Objectification, both being objectified and objectifying. Everything here are my thoughts and feelings as they are. WARNING I talk about rape and abuse including my own experiences. This isn't some fantasy thing, this is for me my life. If you can't take it, then leave. There is nothing remotely safe for work here and obviously it's an adult 18+ blog. And though the core of this blog is objectification there will be plenty else here. I will not censor myself no matter the issue so if you can't take controversial views on bodies, sex and a lot else, this isn't for you. As for me, slut, cunt and all that work. And if you're wondering what the amp stands for, it's amputee. So while I get objectified and objectify like all women, I am different from most.
Trust me there are endless girls that right at this moment are naked and sweating in their beds with their fingers inside their dripping cunts. They’re bucking their hips and moaning like whores while they think about having strangers rape them.
I’m not into bimbos, I’m into dumb girls. Bimbo is a fetish, dumb is a fact of life. I’d rather be with the stupid girl that needs help than the bimbo that has perfect style but only pretends to be stupid. I can teach a girl to present herself well, but I can’t teach a smart girl to have the amazing traits that go along with being a total retard.
Is there such a thing as a smart girl @beautybeforebrains … yknow… i know a bunch of girls that pass for being capable but they cry alot, drink on weekends and want a Man to take charge. Aren’t there just lotsa girls trying way too hard, gettin all stressy, following the wrong road? Maybe there are sum smart girls but you know…i remember ppl but women are trainable and maybe they just focus too much on trying to sound smart and thats what makes them angry and less soft… do you see what i mean? Like you take all that pressure away and maybe even the snappy most miserable ones would go back to being in a fluffy natural state - or is there like a set diff would you say?
I’m a sexist and believe in patriarchy, but even I’ll readily say that there’s such a thing as a smart girl. Obviously there are smart girls. We owe everything we know about radioactivity to Marie Curie. The computer or smartphone you’re reading this on only exists because of Grace Hopper and Augusta Ada Byron. Some of the greatest rulers of antiquity were Queens and Empresses. Girls have made brilliant contributions to the arts that I can’t even begin to list. History has plenty of examples of brilliant and strong girls that are easily on the level of the best and brightest men.
Girls can be great, but the statistical reality is that very few of them choose to be great. They’re easily distracted along the way, or just simply never develop the fortitude to be meaningful. They find the temptation just be mediocre and happy entirely too appealing. Through biology or culture or both girls rarely exhibit the kind of drive for achievement that men have over the entire duration of their lives. That drive often shows up briefly in their 20s but quickly fades when relationships and family begin to take priority.
So @sweetsurrenderdoll never fall into the trap of thinking that your current place in the world was unavoidable. Each and every girl had the capacity for greatness, but either fear or laziness and won out and here you are, reading this blog to justify your inferiority.
What’s really tragic is that despite all the great examples of girls being meaningful achievers, we still teach our girls that simply being a girl is enough to be important. You don’t need to achieve anything in your life, you have “girl power” so you’re great without ever having to make anything or contribute anything to the world. Men are judged based on what we achieve, so we achieve. Girls are judged on whether or not they’re girls, so they rarely aspire to more than just being. Rather than trying to encourage girls to be anything or culture enables them and makes being an immature, emotional, irrational princess every girls God-given right.
Not all girls are dumb, but you are. Not all girls are weak, but you are. Not all girls need to be pretty, but you do. Not all girls are inferior, but you are. Maybe you could have been more if you’d done things differently, but you didn’t have much of a chance considering the way we coddle our girls to be pretty lumps of nothing. Regardless, the damage is done and this is what you are now. The time to start to be someone great was ten years ago, but now it’s too late. You could have been more. Never forget that.
That moment you leave a guy’s place and you just know you’re going to be so sore later. Not from the fucking but from being his stress relief rag doll. Though the looks at the bar after as I hobbled in were hilarious.
And once broken, we stay broken. Meanwhile whoever broke us can go on their way without a care in the world. When a man walks off, like it’s just another day. because for him it is, that just drives it in even deeper. We have to live with what we’ve become while he is unchanged.
At first you think he might care that perhaps there’s even some remorse. But there isn’t any, there never is. And he doesn’t care, at least not about you. Not that way. And at that moment, there is no one else, who else could there be? And from hoping for perhaps some show of warmth we go to just wanting whatever we can get. Just something that shows we’re worth at least his time, because we know beyond whatever physical, mental and emotional satisfaction he can get from us we’re not just nothing to him, we’re worthless. And anything, anything, that can make us feel he at least sees as worth some effort, even if it’s a fist to the face or a load of cum in our hair, becomes what we’re grateful for.
And it’s then he becomes our everything, we say not a word about what he does to anyone, we do anything he says and we just hope that we can somehow keep being enough to justify our presence. We will take whatever he hands out, because we may be nothing, but at least we can get that and feel we are his nothing. And it’s not what he does that scares us, it’s the thought of the absence of it. The absence of him which we know will come. Sooner or later. We know it’ll come even as we lie to ourselves thinking if only I can be enough of whatever he wants it won’t. And when it does, that is when we he breaks us the last time. Nothing else will ever feel like this, we just have to go on hoping someone and some time will at least get us close to it. When it happens we thank them as if they breathed life into us. We’re thankful in a way we can’t truly express and that only those who’ve been there can understand or even imagine.
Don’t get me wrong. I seriously have nothing against lifestyles that dont mimic my own. I mean really, how many women on this planet really behave like I do? A small percentage. And as a bisexual woman, I’ve nothing against gay and bisexual men….but really. You being a sissy and in love with black dick does NOT make you a female. You’re a guy. Who’s gay for black dick. Stop being in denial and admit it. It has nothing to do with black men being “superior” or anything else like that. You’ve watched so much porn that you’ve warped yourself gay so now you have gay tendencies and you prefer black men. Period.
Jesus fucking shit, what a dumb fucking cunt. I feel dumber for having read all of that. Like the usual is bad, but this is shut your fucking whore mouth until you are asked to speak territory. “Warped yourself gay”...I just fucking can’t. I can abide all sorts of things, bigotry and stupidity are not two of them. And that manages to be both, fucking worthless cunt.
Playing the victim crying woe is me, just part of her being a manipulative bitch. Like the men she dates and dumps like it was an assembly line. Hopefully there is a sex tape, preferably one where either she’s getting fucked like a doll or it turns out she’s completely depraved. Just to watch her get what she has coming fucking “I’m so wonderful” cunt.
I met a girl through her hot as fuck Tumblr and we chat about our whorish, slutty experiences almost every day. She tells me her hot stories and fantasies and just day to day things and things people don’t get about sluts who were victims of extreme child abuse, rape, and molestation… It is calming and hot at the same time. So, in this moment, I love Tumblr. And I really like my followers and messages. Thank you for reaching out to me… :)
You see three girls go into a bathroom and emerge 10 minutes later wearing different clothes and makeup. They went from pretty plain clothes to short shorts and skimpy tops. So fun thinking they're hiding it behind their moms' backs and no one noticed what they did.
That’s called being a financial domme or findomme. If you find the right guy or guys, it can work out very well. Takes a certain temperament but that can be learned/faked. Can get someone totally wrapped around your finger and basically treat them like an ATM and really mess with them.
A great place for a woman to work and we need to get over shaming those who do work there. Which funny enough is mostly women doing the shaming, nice way to be jealous. And why encourage girls to work in an office or something when they could work at a place like this? Just make a living being an object instead of wasting time trying to get equality and other crap that men don’t ever give us anyways? To hell with keep girls off the pole, encourage it and keep them from the desk.
(giggle) lucky? *giggle* says the cutest Lil cum dump that always has cock .. I wish we could go to parties together it would be literally so much fun =3
OMG right? I haven’t been out partying in forever…
Good reviews you’ll have more guys there and you can probably even find a shy one that’s all cute and innocent and corrupt him with your pussy (giggle)
Higher rated usually means more people and don't overlook that some good ratings are going to be from the kind of guys you're looking for. Also check negative reviews to see if there's things like staff not caring about complaints about guys getting pushy and stuff.
As someone who’s been raped, well, more than 3 times, first the rape fucks with your head then when you find yourself masturbating to it it fucks with your head some more. Also for some of us it digs in so deep it just becomes part of the things that make us what we are.
Just keep drinking and what happens later might be easier. I would love to watch every last bit of everything they are get fucked out of them. Just rape them until they’re just wrecked fucking sluts.
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