Off-Topic People admitting to their disgusting porn in the Nick threads Hall of shame - For some reason this is way more common than it should be

[lemonsensei]

Look man everyone jerks off but I don't need to know about it. Don't ask. don't tell. Simple as.

Unfortunately too many people enjoy telling.

 

[Samson Pumpkin Jr.]

women are so cute and smart. I love women, I might get one for myself. Women need training. Sometimes they bite me. The passive method to stop it just didn’t seem to have much affect on her, but the active method of beating made her stop in no time. I’m hopeful that I can continue to change the behaviour of women to make play time more enjoyable.

 

[trickyzerg23]

Yes, when I was going through puberty I got those urges to watch a ton of gay porn.
Clearly that gay porn turned me gay.

Correct, that's what happened to me too. The urge to watch a ton of gay porn was because

Spoiler: Genuine PL

I have a chest deformity called Pectus Excavatum. This means my chest caves in and, combined with my scrawniness and shyness, made me a prime bullying target in locker rooms and other places. Guys would shove me against the wall, throw things at me, etc. Eventually it started to turn me on, which was definitely a survival mechanism in order to accept the unacceptable. You probably felt inadequate about your manhood growing up and therefore sought out gay porn. You want to consume men sexually to ingest their manliness, but it doesn't work, it just makes you a fag. Best of luck in repenting.

 

[byuu]

Correct, that's what happened to me too. The urge to watch a ton of gay porn was because

Spoiler: Genuine PL

I have a chest deformity called Pectus Excavatum. This means my chest caves in and, combined with my scrawniness and shyness, made me a prime bullying target in locker rooms and other places. Guys would shove me against the wall, throw things at me, etc. Eventually it started to turn me on, which was definitely a survival mechanism in order to accept the unacceptable. You probably felt inadequate about your manhood growing up and therefore sought out gay porn. You want to consume men sexually to ingest their manliness, but it doesn't work, it just makes you a fag. Best of luck in repenting.

Do you have a newsletter I can subscribe to?

 

[trickyzerg23]

Do you have a newsletter I can subscribe to?

It's right here in this thread. If I could, I'd blog on my profile, but that was removed. My rights to delete and edit posts were revoked, too. The mods definitely enjoy this. They even restored posts I tried to delete. It is good they are so hooked on my content.

 

[byuu]

My rights to delete and edit posts were revoked, too.

The only true fags in this world are mods.
Keep up the good fight, my brother.

 

[trickyzerg23]

The only true fags in this world are mods.
Keep up the good fight, my brother.

I hope to provide all the lols of a lolcow but with a dollop of self-awareness. Provided it does not get me threadbanned, I will continue posting my newletters and blogs here, until such time as it grows tiresome to the readership. I found all the posts on my profile to be encouraging, particularly the ones intended to be discouraging! Such wonderful videos and memes. I understand the Farms is rooting for me. I love all of you.

 

[Sicko Hunter]

Dudes think that looking at millions of naked women all day everyday is normal and healthy but it's not. Even the most powerful men in history didn't have access to as many naked women as modern men do. It is literally rewiring their minds and they wonder why they can't get girlfriends and why they can't come.

I understand that is an addiction. I have seen lots of porn back in my day but I quit when I realised how bad it was getting and how much of a darker dose I needed to even feel anything.

The saddest part is whenever I see people try to bring up porn addiction outside of places like KF it gets dismissed as a Christian fundamentalist paranoia and mocked. I've also seen it labelled an "incel" talking point (Because of no fap I guess) which is really weird. Seems like no one is ready or willing accept the idea that unlimited amounts of 4k hardcore porn accessible 24/7 could be damaging.

 

[The Deep State]

You'll Motherfuckers need JesusView attachment 3325969

"yall need jaysus"
> Posts gif of naked women, in a coom thread

 

[Popper Whiting]

Apart from Tranny porn I think I know what else Nick Fuentes has been jerking it too, it will take some explaining.

>Nick argued that he'd rather have sex with a monkey
>Call himself and his movement Groypers
>Groypers are often identified by a frog avatar
>Google Monkey and Frog

Spoiler: Result

The boy needs therapy.

 

[Kenya Jones]

Its such a bizarre showing to see open trannies on KF considering how the tranny community at large hates the farms and blames the site for a few of their more famous faggots killing themselves. It's like open liberal gun owners joining gun communities and social media and take every opportunity they find to remind the regulars that they support the side that wants the community's eventual destruction.

It's called risk assessment, something gun owners should know well. You chose which one is less harmful to you, even when you know both are.

they hate themselves and KF validates them in their self hatred. this is why they interact with feminists who don't acknowledge gender, this is why they are upset all the time and it is also the reason why they come to KF

I just joined the farms long before I trooned. Plus, there is plenty of spaces on this site without anti-trans politisperging.

A tranny and also sperged out on A&N about how puberty blockers helped "trans" kids

And I'll do it again

 

[NynchLiggers]

And I'll do it again

Thanks for informing others about your deviancy. The effects of puberty blockers are already common knowledge here.

 

[trickyzerg23]

Spoiler: How I got bullied into being gay

Starting in the 8th grade, my untreated Celiac disease (which I didn't get diagnosed with until I was 17) caused horrific eruptions of cystic acne (boils and nodes) on my face. It is entirely different in character from normal teenage acne. My face, neck, and jaw looked like this (not a photo of me, I do not have ANY photos left over from high school, because I did not allow any to be taken with my face in that condition):


One day in Civics class at Mark Twain Middle School in Fairfax County, Virginia, where I was a "Quasar" enrolled in the gifted/honors program, a group of two or three girls had gathered around me to insult the appearance of my face. Yes, I was so friendless, ugly, and scrawny that even girls could insult me freely. The teacher, Mrs. Freeman (I wish I remembered the bitch's first name), also came up to me. She pointed at my face and said, "Ew, what's that?" I hope she has since died horribly.

This is also when I got shoved around in the locker room by Matthew Santens, who was later sent to a boarding school for troubled boys. It was one of those deals where two men come into your room in the middle of the night and basically abduct you, on orders from your parents. So he got what he deserved. He went into the hammock business for a while, and I suspect is dead now.

Moving on to 9th grade at a new school, I had the second-worst skin in the entire school--there was actually one kid whose pitted face was far worse than mine. But he and I were the only two people at Hayfield Secondary School in Alexandria, Virginia, with true and honest cystic acne. In cross country one day, a fellow runner threw a sharp object at me. It scratched my face open and I said, "I'm bleeding." He said, "Your face was already bleeding," in reference to the acne. People saw it happen, but nobody cared. Interestingly, his chest deformity was far worse than mine. He appeared to have Pectus Caritinum. In hindsight, I think he picked on me because I was almost as fucked up as he was, and he resented me for not being as completely fucked up as he was. If I remembered his name, I would dox him.

Throughout this time I was fixated on the physical appearance of my male classmates who weren't pimply and deformed like me. It was not true lust but wishing I could be what they were. Plus, I just wanted guys to be nice to me and to have some male friends, of which I had zero. So when I was finally diagnosed with Celiac, I quit gluten and my cysts were completely healed within a week, and they did not leave significant scarring. That was a miraculous intervention by Holy God. God healed my skin through the provision of dietary modification. This also resolved the bloating and allowed me to start gaining some weight and muscle.

From there, having transformed from an ugly teenager into a smooth-skinned and slim twink, the homosexual antics began when I enrolled at George Mason University in Fairfax, Virginia, where I dated Michael Horneffer, who works for the State Department and knowingly exposed me to HIV.

I repeat: Michael Andrew Horneffer, State Department employee, has HIV and knowingly exposed me to it.

I will continue doxing every person I hate. More tomorrow!

 

[Aria]

Spoiler: How I got bullied into being gay

Starting in the 8th grade, my untreated Celiac disease (which I didn't get diagnosed with until I was 17) caused horrific eruptions of cystic acne (boils and nodes) on my face. It is entirely different in character from normal teenage acne. My face, neck, and jaw looked like this (not a photo of me, I do not have ANY photos left over from high school, because I did not allow any to be taken with my face in that condition):

View attachment 3327197
One day in Civics class at Mark Twain Middle School in Fairfax County, Virginia, where I was a "Quasar" enrolled in the gifted/honors program, a group of two or three girls had gathered around me to insult the appearance of my face. Yes, I was so friendless, ugly, and scrawny that even girls could insult me freely. The teacher, Mrs. Freeman (I wish I remembered the bitch's first name), also came up to me. She pointed at my face and said, "Ew, what's that?" I hope she has since died horribly.

This is also when I got shoved around in the locker room by Matthew Santens, who was later sent to a boarding school for troubled boys. It was one of those deals where two men come into your room in the middle of the night and basically abduct you, on orders from your parents. So he got what he deserved. He went into the hammock business for a while, and I suspect is dead now.

Moving on to 9th grade at a new school, I had the second-worst skin in the entire school--there was actually one kid whose pitted face was far worse than mine. But he and I were the only two people at Hayfield Secondary School in Alexandria, Virginia, with true and honest cystic acne. In cross country one day, a fellow runner threw a sharp object at me. It scratched my face open and I said, "I'm bleeding." He said, "Your face was already bleeding," in reference to the acne. People saw it happen, but nobody cared. Interestingly, his chest deformity was far worse than mine. He appeared to have Pectus Caritinum. In hindsight, I think he picked on me because I was almost as fucked up as he was, and he resented me for not being as completely fucked up as he was. If I remembered his name, I would dox him.

Throughout this time I was fixated on the physical appearance of my male classmates who weren't pimply and deformed like me. It was not true lust but wishing I could be what they were. Plus, I just wanted guys to be nice to me and to have some male friends, of which I had zero. So when I was finally diagnosed with Celiac, I quit gluten and my cysts were completely healed within a week, and they did not leave significant scarring. That was a miraculous intervention by Holy God. God healed my skin through the provision of dietary modification. This also resolved the bloating and allowed me to start gaining some weight and muscle.

From there, having transformed from an ugly teenager into a smooth-skinned and slim twink, the homosexual antics began when I enrolled at George Mason University in Fairfax, Virginia, where I dated Michael Horneffer, who works for the State Department and knowingly exposed me to HIV.

I repeat: Michael Andrew Horneffer, State Department employee, has HIV and knowingly exposed me to it.

I will continue doxing every person I hate. More tomorrow!

Nigga we don't need to hear your life story.

 

[Kenya Jones]

Thanks for informing others about your deviancy. The effects of puberty blockers are already common knowledge here.

The effects of penis on your lips is also common knowledge here, so thank you for informing us of your deviancy.

Spoiler: How I got bullied into being gay

Starting in the 8th grade, my untreated Celiac disease (which I didn't get diagnosed with until I was 17) caused horrific eruptions of cystic acne (boils and nodes) on my face. It is entirely different in character from normal teenage acne. My face, neck, and jaw looked like this (not a photo of me, I do not have ANY photos left over from high school, because I did not allow any to be taken with my face in that condition):

View attachment 3327197
One day in Civics class at Mark Twain Middle School in Fairfax County, Virginia, where I was a "Quasar" enrolled in the gifted/honors program, a group of two or three girls had gathered around me to insult the appearance of my face. Yes, I was so friendless, ugly, and scrawny that even girls could insult me freely. The teacher, Mrs. Freeman (I wish I remembered the bitch's first name), also came up to me. She pointed at my face and said, "Ew, what's that?" I hope she has since died horribly.

This is also when I got shoved around in the locker room by Matthew Santens, who was later sent to a boarding school for troubled boys. It was one of those deals where two men come into your room in the middle of the night and basically abduct you, on orders from your parents. So he got what he deserved. He went into the hammock business for a while, and I suspect is dead now.

Moving on to 9th grade at a new school, I had the second-worst skin in the entire school--there was actually one kid whose pitted face was far worse than mine. But he and I were the only two people at Hayfield Secondary School in Alexandria, Virginia, with true and honest cystic acne. In cross country one day, a fellow runner threw a sharp object at me. It scratched my face open and I said, "I'm bleeding." He said, "Your face was already bleeding," in reference to the acne. People saw it happen, but nobody cared. Interestingly, his chest deformity was far worse than mine. He appeared to have Pectus Caritinum. In hindsight, I think he picked on me because I was almost as fucked up as he was, and he resented me for not being as completely fucked up as he was. If I remembered his name, I would dox him.

Throughout this time I was fixated on the physical appearance of my male classmates who weren't pimply and deformed like me. It was not true lust but wishing I could be what they were. Plus, I just wanted guys to be nice to me and to have some male friends, of which I had zero. So when I was finally diagnosed with Celiac, I quit gluten and my cysts were completely healed within a week, and they did not leave significant scarring. That was a miraculous intervention by Holy God. God healed my skin through the provision of dietary modification. This also resolved the bloating and allowed me to start gaining some weight and muscle.

From there, having transformed from an ugly teenager into a smooth-skinned and slim twink, the homosexual antics began when I enrolled at George Mason University in Fairfax, Virginia, where I dated Michael Horneffer, who works for the State Department and knowingly exposed me to HIV.

I repeat: Michael Andrew Horneffer, State Department employee, has HIV and knowingly exposed me to it.

I will continue doxing every person I hate. More tomorrow!

Zerg, you need help. And I don't mean that I'm tricked by your obvious troll posts, I mean the fact you put so much effort into it.

 

[trickyzerg23]

The effects of penis on your lips is also common knowledge here, so thank you for informing us of your deviancy.

Zerg, you need help. And I don't mean that I'm tricked by your obvious troll posts, I mean the fact you put so much effort into it.

Thank you for reminding me. Michael Andrew Horneffer, who knowingly exposed me to HIV, was only a US State Department intern. He later went to work for the National Science Foundation, which he told me is involved in developing "weaponry-adjacent" technology in violation of its statutory restrictions, and I believe he's still working there.

I would edit my previous post, but since the mods revoked that privilege, here's a double-post. It's really only for @byuu and also Honourable Meiwaku if she chooses to read it.

Spoiler: Jumping out my bedroom window, sucking dick in the woods

Shortly before learning about the Celiac and getting the cystic acne under control, I stole my parents' vodka from the freezer and drank it, awakening to vomit all over my room and my extremely (rightfully) pissed-off mother. This initiated a series of marijuana and alcohol-related crises in my life. The day after the vodka incident, I didn't want to go to school so I jumped out of my second-story bedroom window without shoes. I had left my shoes in the garage to air out overnight, so my plan was to slip out the window, creep around to the garage, get the shoes and run to the McDonald's, where I could hang out with other truants and smoke cigarettes. The kids who smoked cigarettes were generally more accepting, being outcasts themselves, and did not mock me or hurt me. I felt safe with them.

However, I landed poorly on the concrete and broke four bones in my feet (three in the left, which landed first, and one in the right). Of course at the time I did not know the specific details of the broken bones. The agony was almost unbearable but I walked on the fractured feet for about six weeks before admitting the truth of what I'd done to my parents. They took me to a podiatrist who gave me orthotics and said I'd need them for the rest of my life, but I don't. In the process of healing, my feet did shrink by about half a shoe size.

From that point onward I simply lurked in the school bathrooms listening to deep cuts of Evanescence (not just the two studio albums, but the stuff Amy Lee had been making prior to that) and also a good deal of "symphonic metal," which I later grew quite bored of, preferring actual symphonies. This all changed when a Russian adoptee named Alexi came to the school. He also had acne, though not nearly as bad as mine, and was very skinny and in great shape from running. By this point, I'd gotten the Celiac under control, so we did a lot of dick-sucking in the woods behind the school. Accordingly, I was reprogramming my mind to associate comfort and safety with homosexuality, while also recoiling from girls, as they'd been quite mean to me in the past.

 

[Fake Steve Franssen]

I'd gotten the Celiac under control, so we did a lot of dick-sucking in the woods behind the school.

What part of Celiac disease makes it hard to suck dick? The experts say semen does not contain gluten

 

[trickyzerg23]

What part of Celiac disease makes it hard to suck dick? The experts say semen does not contain gluten

If the acne had been at its maximum severity, I would not have been sexually desirable to anyone, and would not have had the confidence to approach anyone in the first place.

 

[Meiwaku]

I would edit my previous post, but since the mods revoked that privilege, here's a double-post. It's really only for @byuu and also Honourable Meiwaku if she chooses to read it.

Spoiler: Jumping out my bedroom window, sucking dick in the woods

Shortly before learning about the Celiac and getting the cystic acne under control, I stole my parents' vodka from the freezer and drank it, awakening to vomit all over my room and my extremely (rightfully) pissed-off mother. This initiated a series of marijuana and alcohol-related crises in my life. The day after the vodka incident, I didn't want to go to school so I jumped out of my second-story bedroom window without shoes. I had left my shoes in the garage to air out overnight, so my plan was to slip out the window, creep around to the garage, get the shoes and run to the McDonald's, where I could hang out with other truants and smoke cigarettes. The kids who smoked cigarettes were generally more accepting, being outcasts themselves, and did not mock me or hurt me. I felt safe with them.

However, I landed poorly on the concrete and broke four bones in my feet (three in the left, which landed first, and one in the right). Of course at the time I did not know the specific details of the broken bones. The agony was almost unbearable but I walked on the fractured feet for about six weeks before admitting the truth of what I'd done to my parents. They took me to a podiatrist who gave me orthotics and said I'd need them for the rest of my life, but I don't. In the process of healing, my feet did shrink by about half a shoe size.

From that point onward I simply lurked in the school bathrooms listening to deep cuts of Evanescence (not just the two studio albums, but the stuff Amy Lee had been making prior to that) and also a good deal of "symphonic metal," which I later grew quite bored of, preferring actual symphonies. This all changed when a Russian adoptee named Alexi came to the school. He also had acne, though not nearly as bad as mine, and was very skinny and in great shape from running. By this point, I'd gotten the Celiac under control, so we did a lot of dick-sucking in the woods behind the school. Accordingly, I was reprogramming my mind to associate comfort and safety with homosexuality, while also recoiling from girls, as they'd been quite mean to me in the past.

Have you ever had a gf or even touched a woman ? Thank you for the PL I'm loving this

 

[trickyzerg23]

Have you ever had a gf or even touched a woman ? Thank you for the PL I'm loving this

Thank you. I have had a gf and have touched women sexually, but I have not had intercourse with a woman yet.