I Told a Feminist She Was Just a Wet Hole.
Now She Won’t Stop Blowing Up My DMs to Meet. Women… explain the math. I’m lost.
She said she was an activist. She had pronouns. Degrees. Boundaries. 67 saved Instagram quotes about respecting women.
She told me I was “what’s wrong with men.” Said I was a “walking red flag with an internet connection.” Told me she doesn’t tolerate misogyny in any form.
So I said:
“Cool story, wet hole.”
No emojis. No punctuation. No follow-up.
She left it on read.
Then she came back 3 hours later like:
“You’re a fucking asshole. What’s your location?” “I want to meet and say that to your face.” “Also what cologne do you wear?”
Now she’s in my DMs daily —
🔁 Liking old posts 🧠 Sending paragraphs like they’re feminist subpoenas 📷 And yesterday?
She sent me a taint pic.
No warning. No setup. Just digital daylight between two cheeks with the caption:
“I don’t give a fuck.”
And look — I don’t mind. Truly. God bless the effort.
But could you maybe prep a guy before unleashing your rear-end nebula?
I was bracing for another thesis on how “women are the prize,” and instead I’m counting the freckles on your asshole like I’m mapping Mars.
I didn’t sign up for Ass-tronomy class, baby. But here I am. Telescope extended. Charting terrain. Wondering if I should be turned on, terrified, or texting NASA.
🧠 Why It Works: The Biology Behind Her Breakdown
She didn’t get turned on because I called her a hole. She got turned on because I didn’t ask for approval.
And in a world where men are told to:
Apologize for wanting sex
Beg for intimacy
Validate her career choices before flirting
…I did none of that.
I skipped diplomacy and went straight to domination.
And like a glitch in the matrix, her clit saluted before her feminism could find the block button.
🧨 Why “Wet Hole” Works Better Than “Queen”
It’s not about disrespect. It’s about symbolic exposure.
Calling her a queen?
Safe. Predictable. Weak.
Calling her a wet hole?
You bypass the ego and speak directly to the thing between her thighs that doesn’t read Twitter.
She didn’t want to agree. She didn’t like it.
But her body co-signed it with pelvic tension and a sudden need to re-read it twice.
🤐 Her DMs Are a Confession
She thinks she’s arguing. She thinks she’s “calling me out.”
But every message says:
“You made me feel something I’m not allowed to admit.” “I should hate this, but I keep checking your page.” “Please say something worse next time.”
📚 Real Science: This Is Shame-Arousal Conversion
Psychologists call it erotic ambivalence — when a person is aroused by something they consciously oppose.
It’s why the girl who yells “internalized misogyny!” also masturbates to degradation porn and sends long paragraphs to the guy who ghosted her twice.
Her brain is wired for outrage. Her nervous system is wired for surrender.
And when you speak to the nervous system first?
She’ll chase you just to feel it again.
🔒 I Never Followed Up. She’s Still Reaching Out.
I'm sure here and her giggling friends are loving this, though.
*cue my eye roll*
That’s the final piece.
You don’t reward her confusion. You let her stew in it.
You become the villain her cunt bookmarked.
Because what she doesn’t understand, she won’t stop circling.
And what she almost hated enough to block?
She’ll now try to tame… by meeting it in person.
🩸 TL;DR:
I called a feminist a wet hole.
She got wet.
She’s in my DMs every 36 hours.
She’s bringing me more traffic than my paid promotions.
Women, I am begging you: Explain yourselves.
Reblog if this made you rub your chin in contemplation - or if you’ve ever hated someone so much you imagined them inside you.
Bookmark if your mind rejected this but your pussy bookmarked it anyway. Comment if “wet hole” made you shift in your chair. DM me if you’re already picturing how you’d “put me in my place.” You won’t.