You Deserve Degrading

American Man. I think women exist to serve, and Men (not all males, but real Men) exist to control them. Degradation, control, and transformation are My tools and My goals. I'm always accepting submissions or asks, so feel free to send Me anything. I will NO LONGER be publishing ANY submitted images or non-anon asks; those will now be for My eyes only. Anything you want answered publicly, send anon.NSFW! Local legal age only. All content sourced from the internet (usually tumblr). If I post something of yours that you want removed, just ask.

[yeslillylillylove]

Recognizing emotional abuse

QUESTION

Hi! My name is [REDACTED] and I read your post that starts out “10 months ago” about your abusive ex and the email he wrote you. I was going to just comment on it but I really wanted to actually ask you personally and I really didn’t want you to think it was intended as mean or insensitive. But I read the email, and I honestly don’t understand. How is he being manipulative, or at least how do you know?

It seems to me like he has said all the right things, everything a non-abusive partner would say- so how is this evidence of him being manipulative? The people commenting seem to see it too and I just don’t understand what I’m missing here. ******

ANSWER

Emotional abuse is incredibly hard to recognize. I often stop and remind myself that I don’t have to prove that this person abused me; I just have to trust my experience of our time together:

1.) Spending time with this person made me feel anxious and unsafe.

2.) I couldn’t predict how he would react to things that I would say or do; there was no emotional stability between us.

3.) His words did not match up with his actions (or with my experiences).

So! That’s some context for how I learned to think about emotional abuse. Recognizing it was a lot harder and took me a lot longer. 11 years to recognize it and another 3+ years to trust myself enough to take action.

All that said, here’s the problem with my ex’s email: on the surface, it looks like he says “all the right stuff.” But he almost always follows up by saying the exact opposite. e.g. all that stuff about “I care about your concerns” followed by “you’re crazy to have these concerns. Or "I’d never stalk you” followed by “I just watched you from afar then went to the parking lot to make sure you knew how close I could get to your car.” Or “I want people to support you” followed by “you should delete what you said because your account of what happened is wrong and you’re tricking anyone who supports you based on what you said.”

It helps to look at the kind of language he uses. He puts so much effort into devaluing anything I have to say. Quotes around words like “safety.” Adding words like “I guess.” For a letter that’s meant to be expressing concern about somebody else, he references himself and his feelings roughly 300% more than he talks about anything else.

Anyway, I’m still surprised how regularly I need to be reminded that my feelings are valid; that I am a reliable narrator of my own experience. I hope I was able to shed a little light on the language of emotional abuse.

Remember, kids: recognizing emotional abuse gets easier with practice!

[youdeservedegrading]

I want to tack on something here for the benefit of the person asking the question (and for everyone else.) Your abuser, and this is not a guess, has worked very hard to train you to substitute their version of reality for your own. This does a lot of things, but let’s focus on one that @yeslillylillylove does a good job talking about: they train you to take them at face value. They say they are asking genuine questions or that they are just being kind, and in spite of EVERYTHING else that’s going on you are expected to believe that. 

And here’s the secret: they do believe it. Maybe not all of them, or all the time. Some of them lie on purpose to twist you up. But very often? They’re clear-eyed fucking crazy. And you can’t reason with that. You can’t argue with it. You will never win, because you are hamstrung by reality and they aren’t. It makes you doubt yourself. It’s impossible for a sane person to grapple with that kind of insanity, and if they’ve already been prepping you to trust them the only “logical” conclusion is that they’re right and you’re wrong. If they were really that wrong, would they seem so sure? But you, as a rational person, have just enough doubt that you want to defer to their surety. And now they’ve really got you.

So what I’m saying, asker, and anyone else reading, is to trust your instincts. Believe your eyes, not them telling you that your eyes are lying to you.

You’re welcome.

[yeslillylillylove]

10 months ago

I left an emotionally abusive relationship last March. We were together for 14 years and this is my first holiday season without him. I think I handled myself well in the leaving; I was clear and calm with my needs. I didn’t point fingers. I didn’t badmouth him to our friends. Lately, I’ve found myself wondering if things really were as bad as I remember. I want to hold onto concrete examples of how unstable he made me feel when we were together.

I’m sharing one of the last emails he sent me. It’s hard for me to be certain—even now, thinking about him makes me feel hazy and confused, like my memories are made of static noise—but I have a suspicion that his words speak for themselves. I’m not the crazy one here. This is real, this happened. Acknowledging it helps me move forward. Context: he had been posting cryptic things about “Lillies” on Facebook which made me feel threatened enough to tell the world that he was talking about me and not flowers. I kept my own post relatively simple, but I did want my friends to know that I was feeling unsafe. The following is what he emailed me in response.

************

WOW!

What can i say other than WOW..

i am so sorry you feel the way you feel,i get it, i cant deny making you uncomfortable, not my place…  you are uncomfortable, and thats what matters, and I need to allay your fears as wildly unfounded. if you are uncomfortable due to my words, i am so very sorry.  but, and there is a big butt here.   it is huge!

first of all, my first comment about the lillies were about the lillies. You are important, you are important to me, but for gods sake it wasnt about you, i just came to the realization that slaving in the garden for something that makes me insane was pointless, regardless of the pretty factor.  stargazer lillies are a stinking mess and i still find myself  drawn to them, and i think i hate them, you know this. and i know this, and i thought it kinda funny.  i wasnt being pointed towards you, (although i have said you stink in the past, hell, I have written it on walls!) it isnt about you.  and yes i am not stupid, looking back it can be seen as disatisfaction in all sorts of things, and yes it can apply to our relationship, but that was not its intent.

i stood there thinking about life and enjoying the breeze, and i watched the lilly sway, and it was so pretty, and i got another wiff of it, i so hate the smell of them, it was a funny conflict. but i did watch them sway. i couldnt look away.  if a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound..  if the bear shits in the woods and no one is around to smell it, does it still smell. I was baffeled that I was still staring at my lilly and admiring it, and thought it funny, does it know… does it care… ultimately I realized it didnt matter, it just existed.   

a little while later i wandered into the grocery and walked right by you, i wanted to reach out, but i have no words.  you are hurt, (im learning more and more so daily).  what could i say?! i was unsettled, its odd to be so close, i could have touched your hair, and yet i remained un noticed. i walked by and found piece in it all, i assumed you really didnt see me, and i looked over my shoulder while i was banking and watched you, long, lean, strong yet with a gracefull sway back and forth as you bagged groceries. you looked like a lilly. and i was entranced. weather I was there or not, it didn’t matter,  i couldnt look away.  you existed and were looking good,   thats my big sin here.  

i would hope that you would know that i would never “out” lilly.  i am not like that, or i would hope you would remember that.  you were just the flower.  You outed your alter ego, not me. there was no mallice in my statement, i simply watched you bag groceries and remarked that you looked strong swaying there..   sure there was no actual wind to push you, but you looked strong and full  of grace. i was in love and impressed and sad, but ultimatly i decided that you would floourish in your own garden and that made me smile.  no mallace in  my

heart, words, or actions.  i left you to yourself, i left the building and i left a small smilie face on the window of your car. a smilie face without the childish addition of a tongue sticking out.  a damn gesture of peace .  perhaps you missed that.

no, i did not stalk you, i wouldnt. i have not been looking for you, or following you, i have not been by the house with you there or away since the last time i told you i was picking up my stuff.

i am greatly upset that you feel a need to fear me.  what the hell did we have for 14 years? i would hope that i might still earn the bennefit of the doubt with regards to safety at the bare minimum.  right now i dont like you, but i love you and would take a bullet for you, i couldnt even dream of harming you.  this is breaking my heart, what changed , who have you become?  why do you have these fears, and how can I put them to rest.  I don’t agree with your fears but if they are real for you I would like to get to the bottom of them so you can be happy.  

when people come to me asking whats going on with you, i dont know what to say.  People telling me that you have a fear of me, and i dont know why?  i am immensely saddened by all of this.  you had the love of a spouse and the love of a peer and the love of parrent, i don’t know what changed in your head where you would have a fear of me.  I only know these things because people have come to me concerned, you apparently have blocked me from some of your posts. , why I don’t know.. for your “safety” I guess?  but this is all drama lama right now.

if you are concerned you could have and should have come to me , unless I am truly thought of as a danger.?

and damn it, we are still humans, you could have spoken to me rather than publicly say thay you dont want to embarass me by posting publicly. because you  really did  publicly embarass me.  and sure if it was for your safety, i guess thats fine, ill take the hit, but truly there is nothing to worry about. i am not the enemy.  and i dont want to be seen as one.  

this looks like airing dirty laundry, and i dont like it.  frankly i am hurt and pissed off and wildly angry to be accused of any sort of interference to your happiness. i have done nothing but respect your wishes. i dont talk about our life or issues to anyone, let alone in public.

what you did was wrong on so many levels, yet my primary concern is you are hurt.  and i truly feel horrible if my words or actions put you in that state.  but for fucks sake, i think you are bringing a little too much to the party.  and no this isn’t about discounting your fears. it is about allaying them.  or that’s what I am trying to do.

rather than think im refering to lillies you choose to think i am outing you, or trying to make you

uncomfortable. that first post was about a stinkingly beautiful flower and my realization .. i was amusing myself, read into it what you will, thats on you.  the second post, yes i watched you, that is bound to happen when we shop at the same grocery.  forgive me but it was sureal to see you not seeing me. but there was no threat in my tone or my words. my refering to you as a lilly was a complement, remember no one knows about your alter ego, i could have said a rose, but you are no rose.  you were just like that lilly i had been watching earlier in the evening. so fuck me for refering to you in a positive way, at least i didnt publicly say i feared you ?!  honestly to think I referred to you as lilly because I thought it would make you uncomfortable is insane and saddening.  if I had wanted to out you I could have, but that’s not me.  I have not used my knowledge of lilly to hurt you, while I may not always understood her I have done my best to

respect her.  perhaps even support?!  I dont have the time or energy to try to get you with little things like that.  I have no reason to, how would it serve me??  you just resembled the lilly I had been watching, that’s all. no hidden meanings.  why would I ? why would you believe I would do that?  seriously, WHY would you think that of me.  i have not done so in the past.  I feel like you have no idea who I am , and that who I was, was wasted and lost.  

you can leave the apartment but don’t destroy the place on the way out the door. if you know what im saying..

i am so pained that you would rather think of me as a stalker rather than someone who peacefully disengaged. admired from afar, making lemmonaide out of a situation that might have been tough for either of us.  i am of no danger. i am no stalker, dont flatter yourself.  and yeah i know that sounds harsh, but i have no interest in stalking you.

people ask if you are having a  bi polar moment and i reply, “no, .. she is feeling something real”, what and why i dont know, but i truly feel for you. i defend you… i dont bash your name, and i decided that if you wanted to end the relationship i would rather look back on it as the best years i have ever had, than look at it for what it is becoming.  a sewer where i lack basic trust.  i view us as family, i most always will, so suck it up, i will not be your enemy.  i dont know why you want to make me one?  i care for you, your mental and physical health, and while clearly i am not the best for you i stand by my stated mission to love you and treat you fairly.

im my ideal world you will publicly retract your postings, .. so people don’t think i am a psycho, but likely you will find fault in this wild rambling of hurt and anger and it will solidify your need to demonize me.

ending the relationship hurt, but this crushed me to the core.  i have no other words. i am so sorry it has come to this. i wish nothing but the best for you.  im embarassed, hummiliated at the accusations yet still my concern is for you.  you are hurt, and clearly confused, and i wish it were any other way for you. you dont need to end things in fear. it pisses me off and clearly isnt good for you.  please remember who we were to each other and realize i cant hurt you.  i am sure i have caused you pain but i have never done anything deleberatly that i thought would hurt you. you mattered too damn much.

please think about this,and if there is anything i can do to make you feel safe again,please let me know. if you can,  if its not too far gone and cemented in your head. i cant sleep knowing what you think of me. and yeah, im also a little pissed.  "fear and uncertanty" are real.. i get it, but i am beyond crushed as well, yeah, its not about me,, i get it.. but understand where i stand. in my mind this is a break from the expected, and a break from reality. I truly don’t intend this to insult you, but this seems like a little break from reality and it concerns me.

now go back and re read that with a smile on my face and love in my heart.  

no seriously, do it !.. please do not see this as a slight , it is straight up concern and love for you. its like you are creating a demon and I don’t know why..  and there is no reason to insult you, and there is a huge risk in saying this, and there is no gain for me what so ever,  so ask yourself if this is an insult or perhaps you can try to see the concern in my  "voice".

if you are truly fearful, what can i do for you.  you say you have people and safeguards in place.. wow i feel like a villan now.  is there anyone you are talking to that perhaps  i can talk to? let them know you are not at risk, perhaps they can make you feel safer if they talk to me,  not like that would be awkward or anything , but seriously, can i CV Vc  talk to your shrink?  [NAME WITHHELD] perhaps?  forward this to them, post it publicly if you like.  

 part of my concern is people love you and want to protect you, but if they only see your fears, while supporting you, they might feed into a negative feedback loop and in turn give you justification and reinforce your fears.

be well,

(inside, outside, upside-down)

[NAME WITHHELD]

[youdeservedegrading]

Ownership

As we all know by now, tumblr is taking away blogs like Mine. This is a short-sighted and morally indefensible move, but that’s not why I wanted to post before the end.

No, I wanted to post because in these waning moments it’s time to say something I have been holding back. Anyone who’s read My blog in the last few months knows that I have been consistently referencing a “her,” but I have not been more specific. Frankly, we had both been enjoying using tumblr as one facet of our relationship, but with that facet going away I wanted to brag about exactly what I’ve had for so long.

@Yeslillylillylove is My Owned and collared slave. We met through tumblr, so at least something good came out of all this. Frankly…she’s completely amazing, and you all should absolutely be jealous.

I am almost struggling for the words to encapsulate in a post what I have now. This website and this world are full of pretenders and disappointments, and she is neither. She is a true submissive, My true submissive, and one of the best and brightest people I have ever met. Any of you who gets to look at her is looking up to do so, and yet she has joyfully and rightfully found her place kneeling at My feet.

P.S. I posted this before, and showed off some pictures of her, because it pleased Me to do so. Unfortunately, of course, that means that post is going to go away in the coming days, and I don’t want these words, the testament to important thing in My life, to go away. So I am posting without pictures, so that anyone who looks can see that she is Mine, no matter what, and it is good.

[youdeservedegrading]

3 Rules

That’s all it takes. Everything else is details. Glorious details, often, but details.

1. Only I Own you.

2. Keep safe what is Mine.

3. Do your best.

She always follows all three, she is never a failure, and she’s always Mine. Because I am the one who decides.

[youdeservedegrading]

Another Lesson

I’ve been doing more writing like this here recently, and with good reason. Understanding and articulating what it means to be a human who moves in these spaces is complicated for someone like Me, and if it’s hard for Me then I know how desperately My guidance must be needed.

Today, I want to address something that I’ve been asked about. Everyone’s heard of kink-shaming, and while the definition fluctuates it’s roughly articulated around “Ew, how can someone be turned on by X? What’s wrong with people like that?”  Barring the kinds of things that hurt the defenseless (and I’m not going to get specific because that is so very much not the point of this post), this is a stupid argument. Consenting adults can do consenting adult things, go with God. It’s good to be clear that it is a stupid argument, but most people who have a shamed kink know that even if they may still struggle in the “why *do* I like this?” space.

Having said that, it’s not the question I want to address. Labelling a behavior is useful because it makes it easier to talk about, but it’s also limiting. Talking about being kink-shamed puts some level of fence around the shame as being tied to the kink. Yes, that can include “What’s wrong with you?” It can be and is a bigger judgement than just about that specific kink. But even so, it can be tempting, even subconsciously, to shrink the issue down to “they aren’t critiquing all of me, just the parts around this one kinky facet. They see me as a person with a specific problem.” But the thing is, that’s not what they’re saying.

What they’re saying is “Liking this doesn’t just mean you have one broken part. It means you are fucked up as a person, and the rest of you is suspect or invalid. How can you have real happiness or calm or love when you like X (and Y and Z)?” And that can hit home, I get it. Society tells us that “when it’s real you won’t fuck, you’ll make love.” That being wild and freaky are the products of youthful experimentation at best and trauma at worst which you grow out of when you grow up. And so you hit that certain moment when someone, not even someone “vanilla” but someone just a little too sure that their version of “extra” is the right version, calls you out for being something they aren’t, and the doubt resonates.

Fuck.

That.

Noise.

You can have the best, sweetest, most tender, most sincere love and romance imaginable while being incredibly twisted. They can exist in the same person and the same relationship, in combination, in parallel, or both. Wanting these things does not make you less than. It does not make you broken. You are not pretending to feel real emotions because you also like to get used or do the using. Your love is not fraudulent because the Man you love also likes to piss on you. Your love is not a lie if He lets you fuck with other people. There is no version of desire (within what I said before) that precludes you from feeling all those things as well.

I know that was a lot of setup for a much more focused payoff, but I want to be unambiguous. People will jump through all kinds of mental and emotional hoops to make you feel like shit. They’ll qualify and twist and make exceptions and explain how what they’re doing is fine, and what you’re doing means you’re broken.

And the answer to all that effort is “fuck off.” You can be truly depraved and truly in love, and it’s just that simple.

P.S. And just to be clear? Not everyone with an outer layer of kink has a soft, nougaty center. Being kinky does not mean someone can’t also be a messed up person, and it’s sure as hell doesn’t give them a free pass from being rightfully seen as an asshole or an abuser. They just aren’t those things *because* they’re kinky. Don’t get confused.

[beautyandmotivation]

[youdeservedegrading]

“If I twist my spine like this, maybe He’ll notice that I’m a person and not just a nice ass.”

Wrong.

[youdeservedegrading]

Language Lesson

One thing I notice, as a Man and an Owner, is how complex language can be, particularly in this space. And right now, for reasons that are exactly none of your business, I want to talk about “good.”

“Good girl.” “I want to be good for You.” “I’m trying to be better.”  Being “good” means two things for a sub (a label I use in the broadest possible sense for the purpose of this discussion, this is not about titles.) They’re both real, but they are not equally important.

The first one is the one that’s obvious on tumblr. It’s happy and slutty and eager and dripping and enthusiastic, or whatever else one envisions getting from the toy you hope to shove your cock into or being in order to get a cock shoved in you. It’s the kind of “good” that seems out of reach when you’re sick or tired or grumpy or busy or angry. “If I’m not His brand of pleasurable fucktoy at all times, I’m not being good for Him.”

And yeah, there’s something there. Do I want her to be sick? No. Do I want her to be upset? No. Do I want her to be happy and horny and ready to have whatever kind of fun I feel like having? Of course. And so it’s good to aim for her to be healthier and happier and to do what we can, Owner and sub, to minimize those times. For Your pleasure and her well-being. But it’s not the important kind of good.

The important kind of “good” is the second kind. The kind that’s about devotion. That kind that’s about what it means to give up your power to Someone else. It’s about giving whatever you have to give, and listening to Him when He says it’s enough. You can be good when you’re sick.  You can be good when you’re tired. You can be good when you’re grumpy or busy or angry. None of those things have the slightest possible impact.

Because being good in the way that matters most is not about being at perfect fucktoy levels all the time. It’s about giving yourself up to Him. It’s about not holding back. It’s about saying “this is all there is, and frankly I don’t think it’s in great shape at the moment, and maybe I’ll be surprised if You want it, but here it is anyway.” It’s about knowing that your devotion to Him and His ownership of you don’t stop when things get a little less fun, or a lot less.

If you’re Mine, and you *are* Mine, then you’re My good girl. I don’t say that because I don’t hold you to a high standard. I say it because I trust you that much.

You’re welcome.

[oldmasterlovehurts]

Repeat after me...

Subbies.

Always.

Have.

Ultimate.

Veto.

Power.

[youdeservedegrading]

I am, at some point, likely to post some more original captions here. But in the meantime, maybe you’ll learn something.

Because this post is wrong. And I get that it comes from a good place, but it’s incomplete, which is the most dangerously seductive kind of wrong.

Both (or more, you crazy kids).

People.

Have.

Veto.

Power.

[youdeservedegrading]

From the notes: mlhcomments

“The doms push the limits. The subbies put the cap on the limits. I stand by my original post. When a subbie says it's really far enough, that's the end.”

This is so wrong on so many levels, and hiding behind the fact that the last sentence is true doesn’t change that.

“’Doms’ push the limits” implies that doms don’t HAVE limits. Which is toxic and dangerous. A “subbie” could ask a dom for something the dom doesn’t want to give. The dom has veto power too.

Also, doms can set limits. Doms can be in control. Doms can be the backstop to a sub’s desire for exploration and limit-pushing. 

“Subs have veto power” is true. It’s not a cheat code to apply one specific perspective and power dynamic to all D/s relationships.

[oldmasterlovehurts]

Repeat after me...

Subbies.

Always.

Have.

Ultimate.

Veto.

Power.

[youdeservedegrading]

I am, at some point, likely to post some more original captions here. But in the meantime, maybe you’ll learn something.

Because this post is wrong. And I get that it comes from a good place, but it’s incomplete, which is the most dangerously seductive kind of wrong.

Both (or more, you crazy kids).

People.

Have.

Veto.

Power.

[yeslillylillylove]

Things that are not compliments:

You’re so smart—why do you do such stupid stuff?

You’re so empathetic—it’s weird how bad you are at understanding me.

You’re so professional—why are you the world’s worst communicator?

You’re so insightful—why do you think you’re so fucking crazy?

You’re so strong—but you’ll never make it on your own.

You can do anything—but you’re bound to fail if you keep doing so much.

You’re wonderful—but you’ll never find anyone who loves you like I love you.

You know what you want—but if you leave, you’ll regret it forever.

[youdeservedegrading]

I am better than her.

And I don’t know you, but I don’t need to. She is better than you. You’re playing for third.

And frankly, after the day I’ve had, I couldn’t care less if you bother to play at all.

[youdeservedegrading]

Inspiration for 2018

If you can’t ever impress Me, you’re so much more boring to look down on. If you can’t, in just the smallest way, prove that you have something to offer other than your gender, why should I bother to pick you out of the crowd?

So if you’re in the crowd...do better, or get left behind. It’s that simple.

[youdeservedegrading]

“#metoo”

It annoys Me to no end that I keep feeling compelled to write these posts, but here we are anyway.

I’m not going to write about how all the males (it’s mostly males) who abuse and harass women and girls (it’s mostly women and girls) are monsters and criminals and just generally shit human beings. They are, of course, but you can read about that somewhere else.

No, what I want to point out, what I see particularly clearly from My particular corner of the universe is how unspeakably pathetic they are. That’s the big kicker. If you have to harass a woman, if you have to use your position of authority, if you have to prey on a child to get what you want, it’s just pitiful.

My blog here is completely anonymous. Other than My gender and nationality, there’s nothing to identify Me. I have no ability to force anyone to do anything from this vantage point, even if I wanted to.

And from that vantage point, I’ve gotten things that would shatter your godforsaken little minds. With nothing but a well-articulated kink and the ability to have a conversation and understand what’s happening, I’ve proven exactly what real power looks like. I could put the control I’ve exercised starting from this blog up against any experience on the planet and not be found wanting.

And these alleged examples of My gender can’t get laid unless they threaten to fire someone, and only then if they have the support of an entire fucking system built to shield them from consequences? What an unspeakable joke.

Like I said, I’m not going to talk about evil. I’m not going to talk about fantasy versus reality, about touching the limits of darkness, even real darkness, with the right exploration partners. You wouldn’t understand it anyway.

I’m simply going to say this: if you have to rig the deck to get what you want, maybe it’s time to sit the game out. You’re embarrassing everyone who knows how to play.

[youdeservedegrading]

please come back

Oh yeah, that’s persuasive.

It’s lazy bullshit like this (among many other things) that’s turned what used to be enjoyable misogyny into unrelenting misanthropy. When you combine this website being a continual disappointment with the shit-show going on in the world outside, it’s no wonder I don’t even bother. None of you deserve it.

[youdeservedegrading]

I get your fantasy stuff, but damn, you ever wonder how many guys like James Deen read these captions and actually believe that abusing women outside fantasy is okay because they aren't respectable? Do you ever wonder if reinforcing a binary view of women and submissiveness isn't having an effect in the world? It's not a pleasant thought, but as men I think we need to consider it...

No, I don’t wonder about that. It’s very simple: males only have two ways to get what they want from women.  The first is that the women have low standards because they’ve never met a real Man and don’t know what they’re missing or because the lack of real Men frustrates them to the point that they settle. The second is force, whether it’s drugs, muscle, blackmail, or whatever else.

That’s where the non-consensual abuse of women comes from, not from My words.  A Man can get what He wants from almost any woman purely through persuasion and His own strength of personality, and He knows that a woman who ultimately turns Him down is the one who is going to miss out.  He, on the other hand, simply moves on to one of the myriad other eager toys waiting for their turn.  Sometimes women make the wrong choice, and a Man is self-assured enough that it doesn’t bother Him.

Males can’t do that, so they lash out.  It’s pathetic and weak.  They want something they can’t earn, so they try to take it.  That desperation didn’t come from reading My words, it came from being worthless.

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Before I come back...

I want to be clear about My stance on recent events. Long-time followers will know that I don’t think the biggest problem in our society has anything to do with women. The biggest problem we have right now is males who think that having a cock makes them Men. So before I start writing things that get everyone all confused, let’s get a few things clear:

Being stronger than a woman doesn’t make you a Man.

Being in a position of authority doesn’t make you a Man.

Knowing you have friends to protect you from your mistakes doesn’t make you a Man.

Taking advantage of a woman who has no choice doesn’t make you a Man.

Being a Man means that she wants to serve you. She knows you’re her superior, because you demonstrate it. Be smarter, be more in control of yourself and your surroundings, know what you want, know what she needs. 

Yes, the dynamics can be complicated. Yes, she might want or need you to open her eyes. And yes, it’s possible in the short term to fake it, but never in the long term. The truth is, if you don’t understand the difference, you’re not a Man and you’re not going to become one. Know your place, and stop acting like you’re special.

This blog is going to play with these themes. I’ll make posts that seem to contradict My rules. Those posts are fantasies for people smart enough to know the difference.

Any questions?

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