Skitzocow Chris Gillon / Autphag and Spergchan / Sophie Y’Israeli - Autistic North Koreaboo, Also a Man

Who passes better as a woman?

  • Autphag:

    Votes: 36 9.9%
  • Robert Wayne Stiles

    Votes: 327 90.1%

  • Total voters
    363
Well, it explains to me why he went quiet when I asked him if he thought about going to a spa. (I don't follow his thread, so I never realized how dirty he actually was)

Should we expect shower or bath videos in the future?
That would assume he showers of bathes
 
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I'm back, but I will be out for part of today, so apologies in advance for inconsistencies in confronting Mikemikev.
My intel hints that Chris gets made fun in public for his hair a lot. Scotland tolerates the LGB, but aren't too friendly to the T. Even people in his family have taunted him for his long hair. This taunting also applies to his mother who is allegedly not happy for her son to turn in to her daughter, and his new look as a "sissy boy". I guess it's a sensitive issue for Chris when even people online are mocking his hair.
Nonononono, it has tolerance of T-people, it just won't grant treatment to those based on the pettiest of socioeconomically prejudicial reservations, countertransferrences of gripes (Haselgrove's stealth-transsexualism and possibly unbalanced personality itself, I'd say towards narcissism), and of course, the classic autistopathy which surprises nobody (in which pointing to an "obsessive paraphillia" as aetiological root is basically a case of special pleading and nothing further). My mother doesn't care. She doesn't like me going on streets like these looking like this but for me personally, she wanted nothing further than my happiness and actually shares my indignation with the systemi. Cheers.
 
I'm back, but I will be out for part of today, so apologies in advance for inconsistencies in confronting Mikemikev.

Nonononono, it has tolerance of T-people, it just won't grant treatment to those based on the pettiest of socioeconomically prejudicial reservations, countertransferrences of gripes (Haselgrove's stealth-transsexualism and possibly unbalanced personality itself, I'd say towards narcissism), and of course, the classic autistopathy which surprises nobody (in which pointing to an "obsessive paraphillia" as aetiological root is basically a case of special pleading and nothing further). My mother doesn't care. She doesn't like me going on streets like these looking like this but for me personally, she wanted nothing further than my happiness and actually shares my indignation with the systemi. Cheers.
I missed you and your words.
 
I'm back, but I will be out for part of today, so apologies in advance for inconsistencies in confronting Mikemikev.

Nonononono, it has tolerance of T-people, it just won't grant treatment to those based on the pettiest of socioeconomically prejudicial reservations, countertransferrences of gripes (Haselgrove's stealth-transsexualism and possibly unbalanced personality itself, I'd say towards narcissism), and of course, the classic autistopathy which surprises nobody (in which pointing to an "obsessive paraphillia" as aetiological root is basically a case of special pleading and nothing further). My mother doesn't care. She doesn't like me going on streets like these looking like this but for me personally, she wanted nothing further than my happiness and actually shares my indignation with the systemi. Cheers.
Welcome back, Aut!
 
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Our once and future king has returned, and it looks like his break was actually pretty good for him. Maybe sitting back and not engaging is, like, a good thing...
I've a cursory, at best, intention of continuing to engage. Actively and reciprocally, anyway. But do expect occasional blog-length contributions. Although it benefits me more to contribute more indirectly; any activity is good activity, irrespective of reputability; this does hold for me a greater level of convenience.

I still carry my old imageboard-culture beliefs with me into the exposure of my sad state, because it remains the case that my opinions were never my opinions because of their repute or my status, and the superficiality granted by the status-talisman is an allegory to its own failure, which is why taking Vitriol's or a statist nomenclatura-systemi bureaucrat's perspective on anything as remotely solid, rooted in conviction, or well-thought is stupid.

The endurance of one's education is not its challenge so much as its breadth, too true is this for its application; taking an example closer to home, Haselgrove's assessment was superficial, sweeping, reliant on proximal secondary-report in quite a few instances, and makes reference, now, to past reports which are less observatory in nature than they are speculative.

Meanwhile. Vitriol showed his professional integrity didn't remotely impact his psychodynamic immaturity in his childish, though ineffectual, intimidation tacticry, akin itself to the most insipid of chavdom, casting scare-shots of environs I, in any case, hardly consider my own so much as mere coincidental circumstance that I reside here, in itself an extension of the inability to regulate the insult to his narcissistic supply and ego when being insulted by a perceived 'inferior', at least insofar as it had compelled him to do something far in inconsistency in proactiveness with the seeming insignificance of my initial interaction wit him.

It'a almost as if Vitriol does check off at least 3 of 9 symptoms of EUPD. He only has 2 more to go. If only I could've observed the little overcompensating 'trugirl inside' in action.
 
Pseudointellectualism is Magic.

So much so, that I've had a day replete with elevated thoughts, ascending the heightening of my spirits out to the upper-door of the ninth heavens, by which I refer to the Confucian model thereof. These would easily cannibalistically devour the likes of Haselgrove's insipidly rhetorical doggerel, or Vitriol's suppressed-homosexual-transsexual (per the Greenian model, wherein he lives through his girlfriend) status virtue signals, in their rigour, intensity, depth, conviction, plannedness, and comprehensiveness. They know little of aesoterica, aether, occult, and take for granted, processess of supposedly explicated logics that they mistaken on a presumption of fully reliably explicated iteration the reality of their magical negroidality, such that is "logic's" (in the post-Cartesid, proto-Netwonian sense) unreliability.
Vitriol's anaphylactic shock will come to him yet. In his pseudo-masculine caricature of the intellectual, whilst desperately trying to heave down in containing the anxiety he feels upon penetrating his girlfriend, knowingly aware as to its unnaturalness as the homonculus of his girlfriend's reception of his member becomes his own, in the anxious realisation that his feminine essense is being 'stolen', so does he withdraw, writhing with disgust at what he immediately comes, but lost at his apparently overconfidently-overestimated ability to articulate, to realise, was a theft of manifest destiny. Had he any genuine intellect to wit, what would the words "chivalry slavery" be to him but at the tip of his tongue, as opposed to that he derides as being a product of the mind of a madness he desperately deflects in attempting to dispose of such an epiphany?
He is the worst sort of woman, as are most neurotypical men. He is why Rohm remarked characteristically of the disdain to such, irrespective of original sex. So caught up in games of statused worth, they cannot bring that same worthiness to their own integrity and candour. Yet, the Westlothiana (yes, that is a literal species) reptillianess will grant his ascension on the proviso that his deception had somehow been weighted in the privilege of its significance to a more candid, societally-demanded repression, rooted in honour, as is his superior in moral counterpart, the Aspergian homosexual-transsexual.

No matter how real the physiological phenomenon in the catamitical vicariates of Vitriol's sort, I willingly repudiate the notion in the neurotypical, for it is an ubiquitous expression in the mistaken belief that femininity may be distilled to one sole constitutent of its parts' whole sum, the perception of themselves as the voices of "wisdome" or "intellect". It is the neurotypical's obsessional paraphillia to evade the superstitiously regarded synonmity of stupidity with a stereotypical conception of "boy" (to put more colloquially, the oft-lamented epiphet of "boys are stupid"), adorning something akin to a neurological transvestism in its concealment, that characterises this pathology so specific to themselves.

It becomes apparent, thenceforth, that transpeople who pride themselves on their "intellects" (empirical regurgitation, extrapolation, and review ability), with such examples among them being Zinnia Jones, S-Chan, et al., must be engaging in an extreme-masculinity, such that they are not really trans and merely use transgenderism as a means of bolstering their abstract-intellectualism credentials.

They do not understand the intellectual essense of femininity, which, I darest verge on referring to some of my nemeses here, I've known few to actually fully comprehend to date; David had successfully eschewed empiricism, Newtonian logical laws, and the war against Cartesid hexorthodoxical idealistic-experimentalism, to embrace fully a struggle against the thoughtful experimentation of the LaRoucheans, for instance, and it is this, in aether, in aesoterica, in feeling, in intuition, in occult, and the spontaneity that underpins all five, which one may find true feminine intellectual essence of the least compensatory and most original sort.

Q.E.D., I'm the only truly awakened, fully and self-awarely cognizant woman in a spiritually deferrential and non-hypocritically self-serving sense in the entire world.
 
Pseudointellectualism is Magic.

So much so, that I've had a day replete with elevated thoughts, ascending the heightening of my spirits out to the upper-door of the ninth heavens, by which I refer to the Confucian model thereof. These would easily cannibalistically devour the likes of Haselgrove's insipidly rhetorical doggerel, or Vitriol's suppressed-homosexual-transsexual (per the Greenian model, wherein he lives through his girlfriend) status virtue signals, in their rigour, intensity, depth, conviction, plannedness, and comprehensiveness. They know little of aesoterica, aether, occult, and take for granted, processess of supposedly explicated logics that they mistaken on a presumption of fully reliably explicated iteration the reality of their magical negroidality, such that is "logic's" (in the post-Cartesid, proto-Netwonian sense) unreliability.
Vitriol's anaphylactic shock will come to him yet. In his pseudo-masculine caricature of the intellectual, whilst desperately trying to heave down in containing the anxiety he feels upon penetrating his girlfriend, knowingly aware as to its unnaturalness as the homonculus of his girlfriend's reception of his member becomes his own, in the anxious realisation that his feminine essense is being 'stolen', so does he withdraw, writhing with disgust at what he immediately comes, but lost at his apparently overconfidently-overestimated ability to articulate, to realise, was a theft of manifest destiny. Had he any genuine intellect to wit, what would the words "chivalry slavery" be to him but at the tip of his tongue, as opposed to that he derides as being a product of the mind of a madness he desperately deflects in attempting to dispose of such an epiphany?
He is the worst sort of woman, as are most neurotypical men. He is why Rohm remarked characteristically of the disdain to such, irrespective of original sex. So caught up in games of statused worth, they cannot bring that same worthiness to their own integrity and candour. Yet, the Westlothiana (yes, that is a literal species) reptillianess will grant his ascension on the proviso that his deception had somehow been weighted in the privilege of its significance to a more candid, societally-demanded repression, rooted in honour, as is his superior in moral counterpart, the Aspergian homosexual-transsexual.

No matter how real the physiological phenomenon in the catamitical vicariates of Vitriol's sort, I willingly repudiate the notion in the neurotypical, for it is an ubiquitous expression in the mistaken belief that femininity may be distilled to one sole constitutent of its parts' whole sum, the perception of themselves as the voices of "wisdome" or "intellect". It is the neurotypical's obsessional paraphillia to evade the superstitiously regarded synonmity of stupidity with a stereotypical conception of "boy" (to put more colloquially, the oft-lamented epiphet of "boys are stupid"), adorning something akin to a neurological transvestism in its concealment, that characterises this pathology so specific to themselves.

It becomes apparent, thenceforth, that transpeople who pride themselves on their "intellects" (empirical regurgitation, extrapolation, and review ability), with such examples among them being Zinnia Jones, S-Chan, et al., must be engaging in an extreme-masculinity, such that they are not really tranny and merely use transgenderism as a means of bolstering their abstract-intellectualism credentials.

They do not understand the intellectual essense of femininity, which, I darest verge on referring to some of my nemeses here, I've known few to actually fully comprehend to date; David had successfully eschewed empiricism, Newtonian logical laws, and the war against Cartesid hexorthodoxical idealistic-experimentalism, to embrace fully a struggle against the thoughtful experimentation of the LaRoucheans, for instance, and it is this, in aether, in aesoterica, in feeling, in intuition, in occult, and the spontaneity that underpins all five, which one may find true feminine intellectual essence of the least compensatory and most original sort.

Q.E.D., I'm the only truly awakened, fully and self-awarely cognizant woman in a spiritually deferrential and non-hypocritically self-serving sense in the entire world.
Zinnia Jones is a loser, I agree there. Did you see that thread?
 
Pseudointellectualism is Magic.

So much so, that I've had a day replete with elevated thoughts, ascending the heightening of my spirits out to the upper-door of the ninth heavens, by which I refer to the Confucian model thereof. These would easily cannibalistically devour the likes of Haselgrove's insipidly rhetorical doggerel, or Vitriol's suppressed-homosexual-transsexual (per the Greenian model, wherein he lives through his girlfriend) status virtue signals, in their rigour, intensity, depth, conviction, plannedness, and comprehensiveness. They know little of aesoterica, aether, occult, and take for granted, processess of supposedly explicated logics that they mistaken on a presumption of fully reliably explicated iteration the reality of their magical negroidality, such that is "logic's" (in the post-Cartesid, proto-Netwonian sense) unreliability.
Vitriol's anaphylactic shock will come to him yet. In his pseudo-masculine caricature of the intellectual, whilst desperately trying to heave down in containing the anxiety he feels upon penetrating his girlfriend, knowingly aware as to its unnaturalness as the homonculus of his girlfriend's reception of his member becomes his own, in the anxious realisation that his feminine essense is being 'stolen', so does he withdraw, writhing with disgust at what he immediately comes, but lost at his apparently overconfidently-overestimated ability to articulate, to realise, was a theft of manifest destiny. Had he any genuine intellect to wit, what would the words "chivalry slavery" be to him but at the tip of his tongue, as opposed to that he derides as being a product of the mind of a madness he desperately deflects in attempting to dispose of such an epiphany?
He is the worst sort of woman, as are most neurotypical men. He is why Rohm remarked characteristically of the disdain to such, irrespective of original sex. So caught up in games of statused worth, they cannot bring that same worthiness to their own integrity and candour. Yet, the Westlothiana (yes, that is a literal species) reptillianess will grant his ascension on the proviso that his deception had somehow been weighted in the privilege of its significance to a more candid, societally-demanded repression, rooted in honour, as is his superior in moral counterpart, the Aspergian homosexual-transsexual.

No matter how real the physiological phenomenon in the catamitical vicariates of Vitriol's sort, I willingly repudiate the notion in the neurotypical, for it is an ubiquitous expression in the mistaken belief that femininity may be distilled to one sole constitutent of its parts' whole sum, the perception of themselves as the voices of "wisdome" or "intellect". It is the neurotypical's obsessional paraphillia to evade the superstitiously regarded synonmity of stupidity with a stereotypical conception of "boy" (to put more colloquially, the oft-lamented epiphet of "boys are stupid"), adorning something akin to a neurological transvestism in its concealment, that characterises this pathology so specific to themselves.

It becomes apparent, thenceforth, that transpeople who pride themselves on their "intellects" (empirical regurgitation, extrapolation, and review ability), with such examples among them being Zinnia Jones, S-Chan, et al., must be engaging in an extreme-masculinity, such that they are not really tranny and merely use transgenderism as a means of bolstering their abstract-intellectualism credentials.

They do not understand the intellectual essense of femininity, which, I darest verge on referring to some of my nemeses here, I've known few to actually fully comprehend to date; David had successfully eschewed empiricism, Newtonian logical laws, and the war against Cartesid hexorthodoxical idealistic-experimentalism, to embrace fully a struggle against the thoughtful experimentation of the LaRoucheans, for instance, and it is this, in aether, in aesoterica, in feeling, in intuition, in occult, and the spontaneity that underpins all five, which one may find true feminine intellectual essence of the least compensatory and most original sort.

Q.E.D., I'm the only truly awakened, fully and self-awarely cognizant woman in a spiritually deferrential and non-hypocritically self-serving sense in the entire world.

So basically, Aut thinks that Vitriol hates sex because he has gender dysphoria or whatever, and that pretending to be smart is nothing short of magic.

I'm a level 69 mage, then.
 
So basically, Aut thinks that Vitriol hates sex because he has gender dysphoria or whatever, and that pretending to be smart is nothing short of magic.

I'm a level 69 mage, then.
Sadly, female intellect has been perversely misdirected to the realms of academia in support of a Jewish agenda due to a coincidental similarity of characteristic (high verbal manipulation in both any Jew and female Caucasian goyim; it is partly why the Cohenim went on a run of denigrating neuromasculine characteristics for a while), though, arguably, deriving from a completely different spiritual infrastructure.
It is not something to be mocked or satirized, the kind of verbal spontaneity specific to neurofemininity proper is a magical thing.
chimpburgers said:
Zinnia Jones is a loser, I agree there. Did you see that thread?
He just isn't interesting enough to follow more than cursorily.
Cthulhu said:
did you whack it off to loli?h
I have 10 years of infantilization, forced-feminization fantasies, many of which had been memorized by rote, inside my head. I don't need to look at anything for the purposes of autoerotic relief.
 
Sadly, female intellect has been perversely misdirected to the realms of academia in support of a Jewish agenda due to a coincidental similarity of characteristic (high verbal manipulation in both any Jew and female Caucasian goyim; it is partly why the Cohenim went on a run of denigrating neuromasculine characteristics for a while), though, arguably, deriving from a completely different spiritual infrastructure.
It is not something to be mocked or satirized, the kind of verbal spontaneity specific to neurofemininity proper is a magical thing.

He just isn't interesting enough to follow more than cursorily.

I have 10 years of infantilization, forced-feminization fantasies, many of which had been memorized by rote, inside my head. I don't need to look at anything for the purposes of autoerotic relief.

Sadly, your intellect has been perversly misdirected to the realms of pseudointellectualism in hopes of coming off as well learned or deep due to a need to hide transsexuality related self loathing.
 
Sadly, your intellect has been perversly misdirected to the realms of pseudointellectualism in hopes of coming off as well learned or deep due to a need to hide transsexuality related self loathing.
You wouldn't be inaccurate, sweatpea. That was the deeply embedded point in a lot of my work.
 
So all that writing was just you silently screaming for someone to chop your dick off for you? :lol:
*coughs and hangs head slightly down in humiliation*Essentially.
@Autphag
Be honest, are you a pedophile? There are rumors, Aut. We'd appreciate it if you cleared them up now.
The argument that I'm a paedophile is a cheap derivation from the actual fact of my infantilism, and typically goes something like "so it is that infantilism is internalized paedophillia, thus, the externalization thereof is inevitable". The argument is unreliable. It makes an a priori presumption of an outcome heretofore unverifiable as a prospective trend. It has never seen a single escalation to the end of its externalisation and had remained happily an autoerotic desire in the solely specific.

Either there is willing ignorance about this (disingenuous but otherwise expectedly-cleverer cunts than to make such a deliberate folly like Vitrol) or a genuinely idiotic misinterpretation rooted in reification of the hypothesis (most everyone else, typically taking the former a their word).
 
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*coughs and hangs head slightly down in humiliation*Essentially.
Hahaha nice.
The argument that I'm a paedophile is a cheap derivation from the actual fact of my infantilism, and typically goes something like "so it is that infantilism is internalized paedophillia, thus, the externalization thereof is inevitable". The argument is unreliable. It makes an a priori presumption of an outcome heretofore unverifiable as a prospective trend. It has never seen a single escalation to the end of its externalisation and had remained happily an autoerotic desire in the solely specific.

Either there is willing ignorance about this (disingenuous but otherwise expectedly-cleverer cunts than to make such a deliberate folly like Vitrol) or a genuinely idiotic misinterpretation rooted in reification of the hypothesis (most everyone else, typically taking the former a their word).
Why do they always feel the need to write novels justifying being a pedophile? It's always some weird diatribe on how their sexual attraction to children is somehow okay when viewed in a very specific way.
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Like, just once, can you just say something like "Yes, I'm a pedophile, but I don't feel bad about it and don't think other people should be allowed to find it distasteful"?
 
*coughs and hangs head slightly down in humiliation*Essentially.

The argument that I'm a paedophile is a cheap derivation from the actual fact of my infantilism, and typically goes something like "so it is that infantilism is internalized paedophillia, thus, the externalization thereof is inevitable". The argument is unreliable. It makes an a priori presumption of an outcome heretofore unverifiable as a prospective trend. It has never seen a single escalation to the end of its externalisation and had remained happily an autoerotic desire in the solely specific.

Either there is willing ignorance about this (disingenuous but otherwise expectedly-cleverer cunts than to make such a deliberate folly like Vitrol) or a genuinely idiotic misinterpretation rooted in reification of the hypothesis (most everyone else, typically taking the former a their word).
In what ways would you say you exhibit infantilism?
 
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