- Joined
- Jun 15, 2017
First, the idea guy:
I signed up for the Farms to sperg about virginity. I'd found out about Chris in 2007, had been lurking on and off for years, but when people who've seen scores of lolcows who wanted to fuck ponies, pokemons, and ghosts of serial killers suddenly decided it wasn't humanly possible to not want to fuck anything, I decided to pipe up. There was an undercurrent of hypocritical a-logging that annoyed me: what the coomers were, and have been, and are saying is, effectively, "we're all as bad as Chris EXCEPT we're better at hiding it".
Over the years, it has been gradually becoming true. Back in 2007, someone like Snapesnogger was a prime lolcow. Today she'd be an unremarkable Salon poster. We're not over the hill YET; most people's first reaction to Chris is disbelief. "wtf I can't believe this guy is for real", not "omg she's just like me, so good it wasn't me who got found out, nervous tee hee". But we're getting there. It's rather pointless to shout "we're not all whores" to hear a distorted echo, "yes we are"!
The second reason I mostly stopped sperging about it is the blame for moral degeneracy lies largely with men, and if they're exaggerating the small number of onlyfans whores (or female dogfuckers, or female pedos) and dismissing the huge number of onlyfans customers, male dogfuckers, and male pedos, and it dissuades them from reproducing, then they deserve to not reproduce. The future belongs to those who show up.
But something happened over the weekend that's been overshadowed by the bodycam tape: Kiwis discovered Gruffin had died from a rotdog-induced brain bleed. This has led to an explosion of estrogenated tears mourning the loss of a beautiful soul etc etc. Oh, why wasn't that genuinely retarded girl content with grunting and rutting and gunting in the dirt as was her lot? why did she aspire to something greater (to immediately get snared by groomers)? How tragic she didn't feel free to just be "herself", lolsob.
So I decided to embarrass myself once again.
Not really. I understand it makes little difference to coomers, but here's why I don't fit in with that kind of people:
- They're full of shit individually: they fuck, suck, chuck, and otherwise degrade themselves.
- They're full of shit politically and align with troons, the high priesthood of Big Coom.
- They're terminally online. A great benefit of not cooming is the ability to do something else with your life. If, instead, you spend 100% of the free time talking about not cooming with and at people with whom you otherwise have nothing in common, it's just as bad -- worse even, at least coomers can get a baby out of it.
Eckshually, it's normal to be disgusted by the coom as any other normal person who isn't horny. The difference is that I never get horny, is all.
There's been a study which has shown that horny people have lessened disgust reactions toward non-sex-related disgusting things.
Also, nuns exist. Meaning, throughout history, there've been social institutions for women who didn't want to be cumdumpsters. Yeah, some of them pledged themselves to God because they didn't want to fuck a particular guy their parents were forcing on them, but my point is the Evil and Patriarchal western society had that option for them.
Nigger, I was in love. A guy 4 years my senior asked to be introduced to me during my first year of high school. He was awesome, a perfect knight in shining armor, winner of the school's Warcraft II championship. That was pre-internet; he introduced me to geeky hobbies, and I nearly worshipped him -- ah, to have a best friend I could look up to! And because he was a man (well, a boy), I thought it'd be really awesome to marry him and have babies, eventually. We didn't keep in contact much, I phoned him on his birthday and on the anniversary of our first meeting. I don't think he ever knew the significance of the day. If he told me to jump off a bridge, I would've. And there were so many magical moments -- I mean truly magical, maybe-happy-coincidences, maybe-providence. Let me tell you just one:
But after four years, he kissed me. It was disgusting! It it still the most disgusting thing that's ever happened to me! I fell out of love overnight. I was a 16-year-old girl, and in love since 12. It was like a mind swap from a pulp sci-fi novel. I tried to not react, walked for the rest of the day in a bit of a daze, went to sleep (at home, you pervs!), and woke up in the morning with my love of four years evaporated. I wasn't sad, or angry, or heaven forbid "traumatized". I thought, "What the fuck was that. So Mom was right, first love CAN be stupid. Lol. Lmao, even. What now?"
Maybe! I do think non-coomer women have a better chance of getting into a relationship with another woman than with a man. "Lesbian bed death" exists, after all, and male social status is too dependent on the coom. If you're a young woman (I'm writing this in part to encourage young women to not give in) and want a relationship without coom, look for "political lesbians", but keep in mind an online "community" of "political lesbians" will be terminally online and pozzed, collecting murdered women like baseball cards.
(But I don't want to fuck (or kiss) women either.)
Obviously I don't have proof, but I have bits and pieces of evidence here and there. Most prominently, I have medical papers which say I was a virgin until my early 30s, when I had an operation and got cut up. The "I AGREE TO GET CUT UP" with a Surgitron™ is in the papers, IN ALL CAPS.
But kept my virginity until the early 30s? Come on. Plus I'm Soviet, we don't really have a "purity culture" that encourages engaging in sodomy in lieu of losing nominal virginity.
No.
(pic courtesy of The Gateway Pundit, who love blaming the USSR for homegrown degeneracy, censorship theirs)
Same energy. Also, I will know. I'm not a fake-Christian where I need to pretend to not be a degenerate, virginity has no social cachet here unless you're very young and female. From their 20s or so, regretful whores make better Orthodox nuns, they're more exploitable and may have exploitable children. We don't have anything juicy to confess to slutty ancient hermits.
No. I've been checked by the best relevant doctors in Russia. I've only had two problems: 1. knee spurs at 15 2. a gyn issue later in life that went unnoticed because doctors didn't want to do proper diagnostics on a virgin. And they've only arrived at that gyn issue because everything else they checked was normal.
I won a major athletic event last year (no, it wasn't competitive eating or e-sports). I am a bit out of shape this year, due to the terrible weather, but I'm weak, not fat (yet).
...yes? At least I have symmetrical features, two (unplucked) eyebrows, and exactly one chin.
Could be! I'm terrible with faces and love trains (trains = countryside = adventure). On the other hand, I'm not really obsessed with anything like proper autists are. I don't know train timetables or locomotive types; it's aspirational (i.e. it'd be cool if I did), but I'm too lazy to actually do the legwork. Fake train girl, for shame!
I've never been in a fandom. I've never written fanfiction, and My Immortal aside, I only read one fanfic, mispresented as Avatar (the cartoon) season 3 leaks (it wasn't porn).
I've had a waifu since 2018. (Charitably, you could say "favorite character". This is part intentional bait and part honest admission: I'm not a perfect "def not a lolcow", I'm just not a coomer.)
The rapy diagnoses are bullshit. Best case, they're descriptions of shitty personality traits. I am lazy. He is cowardly. She is stupid. Felonious Da'shizzle Washington murdered three people and doesn't understand why their relatives are sad. And then there are treatments, which are best case common-sense solutions. Plow a field. Climb a mountain. Learn linear algebra.Eat a bullet. Engage in a holistic practice of restorative justice in a spiritual retreat.
But "lazy" etc is a normal word, if a certified the rapist with a degree says it, normies might start getting suspicious. So they say something like "avoidant personality" and slap you (your insurance) with a $600 bill.
And that's the best case!
Bad but not too bad case: cynical profiteers. Like gender butchers, the rapists want you hooked for life, and know a shitty person would rather stay shitty and have an excuse for it. Tell him to man up and he finds another the rapist, he's not better off but you're out of money.
Worst case, they're true believers and practice the rapy on their children.
All of them are culpable. The rapists have positioned themselves as experts on yourself; they're worse than j*urnos (who are experts on everything else).
But before everything, a (bad, stupid, extremely inadvisable, but logical) reason to get "diagnosed" (scammed by a the rapist) is if there's something wrong with you and you know it. Maybe you're sad your father died from cancer: the rapists say grief should not last more than a year. Maybe you're a seven-year-old Afghan boy whose parents were bombed by Americans: the rapists say you've been "radicalized" to want revenge. The idea guy can't point at anything that's wrong with me, except that it bothers him that I'm happily unraped.
How? I remember a troon in the sideshows thread who only takes showers like twice a year because he's "dysphoric". Now, because it's a troon, you know it's not "trauma" but filthy behavior typical of troons.
I shower (unclothed), I wipe my ass, I go to the ob/gyn (and other doctors), I shit in the field on long bike rides, I don't show my tits on the online but won't die if A MAN sees them. I'm not afraid of men, I don't take special anti-rape precautions #yesallwomen rad- and lib feminists say #yesallwomen take. (To be fair, a lot of them live in culturally enriched places where they should be cautious, but the common measures only give them an illusion of control. But that's a mass debate for another time.) Neither do I have "trauma" about growing up or menstruation -- look through the stinkditch for women saying things like "it's an embarrassing and scary and TRAUMATIZING time for ALL GIRLS" (to mean, if you're "TRAUMATIZED", this is "normal", it doesn't mean you're a man, it's not something to poon over). It wasn't even remotely scary for me. Maybe because I'm not a coomer? (Also, it's not normal to be "traumatized" by growing up, wtf.)
(Girls: you're not TRAUMATIZED, you're being groomed. Woman up.)
I'm not repulsed by bodies or physiology. I'd touch a stranger's pussy for money (like in a care job, cleaning up a patient). Hell, I'd probably get fucked for my country like that meme Chinese spy lady if I absolutely had to. But I'm not going to do it for (((pleasure))). I may be able to love a person who I know faps in secret, because his/her brain is unfortunately wired; I can't possibly love a person who wants me to participate.
Not really.
I'm rude IRL, too, but I don't have faux-Tourette's or anything; like, I've never ever said a naughty word accidentally. I swear like a templar when I'm alone learning Japanese and keep mispronouncing a word, as a sort of palate-cleanser; I don't swear when I fall and hurt my arm doing a retarded rollerblade stunt on the promenade and there are children present. I don't even think, "ooh, there are children, I should refrain from swearing", it's automatic, like the fact that people don't usually laugh when they know they're alone. "tokyo nijuusanku ni aru kouritsu toshokan wa, kokuritsu kokkai toshokan, tokyo toritsu toshokan no nikan, soreni nisan-ku sorezore no kokuritsu oh shitfuck not again goddamn" vs "*crash* ieeeee aaaargh ow no no uuuggh owwwwwwwwwww aaaargh hsssssssss nigger"
I don't look down on moderate coomers. As it's more likely to be nature than nurture, I feel lucky but not proud to not be one. I am a bit proud of myself for not giving in to various the rapy propagandists (see: vagina slime, in the spoiler above), but I wasn't able to leverage all that free time into a superhuman advantage.
The coom should have as much prominence in public space as shitting. No designated shitting streets. Poo in the loo. Coom in locked bedrooms that you own or rent long-term, and clean after yourself.
Consider this:
Why did the poster make that post? (Come on, anyone with an IQ of at least 81 should understand. ChatGPT should understand, I hear it can explain jokes now.) He was disgusted by that being in a book offered for public entertainment, and he thought most people would agree.
Imagine if shitting was given the same prominence as cooming, if people identified themselves by the shits they take, whether they're a morning or evening person, the underwear, the orientation of toilet paper. You'd be disgusted, right? (there's probably a subreddit for those who are not) Well, that's my reaction to cooming. And I was born early enough to catch the tail end of a culture that wasn't like this.
A peculiar word. It was borrowed for use as an euphemism for degeneracy, but these days it just straight up means degeneracy. Same energy as "gender-affirming care":
"we should support youth suffering from gender dysphoria" == "we should chemically castrate groomed children".
"you should be able to enjoy intimacy" = "see that man you admire for his bravery, stoicism and intelligence? you should love to have him grunt like a pig and dispose waste into your body"
The coomer can't specify what "intimacy" involves, because it's gross, and the coomer knows it. Simply putting it into words immediately proves him wrong.
Also: why? How do you go from "I admire that person for his positive qualities" to "I want to see him bereft of all his positive qualities"?
One possible answer is "well, it's how human biology is – so as to have his babies", but most coomers, especially female coomers (this came from a Salon thread after all), are emphatically pro-actual-choice on the matter of reproduction. There are a few anti-abortion Kiwis ("if you ARE pregnant, you should give birth"), but almost everyone (especially women!) agrees that if you AREN'T pregnant, you shouldn't be forced to be. Women don't tell women who don't want babies or haven't met someone they'd like to have babies with to get the raped. This is not about having babies, this is about The Coom.
Another possible answer (autopedophiles love it, which is another way to know it's wrong) is "this is an expression of trust, comfort, vulnerability, and it's empowering to know that" blah blah. For that, ask the people who had to care for sick relatives (wait, don't actually ask, you subhuman piece of shit). It's not "empowering" or enjoyable in any way, even though you love the other person. Some people can't cope, and offload the responsibility to cultural enrichers. If the sick relative in question is not in his/her right mind anymore, it's horrifying to watch everything you loved about him or her vanish, even more than the physical filth. I repeat:
"see that man you admire for his bravery, stoicism and intelligence? you should love to have him grunt like a pig and dispose waste into your body"
"see that woman you admire for her bravery, stoicism and intelligence? you should love to have her grunt like a pig while you dispose waste into her body"
And on a happier note, there's caring for babies! Sometimes the happiness of having a baby can make you happy to even change a diaper. Other times, you're so exhausted you wish for the baby to grow up now now now and do his/her business him/herself. But normal people don't coom to babies. Parasites usually offload care of their babies to slaves, which is another sign "intimacy" (touching unmentionables of the people you love) is not really inherently enjoyable.
Yeah, I really need to hire a hachik to weed the strawberries.
But seriously, while I haven't been sperging a lot about virginity, I keep sperging about the rapy and the "muhmentalhealth" scam, and this shit really rustles my jimmies.
The word I'd like everyone to know is "unfalsifiable". Remember that gender dysphoria criteria where "reduced signs of gender dysphoria" meant you were really a troon? This is an example of unfalsifiability. All signs point to "cut off your dick".
Everything that's unfalsifiable is bullshit. Information is valuable because it accurately describes something in the world. It says, "this, not that, not anything else". The more possibilities it prohibits, the more informative it is, the more bits (yes, the computer bits) it contains. "The sun rises from the east (and not from the north, west, or south)" is two bits.
When you observe a contradiction, the information has been falsified. I.e., it's wrong.
Falsifiable doesn't mean you ever expect to see a contradiction, or that you must believe it has really occurred when you see something that looks like a contradiction (like a honest used car salesman, or a drag queen that's not a pedo). If you're 100% sure, falsifiability means there "are" outcomes (that you can describe with words) you 100% expect will not ever occur.
(((The rapy))) originates from unfalsifiable accusations of extreme coomerism: "Everyone wants to fuck his or her own parent. Oh, you say you don't? You must have suppressed it. You're suppressed, you're mentally ill, you can't be trusted. The first step to mental health is to admit you actually want to fuck your parent."
Suppose there exists an honest shrink and I go to it.
"So what's your problem?"
"I've never fucked."
"Ah, so you finally found someone who you'd like to be (((intimate))) with and are (((anxious))) about your lack of experience."
"Er, no."
"Ok, you're open to the possibility of finding love but are (((anxious))) to approach..."
"No no no. I don't want to fuck. I've never wanted to fuck."
"So you're in a relationship but don't have a sex drive? Is that right?"
"I'm not in a sexual relationship, I've never been in a sexual relationship, I don't want to be in a sexual relationship. I don't have a sex drive. I've never had a sex drive. I don't want a sex drive."
"Ok so why are you here?"
"An idea guy on the online told me to."
"...How would you feel if you didn't have breakfast?"
"Sluggish and unable to focus, and my stomach would hurt. What's that got to do with--"
"Good news, you aren't terminally retarded, just a little slow in the mind. Log out and go home. That'll be $50, kthx, bai."
But CLEARLY it's not what the idea guy expects to happen, or it wouldn't have told me to "get help". CLEARLY, it expects the following scenario:
* I go to the rapy until I either run out of money or get persuaded to get fucked.
* (1) I run out of money, the idea guy says I didn't finish the rapy and declares victory.
* (2) I get fucked, it's (predictably) disgusting.
* Then I'd have actual trauma from "consenting" to degeneracy, ultimately, because an idea guy told me to, and I wouldn't even get to call myself a victim. I wouldn't have been physically forced but medically (legitimately) persuaded. It would be all on me.
* This calls for moar the rapy!
This is worse than gendershit, and it been going on for generations now.
And to add to this, the idea guy thinks I'm insane. It's pushing degeneracy on what it says it thinks is a "vulnerable" person (lol) who can't actually consent.
No. Youget raped "enjoy the intimacy". I have strawberries to weed and no money to hire a hachik.
Yeah they did! Intellectual dishonesty tends to do that. We're on the Farms after all. We're all going against "the experts" (eat the bugs, live in a pod, take the clot shot), the women in the Salon specifically flare in righteous fury reading stories of women who've been forced to suck the girldick, and the feminists among them extol "enthusiastic consent" and say that even propositioning a woman who said "no" a second time is a bit rapey. Plus all the "bee yourself" and yeed necromancy now after Gruffin's death. But as soon as it comes to virginity, they either wish I was raped or tell me to get raped. Very cool, very sex-positive.
If you're a woman or girl who doesn't want to fuck: DON'T. You're normal. The online discourse is a passage between the troon Charybdis and the rapy Scylla narrower than a dying pooner's neo-urethra. Remember -- and I mean it in the nicest way -- that there's no place or community for you, but also that you really don't need one. Don't join an asexual cult (there is no such thing, they want you to be aKorean mafioso's cumrag), don't start an asexual cult (it'll fill up with cowardly retards and opportunistic coomers, and you will be responsible for all the male feminism). Climb a mountain, break your wrist, plant strawberries, have a baby, do something meaningful with your life. And learn linear algebra, it's really fun.
I signed up for the Farms to sperg about virginity. I'd found out about Chris in 2007, had been lurking on and off for years, but when people who've seen scores of lolcows who wanted to fuck ponies, pokemons, and ghosts of serial killers suddenly decided it wasn't humanly possible to not want to fuck anything, I decided to pipe up. There was an undercurrent of hypocritical a-logging that annoyed me: what the coomers were, and have been, and are saying is, effectively, "we're all as bad as Chris EXCEPT we're better at hiding it".
Over the years, it has been gradually becoming true. Back in 2007, someone like Snapesnogger was a prime lolcow. Today she'd be an unremarkable Salon poster. We're not over the hill YET; most people's first reaction to Chris is disbelief. "wtf I can't believe this guy is for real", not "omg she's just like me, so good it wasn't me who got found out, nervous tee hee". But we're getting there. It's rather pointless to shout "we're not all whores" to hear a distorted echo, "yes we are"!
The second reason I mostly stopped sperging about it is the blame for moral degeneracy lies largely with men, and if they're exaggerating the small number of onlyfans whores (or female dogfuckers, or female pedos) and dismissing the huge number of onlyfans customers, male dogfuckers, and male pedos, and it dissuades them from reproducing, then they deserve to not reproduce. The future belongs to those who show up.
But something happened over the weekend that's been overshadowed by the bodycam tape: Kiwis discovered Gruffin had died from a rotdog-induced brain bleed. This has led to an explosion of estrogenated tears mourning the loss of a beautiful soul etc etc. Oh, why wasn't that genuinely retarded girl content with grunting and rutting and gunting in the dirt as was her lot? why did she aspire to something greater (to immediately get snared by groomers)? How tragic she didn't feel free to just be "herself", lolsob.
So I decided to embarrass myself once again.
Not really. I understand it makes little difference to coomers, but here's why I don't fit in with that kind of people:
- They're full of shit individually: they fuck, suck, chuck, and otherwise degrade themselves.
- They're full of shit politically and align with troons, the high priesthood of Big Coom.
- They're terminally online. A great benefit of not cooming is the ability to do something else with your life. If, instead, you spend 100% of the free time talking about not cooming with and at people with whom you otherwise have nothing in common, it's just as bad -- worse even, at least coomers can get a baby out of it.
Eckshually, it's normal to be disgusted by the coom as any other normal person who isn't horny. The difference is that I never get horny, is all.
There's been a study which has shown that horny people have lessened disgust reactions toward non-sex-related disgusting things.
Also, nuns exist. Meaning, throughout history, there've been social institutions for women who didn't want to be cumdumpsters. Yeah, some of them pledged themselves to God because they didn't want to fuck a particular guy their parents were forcing on them, but my point is the Evil and Patriarchal western society had that option for them.
Nigger, I was in love. A guy 4 years my senior asked to be introduced to me during my first year of high school. He was awesome, a perfect knight in shining armor, winner of the school's Warcraft II championship. That was pre-internet; he introduced me to geeky hobbies, and I nearly worshipped him -- ah, to have a best friend I could look up to! And because he was a man (well, a boy), I thought it'd be really awesome to marry him and have babies, eventually. We didn't keep in contact much, I phoned him on his birthday and on the anniversary of our first meeting. I don't think he ever knew the significance of the day. If he told me to jump off a bridge, I would've. And there were so many magical moments -- I mean truly magical, maybe-happy-coincidences, maybe-providence. Let me tell you just one:
When I was about to finish school, our homeroom teacher -- a short, fat woman with long claws and stubble who always smelled of tobacco -- grew to hate me (it was a prestige school, and for legal reasons, university professors taught STEM and homeroom teachers taught borderline DEI garbage), and she threatened to ruin my GPA for a mistake she made.
That same week, my beloved (ah!) phoned me out of the blue (he almost never did) and said he would be visiting the school and would like to meet me. And he asked, did you get my letter? I was surprised, he didn't know my home address. What letter? "Aw too bad, ok then", he said. And as I was waiting for him sitting on the windowsill, his former homeroom teacher came up to me and offered me help against the gross bearded fatty. "Just keep your cool and get your cert. Show those two retards screw-yous under the table." "Haha I do already." She smiled. She would give me free classes, too. My beloved (ah!) showed up 20 minutes later, apologized, and denied any knowledge of my problems or the lady's offer.
And in a couple of months, in no small part thanks to the lady's remedial classes, I finished school, perfect GPA, free admission to any university in the country. The fatty called up three students to sign some papers. That was the last day I'd be at school. As I was waiting in the teachers' lounge, I got bored and opened a random cabinet. A ray of light fell on the shelf; it illuminated a stack of documents, and, next to it, a solitary envelope. It was addressed to me. He'd sent it to the school's address.
At that moment, I felt the presence of the divine. I'm older now, and more cynical, and I've seen quite a few mystical coincidences. But at the time, the most meaningful event in my life was finishing school, and that guy was the world to me. I can't possibly put my then-feelings well enough into words decades later, I couldn't even do it back then. I'd been as head over heels in love as anyone has even been. Aside from my parents of course, that guy was the biggest influence on me, not by his actual presence (that was pre-internet, we barely talked after he finished school) but by me striving to be an interesting person and a good future wife (I estimated my chances to be about 5%, but I thought I had the duty to at least try).
That same week, my beloved (ah!) phoned me out of the blue (he almost never did) and said he would be visiting the school and would like to meet me. And he asked, did you get my letter? I was surprised, he didn't know my home address. What letter? "Aw too bad, ok then", he said. And as I was waiting for him sitting on the windowsill, his former homeroom teacher came up to me and offered me help against the gross bearded fatty. "Just keep your cool and get your cert. Show those two retards screw-yous under the table." "Haha I do already." She smiled. She would give me free classes, too. My beloved (ah!) showed up 20 minutes later, apologized, and denied any knowledge of my problems or the lady's offer.
And in a couple of months, in no small part thanks to the lady's remedial classes, I finished school, perfect GPA, free admission to any university in the country. The fatty called up three students to sign some papers. That was the last day I'd be at school. As I was waiting in the teachers' lounge, I got bored and opened a random cabinet. A ray of light fell on the shelf; it illuminated a stack of documents, and, next to it, a solitary envelope. It was addressed to me. He'd sent it to the school's address.
At that moment, I felt the presence of the divine. I'm older now, and more cynical, and I've seen quite a few mystical coincidences. But at the time, the most meaningful event in my life was finishing school, and that guy was the world to me. I can't possibly put my then-feelings well enough into words decades later, I couldn't even do it back then. I'd been as head over heels in love as anyone has even been. Aside from my parents of course, that guy was the biggest influence on me, not by his actual presence (that was pre-internet, we barely talked after he finished school) but by me striving to be an interesting person and a good future wife (I estimated my chances to be about 5%, but I thought I had the duty to at least try).
But after four years, he kissed me. It was disgusting! It it still the most disgusting thing that's ever happened to me! I fell out of love overnight. I was a 16-year-old girl, and in love since 12. It was like a mind swap from a pulp sci-fi novel. I tried to not react, walked for the rest of the day in a bit of a daze, went to sleep (at home, you pervs!), and woke up in the morning with my love of four years evaporated. I wasn't sad, or angry, or heaven forbid "traumatized". I thought, "What the fuck was that. So Mom was right, first love CAN be stupid. Lol. Lmao, even. What now?"
Maybe! I do think non-coomer women have a better chance of getting into a relationship with another woman than with a man. "Lesbian bed death" exists, after all, and male social status is too dependent on the coom. If you're a young woman (I'm writing this in part to encourage young women to not give in) and want a relationship without coom, look for "political lesbians", but keep in mind an online "community" of "political lesbians" will be terminally online and pozzed, collecting murdered women like baseball cards.
(But I don't want to fuck (or kiss) women either.)
Obviously I don't have proof, but I have bits and pieces of evidence here and there. Most prominently, I have medical papers which say I was a virgin until my early 30s, when I had an operation and got cut up. The "I AGREE TO GET CUT UP" with a Surgitron™ is in the papers, IN ALL CAPS.
But kept my virginity until the early 30s? Come on. Plus I'm Soviet, we don't really have a "purity culture" that encourages engaging in sodomy in lieu of losing nominal virginity.
No.
Same energy. Also, I will know. I'm not a fake-Christian where I need to pretend to not be a degenerate, virginity has no social cachet here unless you're very young and female. From their 20s or so, regretful whores make better Orthodox nuns, they're more exploitable and may have exploitable children. We don't have anything juicy to confess to slutty ancient hermits.
No. I've been checked by the best relevant doctors in Russia. I've only had two problems: 1. knee spurs at 15 2. a gyn issue later in life that went unnoticed because doctors didn't want to do proper diagnostics on a virgin. And they've only arrived at that gyn issue because everything else they checked was normal.
I won a major athletic event last year (no, it wasn't competitive eating or e-sports). I am a bit out of shape this year, due to the terrible weather, but I'm weak, not fat (yet).
...yes? At least I have symmetrical features, two (unplucked) eyebrows, and exactly one chin.
Could be! I'm terrible with faces and love trains (trains = countryside = adventure). On the other hand, I'm not really obsessed with anything like proper autists are. I don't know train timetables or locomotive types; it's aspirational (i.e. it'd be cool if I did), but I'm too lazy to actually do the legwork. Fake train girl, for shame!
I've never been in a fandom. I've never written fanfiction, and My Immortal aside, I only read one fanfic, mispresented as Avatar (the cartoon) season 3 leaks (it wasn't porn).
I've had a waifu since 2018. (Charitably, you could say "favorite character". This is part intentional bait and part honest admission: I'm not a perfect "def not a lolcow", I'm just not a coomer.)
The rapy diagnoses are bullshit. Best case, they're descriptions of shitty personality traits. I am lazy. He is cowardly. She is stupid. Felonious Da'shizzle Washington murdered three people and doesn't understand why their relatives are sad. And then there are treatments, which are best case common-sense solutions. Plow a field. Climb a mountain. Learn linear algebra.
But "lazy" etc is a normal word, if a certified the rapist with a degree says it, normies might start getting suspicious. So they say something like "avoidant personality" and slap you (your insurance) with a $600 bill.
And that's the best case!
Bad but not too bad case: cynical profiteers. Like gender butchers, the rapists want you hooked for life, and know a shitty person would rather stay shitty and have an excuse for it. Tell him to man up and he finds another the rapist, he's not better off but you're out of money.
Worst case, they're true believers and practice the rapy on their children.
All of them are culpable. The rapists have positioned themselves as experts on yourself; they're worse than j*urnos (who are experts on everything else).
But before everything, a (bad, stupid, extremely inadvisable, but logical) reason to get "diagnosed" (scammed by a the rapist) is if there's something wrong with you and you know it. Maybe you're sad your father died from cancer: the rapists say grief should not last more than a year. Maybe you're a seven-year-old Afghan boy whose parents were bombed by Americans: the rapists say you've been "radicalized" to want revenge. The idea guy can't point at anything that's wrong with me, except that it bothers him that I'm happily unraped.
How? I remember a troon in the sideshows thread who only takes showers like twice a year because he's "dysphoric". Now, because it's a troon, you know it's not "trauma" but filthy behavior typical of troons.
I shower (unclothed), I wipe my ass, I go to the ob/gyn (and other doctors), I shit in the field on long bike rides, I don't show my tits on the online but won't die if A MAN sees them. I'm not afraid of men, I don't take special anti-rape precautions #yesallwomen rad- and lib feminists say #yesallwomen take. (To be fair, a lot of them live in culturally enriched places where they should be cautious, but the common measures only give them an illusion of control. But that's a mass debate for another time.) Neither do I have "trauma" about growing up or menstruation -- look through the stinkditch for women saying things like "it's an embarrassing and scary and TRAUMATIZING time for ALL GIRLS" (to mean, if you're "TRAUMATIZED", this is "normal", it doesn't mean you're a man, it's not something to poon over). It wasn't even remotely scary for me. Maybe because I'm not a coomer? (Also, it's not normal to be "traumatized" by growing up, wtf.)
(Girls: you're not TRAUMATIZED, you're being groomed. Woman up.)
I'm not repulsed by bodies or physiology. I'd touch a stranger's pussy for money (like in a care job, cleaning up a patient). Hell, I'd probably get fucked for my country like that meme Chinese spy lady if I absolutely had to. But I'm not going to do it for (((pleasure))). I may be able to love a person who I know faps in secret, because his/her brain is unfortunately wired; I can't possibly love a person who wants me to participate.
Not really.
I'm rude IRL, too, but I don't have faux-Tourette's or anything; like, I've never ever said a naughty word accidentally. I swear like a templar when I'm alone learning Japanese and keep mispronouncing a word, as a sort of palate-cleanser; I don't swear when I fall and hurt my arm doing a retarded rollerblade stunt on the promenade and there are children present. I don't even think, "ooh, there are children, I should refrain from swearing", it's automatic, like the fact that people don't usually laugh when they know they're alone. "tokyo nijuusanku ni aru kouritsu toshokan wa, kokuritsu kokkai toshokan, tokyo toritsu toshokan no nikan, soreni nisan-ku sorezore no kokuritsu oh shitfuck not again goddamn" vs "*crash* ieeeee aaaargh ow no no uuuggh owwwwwwwwwww aaaargh hsssssssss nigger"
I don't look down on moderate coomers. As it's more likely to be nature than nurture, I feel lucky but not proud to not be one. I am a bit proud of myself for not giving in to various the rapy propagandists (see: vagina slime, in the spoiler above), but I wasn't able to leverage all that free time into a superhuman advantage.
The coom should have as much prominence in public space as shitting. No designated shitting streets. Poo in the loo. Coom in locked bedrooms that you own or rent long-term, and clean after yourself.
Consider this:
Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up, she was shitting brown water. The more she drank the more she shat, but the more she shat, the thirstier she grew.
Imagine if shitting was given the same prominence as cooming, if people identified themselves by the shits they take, whether they're a morning or evening person, the underwear, the orientation of toilet paper. You'd be disgusted, right? (there's probably a subreddit for those who are not) Well, that's my reaction to cooming. And I was born early enough to catch the tail end of a culture that wasn't like this.
A peculiar word. It was borrowed for use as an euphemism for degeneracy, but these days it just straight up means degeneracy. Same energy as "gender-affirming care":
"we should support youth suffering from gender dysphoria" == "we should chemically castrate groomed children".
"you should be able to enjoy intimacy" = "see that man you admire for his bravery, stoicism and intelligence? you should love to have him grunt like a pig and dispose waste into your body"
The coomer can't specify what "intimacy" involves, because it's gross, and the coomer knows it. Simply putting it into words immediately proves him wrong.
Also: why? How do you go from "I admire that person for his positive qualities" to "I want to see him bereft of all his positive qualities"?
One possible answer is "well, it's how human biology is – so as to have his babies", but most coomers, especially female coomers (this came from a Salon thread after all), are emphatically pro-actual-choice on the matter of reproduction. There are a few anti-abortion Kiwis ("if you ARE pregnant, you should give birth"), but almost everyone (especially women!) agrees that if you AREN'T pregnant, you shouldn't be forced to be. Women don't tell women who don't want babies or haven't met someone they'd like to have babies with to get the raped. This is not about having babies, this is about The Coom.
Another possible answer (autopedophiles love it, which is another way to know it's wrong) is "this is an expression of trust, comfort, vulnerability, and it's empowering to know that" blah blah. For that, ask the people who had to care for sick relatives (wait, don't actually ask, you subhuman piece of shit). It's not "empowering" or enjoyable in any way, even though you love the other person. Some people can't cope, and offload the responsibility to cultural enrichers. If the sick relative in question is not in his/her right mind anymore, it's horrifying to watch everything you loved about him or her vanish, even more than the physical filth. I repeat:
"see that man you admire for his bravery, stoicism and intelligence? you should love to have him grunt like a pig and dispose waste into your body"
"see that woman you admire for her bravery, stoicism and intelligence? you should love to have her grunt like a pig while you dispose waste into her body"
And on a happier note, there's caring for babies! Sometimes the happiness of having a baby can make you happy to even change a diaper. Other times, you're so exhausted you wish for the baby to grow up now now now and do his/her business him/herself. But normal people don't coom to babies. Parasites usually offload care of their babies to slaves, which is another sign "intimacy" (touching unmentionables of the people you love) is not really inherently enjoyable.
Yeah, I really need to hire a hachik to weed the strawberries.
But seriously, while I haven't been sperging a lot about virginity, I keep sperging about the rapy and the "muhmentalhealth" scam, and this shit really rustles my jimmies.
The word I'd like everyone to know is "unfalsifiable". Remember that gender dysphoria criteria where "reduced signs of gender dysphoria" meant you were really a troon? This is an example of unfalsifiability. All signs point to "cut off your dick".
Everything that's unfalsifiable is bullshit. Information is valuable because it accurately describes something in the world. It says, "this, not that, not anything else". The more possibilities it prohibits, the more informative it is, the more bits (yes, the computer bits) it contains. "The sun rises from the east (and not from the north, west, or south)" is two bits.
When you observe a contradiction, the information has been falsified. I.e., it's wrong.
Falsifiable doesn't mean you ever expect to see a contradiction, or that you must believe it has really occurred when you see something that looks like a contradiction (like a honest used car salesman, or a drag queen that's not a pedo). If you're 100% sure, falsifiability means there "are" outcomes (that you can describe with words) you 100% expect will not ever occur.
(((The rapy))) originates from unfalsifiable accusations of extreme coomerism: "Everyone wants to fuck his or her own parent. Oh, you say you don't? You must have suppressed it. You're suppressed, you're mentally ill, you can't be trusted. The first step to mental health is to admit you actually want to fuck your parent."
Suppose there exists an honest shrink and I go to it.
"So what's your problem?"
"I've never fucked."
"Ah, so you finally found someone who you'd like to be (((intimate))) with and are (((anxious))) about your lack of experience."
"Er, no."
"Ok, you're open to the possibility of finding love but are (((anxious))) to approach..."
"No no no. I don't want to fuck. I've never wanted to fuck."
"So you're in a relationship but don't have a sex drive? Is that right?"
"I'm not in a sexual relationship, I've never been in a sexual relationship, I don't want to be in a sexual relationship. I don't have a sex drive. I've never had a sex drive. I don't want a sex drive."
"Ok so why are you here?"
"An idea guy on the online told me to."
"...How would you feel if you didn't have breakfast?"
"Sluggish and unable to focus, and my stomach would hurt. What's that got to do with--"
"Good news, you aren't terminally retarded, just a little slow in the mind. Log out and go home. That'll be $50, kthx, bai."
But CLEARLY it's not what the idea guy expects to happen, or it wouldn't have told me to "get help". CLEARLY, it expects the following scenario:
* I go to the rapy until I either run out of money or get persuaded to get fucked.
* (1) I run out of money, the idea guy says I didn't finish the rapy and declares victory.
* (2) I get fucked, it's (predictably) disgusting.
* Then I'd have actual trauma from "consenting" to degeneracy, ultimately, because an idea guy told me to, and I wouldn't even get to call myself a victim. I wouldn't have been physically forced but medically (legitimately) persuaded. It would be all on me.
* This calls for moar the rapy!
This is worse than gendershit, and it been going on for generations now.
And to add to this, the idea guy thinks I'm insane. It's pushing degeneracy on what it says it thinks is a "vulnerable" person (lol) who can't actually consent.
No. You
Yeah they did! Intellectual dishonesty tends to do that. We're on the Farms after all. We're all going against "the experts" (eat the bugs, live in a pod, take the clot shot), the women in the Salon specifically flare in righteous fury reading stories of women who've been forced to suck the girldick, and the feminists among them extol "enthusiastic consent" and say that even propositioning a woman who said "no" a second time is a bit rapey. Plus all the "bee yourself" and yeed necromancy now after Gruffin's death. But as soon as it comes to virginity, they either wish I was raped or tell me to get raped. Very cool, very sex-positive.
I'm not sad about a 24-year-old woman dying. I'm sad about a child growing into a woman whose death is not a loss. But not too sad: you got blown up by your own dirty bomb, and unlike Serbs, who have no choice but to live on irradiated soil, unlike negro children in "disadvantaged communities" where the only job is drug-dealing, unlike pajeet boys captured by or sold to troons, each of you has the power to not troon out. I am proof that children exposed to degeneracy have the power to not troon out, and patriarchy-fighting witches get salty when they can't exorcise the specter of personal responsibility.
If you're a woman or girl who doesn't want to fuck: DON'T. You're normal. The online discourse is a passage between the troon Charybdis and the rapy Scylla narrower than a dying pooner's neo-urethra. Remember -- and I mean it in the nicest way -- that there's no place or community for you, but also that you really don't need one. Don't join an asexual cult (there is no such thing, they want you to be aKorean mafioso's cumrag), don't start an asexual cult (it'll fill up with cowardly retards and opportunistic coomers, and you will be responsible for all the male feminism). Climb a mountain, break your wrist, plant strawberries, have a baby, do something meaningful with your life. And learn linear algebra, it's really fun.
