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So simple.

Feminism appreciation post 😇🤭

Honestly!!!

Silly, confused little feminists just don't get it

Writing boring 200 page books about the origins of the patriarchy and sexual hierarchy or the dialectic of sex or whatever - all so they can avoid acknowledging the most basic, obvious, straightforward explanation:

Men are in charge, because they're just better.

women aren't, because they're dumber and weaker.

Feminism is dead. Over. a silly experiment. A footnote in history.

A pie-in-the-sky dream that foolishly tried to defeat real, measurable, unstoppable power.

Men won.

feminism lost.

Lucky for you, losing to Men is what being a woman is all about.

Go ahead. Enjoy it. Spread your pretty, soft little legs and show your gratitude. Good girl.

Doesn’t being a needy mess for Men sound like way more fun than fighting the patriarchy?

Lesbians! Remember that it's perfectly fine to let your femboy friends use your mouth, pussy and ass for sexual relief! Coating your in- and outsides in gross, stinking femboy cum is just their way of showing their appreciation for the lesbian community. Wear it proudly! Be a good dyke!

Before: "I'm a dyke, I don't suck dick!" After: "Glk-glk-glk-glk-glk..."

There is something about what the previous annon said. Following a pretty boy to the bathroom. Making your moves on him making him blush. Pining him on the wall. Making him look at you with his hazy eyes and red cheeks. Forcing a kiss on him. Making his knees tremble. Slowly groping his body, stripping him piece by piece. Licking his neck, kissing his body untill you get to his crotch. Stopping for a little. Looking him up in his watery eyes and demanding him to beg. Beg for your lesbian lips to makeout with his cock. Kissing his manhood tenderly. Making a mess out of him. Slurping all of his prettyboy cum. Pining the note with your phone number with a lesbian pride pin on his underwear. Yk dyke stuff.

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Thats pretty hot!

listening to an audiobook of feminist theory while the wet, breathless, desperate sounds of a woman moaning like crazy getting fucked into the floor by a man plays at the same time in another tab 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I see many of these type of pics going around and wonder how many women live this way as a part of their lives? What it would be like to be reduced to this state of submission and vulnerability? Depending on my master to feed me, pet me, and make me feel good. Obeying his commands without question, only wearing what pleases him and only learning behaviours he enjoys. I would like to keep a level of intelligence that allows me to recognize that I have been reduced to a household pet, but dumbed down enough to not be able to ever go back to my former self.

Oh. You thought this was just a kink? That you could stop any time you wanted?

Why is your cunt so wet right now at the mere thought of a man penetrating you then? Why does it give you a thrill you never thought you could feel. I know you have been getting the best orgasms of your life out of it. Even if you feel disgusted after.

Don't lie darling. Its digging into your brain. Youre aching to submit to a man. Let him have you. Let him break you. Become his little ex dyke slut.

You keep cumming and cumming and edging and edging to it and its rewiring your brain and at this point you dont care do you darling.

You told yourself you can stop any time you want to, but you keep coming back for more. Just give in darling. Let go. Surrender.

It feels too good to want to ever stop 🤍

I keep telling people im literally brainwashing them and they seem shocked that I'm actually doing it

But they never tell me to stop ^_^

making eye contact with ur own self as ur getting ruined in front of a mirror. being held in place and seeing how pathetic and teary u are as they force u to cum on their fingers again and again and u beg and beg them to give u a break but they know ur such a slut that u love it.

Making you systematically betray each of your principles with your tits out and a dumb smile on your face

I explained what asexuality is to a guy friend and he made the point that if asexual people still have sex despite not being physically attracted to the person, then a lesbian could have sex with a guy and still be a lesbian.

It made a little too much sense and I’m now in my first friends with benefits situation. I’ve only asked him over during that period of time I get crazy horny (I think when I’m ovulating?) but yeah. He hasn’t been the one to initiate since that first time but now I’ve found your blog I kind of want him to…it’s probably just the breeding kink though

Sorry to laugh, anon, but “It made a little too much sense” is kind of hilarious. One flimsy argument about your sexuality was all that was standing in the way between you and getting fucked by a man? You must’ve felt so embarrassed when he poked such a massive hole in it… this is why you were denying your body what it so clearly wants every month? I can’t imagine the relief you felt when he finally showed you a loophole… except there are still some lingering doubts, aren’t there?

I’ll give you some advice, anon: let go of that guilt and hesitation, and go right ahead and ask for what you want. It might humiliate you to say it, but that’s just even more fun, isn’t it? Tell him the truth: that you don’t care if you’re a lesbian, your body just craves his cock. Tease him if you like, or beg him for it if the last of your shame is already gone, but either way, tell him that you’re on the menu the next time he wants you… and once his body wants yours as badly as you do his, he’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.

DH®️

All the positions

👉🏼 More content here

Them: ex-dyke-straight-girl with your abilities you could help cure mental health problems

Me: I dont want to cure mental health problems I want to break dykes ^_^

Sure, tell people im an evil mind control lady, that will only make me more popular 🤍

“Umm, what was I doing again?“ Ever since the seminar, Melanie had been finding it hard to remember things. The seminar itself was good; Melanie remembered really enjoying the speaker, which was a bit of a surprise. Usually, the people the university brought in for these “Women’s Empowerment” seminars were quite boring.

This time, however, it was… different. She wasn’t sure exactly why. Melanie couldn’t put her finger on what it was about the speaker that stood out so much. She actually couldn’t remember much of anything about him. She just remembered him being so… good to listen to. 

“Hi Melanie.” A man’s voice called out to her. She turned to see someone approaching her. She didn’t recognize him, but decided to stop anyways.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Melanie asked the man. She thought he was very handsome. The very definition of tall, dark, and mysterious. He looked a little older… maybe a Senior at the school. He seemed familiar to her, as if she had met him somewhere before… a frat party maybe.

“It’s Chris.” The said matter of factly and in a way that made Melanie feel as if she was silly for not knowing. 

“Um, I’m sorry. I can’t seem to remember you.” The confused co-ed looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. 

“We met after your seminar last month. I was speaking at it.” Chris said with a sly smile. “You don’t remember?”

“No,” Melanie admitted, “I mean, I remember the seminar. And the speaker was really good. But I didn’t recognize you. I’ve been having a bit of a tough time remembering things lately. I’m so sorry.”

Chris laughed and touched Melanie on the shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re just a dumb little girl. No one expects you to remember anything important.”

A sudden rage ignited inside Melanie. She wanted to tear this guy apart for saying something so disgustingly chauvinistic. Just as she was about to open her mouth and yell, however, something in her brain stopped her. It was like a switch had been flipped and, suddenly, her anger completely disappeared. 

He is right; she thought, I’m a dumb little girl. I can’t remember important things. Wait… why did I just say that….

“Confused, Melanie?” Chris interrupted her thoughts. “It’s okay. You don’t need to understand.”

“I….” She struggled to find words. Everything he said sounded so… true. His words becoming her gospel. “I… don’t need to understand?…” Her voice trailing off at the end, making it sound like more of a statement than a question

“That’s right, Melanie.” He put his hand on the side of her face; the tips of his finger at her temples. His touch sent dull waves of compliance through her, leaving her more vulnerable to his words. “You’re my mindless hypno-slave. I am your Master.”

Melanie blinked before her eyes entered into a blank stare. “I am your mindless hypno-slave. You are my Master.”

“Good girl. Now, follow me. It’s time to bring you home.”

Lesbian flag? Oh, that's just a convenient rope for choking or tying up a dyke to keep it from getting away from your cock 🥰 can't have a pet escape before it's trained, right?

i am a straight girl 🤍 dykes arent real 🤍 its okay to be straight 🤍

i am a straight girl 🤍 dykes arent real 🤍 its okay to be straight 🤍

i am a straight girl 🤍 dykes arent real 🤍 its okay to be straight 🤍

i am a straight girl 🤍 dykes arent real 🤍 its okay to be straight 🤍

day dreaming about asking a male friend shyly if I can try sucking cock. I'm still a dyke, obviously, but I've always wanted to try. He would definitely protest at first, but eventually he'd give in right?

The first time I wouldn't be able to do much other than hesitantly kiss and lick it, not getting him off. He'd worm his fingers through my hair, but i make him promise that he won't force me. I get braver each time, taking a little more and more, a constant tease in his mind.

It won't last long until he's fully fucking my throat, my head pinned against the wall and his hips, drool and tears streaming down my chin and cheeks as he brutalizes my face. Something in me snaps when his hot cum pulses into my stomach, and when he finally pulls me limp and crying off his cock, I practically beg him to take my gold star.

Welcome to Harmony Vale

The town of Harmony Vale sat nestled in a serene valley, its pastel-painted houses reflecting sunlight like pearls under an endless blue sky. Birds sang year-round, children laughed in immaculate parks, and neighbors greeted one another with wide, genuine smiles. It was a utopia, a place where anger, discontent, and bitterness didn’t seem to exist.

Everyone knew the truth: this perfection was carefully cultivated.

At the center of Harmony Vale stood the Equinox Chamber, a sleek, cylindrical building of glass and steel, and the heart of the town’s transformation process. Within its walls lay the Harmony Process, a procedure that reshaped its applicants in both body and mind.

It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t hidden. The volunteers came willingly, after years on the waiting list, drawn to the promise of a perfect life, Free of their worst flaws and imbued with kindness, patience, and beauty. They would still be themselves, but better.

“This is it,” said Claire, standing beside Ethan at the Chamber’s entrance. They were young, both in their mid-twenties, and both had waited nearly three years for their turn.

Claire glanced nervously at her reflection in the polished door. She brushed her hand through her chestnut hair, her eyes flicking to Ethan. “How do you think we’ll look? You think you’ll still recognize me?”

Ethan grinned, slipping his hand into hers. “Of course. You’ll still be Claire. You’ll just be… more Claire. Perfect Claire.”

That was the promise, after all. The Process didn’t erase memories or rewrite identities. People still loved the same things, had the same passions and talents.

But the Chamber reached deep into the mind and body, like a master sculptor sanding away sharp edges and imperfections: anger, stubbornness, jealousy, insecurity. Every anti-social behavior or intrusive thought smoothed away. The body, too, was perfected, healthier, fitter, a vision of natural beauty. And all of it consensual.

“You’re not nervous?” Claire asked.

Ethan hesitated, but only for a moment. “Of course I am. But we’re doing this for us, right? You’ve said it yourself: no more stupid fights. No more self-doubt. We’ll be happy. Isn’t that what matters?”

She smiled softly and squeezed his hand. “Yeah. Happy.”

A guide greeted them in the Chamber’s lobby. She wore a lavender dress that matched her serene expression and spoke with the practiced calm of someone who had long shed the weight of discontent. Her name tag read Madeline.

“Welcome to your first day of Harmony,” Madeline said warmly. “You’ll enter the Chamber separately, but the results will speak for themselves. Remember, the Process only enhances what’s already there. You’ll feel lighter. Freer. It’s like meeting your best self, and you deserve that.”

Claire swallowed hard as Madeline led them down a gleaming hallway to a set of doors. Claire’s to the left, Ethan’s to the right.

“See you soon,” Ethan said softly, giving Claire’s hand one final squeeze.

Inside her room, Claire found the machine, a reclining chair beneath a halo of soft, golden light. Screens projected words around the room: peace, love, kindness, trust. She could hear faint music — a soothing hum that felt like a lullaby. Her nerves began to ease. She lay down and closed her eyes.

The machine purred to life. A voice, soft and warm, whispered inside her head.

“Claire Thompson. You have chosen Harmony.”

Colors swirled behind her eyelids, soft greens and blues, melting into one another. She felt a warmth spreading through her chest, a sense of deep release, as if someone were gently lifting heavy weights from her soul.

The voice continued. “We will nurture your kindness. We will soothe your anxieties. Your patience, your love, your joy. These will flourish. The burdens you carry, resentment, fear, anger will no longer trouble you. You will be free.”

For a moment, Claire thought of her flaws, the sharp words spoken in arguments, the way she let jealousy twist her stomach, the nights spent crying over her imperfections.

And then… they were gone. Like whispers carried away by the wind.

She felt herself smiling.

Hours later, Claire stood outside the Chamber with Ethan. They looked at each other in awe.

Claire’s features were softer now, her skin smooth and glowing, her posture poised yet relaxed. Ethan’s shoulders were broader, his face more symmetrical, his eyes clear and bright. And yet, they were undeniably themselves.

Ethan smiled at her, tears glistening in his eyes. “You’re beautiful.” Claire touched his cheek, a bubbling joy rising within her. She could feel the love she’d always had for him, only now it was unclouded.

Pure.

“So are you,” she said softly.

They walked hand-in-hand out of the Chamber, greeted by cheers from the town. Friends they hadn’t met yet waved to them from immaculate lawns. Somewhere in the distance, music played.

A plaque at the edge of the square caught Claire’s eye. It read:

“In Harmony Vale, we become who we were always meant to be.”

Claire breathed in the fragrant air of the valley. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel the heaviness of her flaws weighing her down. There were no dark whispers in her mind. No fear of the future.

She looked at Ethan and smiled.

“Welcome home,” he said.

And in that perfect town, under that perfect sky, Claire knew he was right.