On the mechanics of female masturbation

I expose the psychological mechanics, the history of it, as well as its impact on the course of my ambitions

Someone reading my previous article about Wish (which seems as if it has already made shockwaves despite the view count) could wonder about how such villains frequently become the target of female lust and desire. And how this fits into what I say about the evil such villains has inflicted upon me. Is this situation flattering? Gratifying? What about how it affects other people? What could just some random other person expect from being subjected to this?

As I return to begin the first caption and having made my previous story Mount Rage I literally took out the garbage. Taking out the garbage could be a metaphor for that story as well as its surrounding articles. As a person inherently associated with artwork and literature, basic life functioning becomes attached to things such as symbolism. This applies to many other people to various levels of lesser extent, like most black people, hence Society seeking to control them with narratives.

I saw a spark of beauty in the concept of Harry Potter in the form a promising, enduring boy being rescued from an abusive childhood and learning to wield the magic children yearn for for good, but most women in the early days of social media did not want to tell that story and preferred gay and politics. They can expect that the majority of them expressing rage against JK Rowling in recent years traces back to that inherent spark of beauty reasserting itself

In fact the abuse is interwoven with their pleasure. Yes they do see that there are redeeming aspects to these villains. Magnifico represents meritocracy, he represents caution towards cartoonish whims, hell he represents important traits of God. Quite simply this character reflects God fulfilling some prayers and not others, and the response from non-believers of why he doesn't give everybody what they would enjoy and fix all their problems.

Of course we come to one of the real reasons why former tumblr users hated AI so much. AI can extrapolate from the information of the internet the actual activity and intentions of women and the communities they mostly built. Back when leftism began on Tumblr, females masturbated psychologically by doing things like speaking of males impotently angry and crying. (Meanwhile, I was suffering from Cosmic-level pain) all of my emotional writhing they belittled remains in me to start illustrating how it wants to express its rage.

And so, women get involved with their fanfiction to process the various emotions and reactions to this fact. Women were not made to deal with the hard facts of Life like men were. They were made to be helpful for those facts, which creates a certain disregard for complete rationality. When that disregard is twisted, it creates “nasty women”, instead of bringing appeal and liveliness and spontaneity to men she brings things such as sneering and control and pearl-clutching. These women do things like condemn the good ones as “manic pixie dream girls” and such things. When they do that, they use their influence on how males interpret the world improperly, creating feelings and conceptions that it's unrealistic to encounter a girl he would enjoy interacting with, instead of a woman who has endless demands that never seem to satisfy through fulfillment.

Although having both male and female forms, the Mutos are a feminine species which can be expected to be reflections of Godzilla's masculinity. Their actions throughout the film are feminine in nature, culminating in a nest conflict. The finishing move signifies a purge of femininity which as a cohesive whole creates a hostile environment for Godzilla as an ultimate masculine organism.

As I backed out of my Google search for images, I saw a flash of text “express elevator to hell”, which is exactly the sort of thing I currently desire. Traces of a feminine voice on the internet I discover

That woman is a cunt, which means a hard shell. She is difficult to abstractly enter and she's inclined to crush extensions of a male into her. When a sperm goes into an egg, that is also reflected in how men and women can interact with the spirit. This is a very tender and sensitive process, and my teenage Revolution would have uplifted it. Raising up friendship, meanwhile sex starts to be unimportant.

And so the seed of friendship can be considered to be like semen. Of course this should be interpreted in a Catholic way. Not a queer way, which aims to completely coopt friendship into sexual degeneracy and gay and trans identity.

The death of the nest reflects the previous American Godzilla film, which ends with Godzilla's nest. Despite being Godzilla the character has a feminine streak, and The Meta Narrative of 2014 can be a more masculine Godzilla gaining vengeance against unidentified forces that caused the elements of the 1998 film to be put together poorly and nonsensically.

There are other such seeds as well. I'm an artist and artistic inspiration can be used as an example. When I sent forth seeds of friendship, seeds of inspiration, they should be used properly. These things are going throughout the social world and I'm a certain type of boy who's good at participating in his own special way and interacting with women.

And so here we come to onanism, masturbation is called the spilling of seed. Many women intentionally spilled the seed of my teenage self. They masturbated using the energies and the ideas and so forth that were being transmitted from me across social dimensions primarily through their spirits and minds. Females who consume porn are known for being more psychological. And so how they abused me was more psychological in nature.

One way women masturbate psychologically is to give men more than they can handle simply because they reject his masculinity, including its uniqueness. There was a fatal flaw going back to 2012 Tumblr and all female masturbatory material, as my determination and ambition is unlimited, and that is merged with an inherent affinity for the Underworld, through which badness travels. And so, all of their personalized tactics like pitting different reflections and aspects of myself against each other simply generated a story about me battling to improve myself. Directly reflecting this fact in Caliborn also did not work. And all the time they were pornographizing to reject my teenage self the pain became incredible as I was torn into the Cosmic background of the underworld which the Lord of Mischief is a gatekeeper for.

As a Caliborn fanartist this one reflects certain desires like to see my teenage self desiring to become strong before his disaster happened, which is uniquely feminine longing.

When they started making comics and cartoons villains that instantiated certain essences of myself, that was mental masturbation. They rejected the nature of the young revolutionary I was, and wanted to explain that I was actually bad. This happened in their feelings. Women back in those days of the early 10s love to talk about men as an indiscriminate Mass. And certain men were more important than others. One of those was me and I was basically completely unknown.

This does not only affect me. As a revolutionary, I was forming a model for other men to fill. Just like my friend ipgd said: “Manlyburger, the optimum unit of man”. When I said that on my deviantART profile I was making a team fortress 2 reference I hadn't actually explained. She highlighted that I was a role model and affirmed that I deserved to be one while I did not pay any attention to this myself.

My teenage plan was to become a billionaire, and I saw spiritual visions of this. At the same time, the forerunners of 2012 Tumblr culture were forming which I never really got to see. On Tumblr, I perceived it as complete Insanity. In the aftermath it became clear how thousands of groups and individuals tried to co-opt the intentions of my Revolution for things such as lgbtq, communism, worship of materialistic men like Andrew Tate, and other such things. In the present, I have formed impenetrable defenses to what they have built as well as devastating abstract repulsing weapons fueled by the energy of the internet.

Out of Tumblr culture females and their lifeless men send messages to each other about the pornography they desire for real men, but never directly, resonating segments of the communication from one person to another through their influence. And so I become their ultimate enemy in simply explaining how communication happens within and between cultures.

And so I have seen men like Bol gradually go from being cool and impressing me to a lame porn-poisoned weakling. The major cause of this was people freaking out about him for an innocuous take about Turning Red. The animation industry community affirmed they did not want any men like me.

“Funny” jokes like this image really serve the purpose of splicing innocent things into sexually degenerate things psychologically while at the same time training young people who just want to enjoy fun to be directed by pornographic narratives manufactured by women.

And so they do acknowledge men they find villainous. In accordance with their own desires and failings, not with objective reality. They do express some positive sentiments about them. But when you explore those sentiments they have no objective reality either. They are intersections between Tumblr girl minds.

And when you see what they want, the men they are expressing they want to see, that's a man with another man’s dick in him. A good example of what this means is a greedy corporate boss and a soulless office drone. They're connected into each other and thereby do not threaten women. A dick is a symbol of a man's vitality. When they're all burning Bright, a reactor of a man's essence, then that is much more demanding of them than their gay fanfiction.

And so their paltry sentiments falter into a sickness, an illness that can never satisfy a man. I felt that strongly before I went into isolation as a young adult. There were a few girls who did their best, which made the sickness have a strange inner element of appeal. Michelle of Ava's Demon and ipgd are good examples of participants in Homestuck who desired the true potential of my creativity which Homestuck colonized.

But there were so few girls like them, and so many men bitter and resentful at someone like me when they should be bitter and resentful at the corporate greedy bosses whose world I wanted to destroy when I was a baby. —-I mean a youth.

A redraw from deviantART. From 2013 on my psychological landscape was maintained by rare friendly creative activity on the internet in combination with spiritual visions. In recent years, my visions faltered both intentionally on part of the heavens as well as from mainstream Society suddenly realizing there was a secret in their world slowly growing to annihilate them on a cultural level, (symbolized by the tumor in Homestuck, tipping them off) and so they did their best to make every culture relating to me inhospitable. Sorry fellas - NOTHING WORKS!

I know what a real woman is. That's my mother. Her own mother hated fiction and brought maliciousness into our Catholic lives. But, love of stories lived on as through my dad who loves to talk about them. When she did and taught my sister to do naming animals with names like Shadow, Domino and Pepper, that upheld creativity as a constant friendly presence. A friendliness that should enter Society.