ranierean
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When you meet enough people, it becomes hard to say that this unease, this feeling of a fundamental lack, the misery, the hopelessness, is exclusively or even chiefly male. Fat chicks exist, ethnic chicks exist, older chicks exist. When you’re around one you definitely feel this all-familiar sense of defeat. This thing before you is just… unviable. They’re angry and broken and have no language for it–just something tedious to the tune of men, supposedly, being “porn-brained.”
It’s hard to imagine normies fucking. You see a couple and you think, “these two deserve each other, but in a sort of… cowardly way, like, they ‘need’ each other simply because they’d (somehow) be even more miserable as their independent subunits–the only reason that they click is because they’re ugly.” I’d watch them mount and slobber on each other–see them try to mimic their already dull ideas of fleeting life and passion–out of a perverted taste and scientific curiosity, if nothing else.
I'm never going to invite or generate attraction. Superlatives, the absolutes, they usually obfuscate the point, but in my case it’s just a thing of banking on the unlikely edges of the already fragile self-perception of “being there” and “hanging on”. No surgeon could ever help me, and maybe even if I shouldn’t say that all my what ifs and buts have been completely exhausted–it’s still a bit too late for most of that. I’m already old. Old enough to be a parent to the vast majority of the userbase here. I don’t think they’d hire me anywhere.
It’s hard to imagine normies fucking. You see a couple and you think, “these two deserve each other, but in a sort of… cowardly way, like, they ‘need’ each other simply because they’d (somehow) be even more miserable as their independent subunits–the only reason that they click is because they’re ugly.” I’d watch them mount and slobber on each other–see them try to mimic their already dull ideas of fleeting life and passion–out of a perverted taste and scientific curiosity, if nothing else.
I'm never going to invite or generate attraction. Superlatives, the absolutes, they usually obfuscate the point, but in my case it’s just a thing of banking on the unlikely edges of the already fragile self-perception of “being there” and “hanging on”. No surgeon could ever help me, and maybe even if I shouldn’t say that all my what ifs and buts have been completely exhausted–it’s still a bit too late for most of that. I’m already old. Old enough to be a parent to the vast majority of the userbase here. I don’t think they’d hire me anywhere.
