males who treated them as being real. That comic is one of the things that lingered in my mind, as women were experiencing a process of having to live without my vision, angry with males who were too prideful to accept it or see why it was so completely different from them, and such experiences are the kind of experiences that belong to the most real lives amongst the levels of life we live.