"Mad at the Internet" - a/k/a My Psychotherapy Sessions

It's almost like you're all autists with low social comprehension. If you're having casual sex, best to ask for consent, whether that's as simple as "can I do x" or working your way up the foreplay ladder to actual intercourse. Same deal with being in a new relationship, because it's a way to get into a conversation about what both of you like / want. "Can I eat you out?" "No, I don't like that- can you finger me instead?" If you're worried about "killing the mood," use physical signals- work your hand lower down her thigh, go from kissing her mouth to kissing her neck / ears, go from rubbing her shoulder to grazing a boob. You've gotta watch the woman's reaction, and if you're worried about being an autist who can't understand body language, just ask for fucking consent. It's better to verify than spook your partner by doing something they don't want.
 
If someone finds it hard to say "no" or "stop" or just leave for whatever reason then is putting them on the spot with a direct question really any better? You could easily argue it is worse to ask a direct question even if it is in a casual smooth way that feels right in the moment. With a straight forward question they could feel pressured to answer a certain way and then find it difficult to go back on once they have answered. I can easily see the exact opposite arguments being made.

Consent should be something you know when you see not an autists binary questionnaire.
 

Sure, you wont go jail, but say goodbye to a fulfilling sex life and your wife cucking you.
Notice in that satire Chapelle did not throw her on the bed and just enter her. By all accounts there was no passion in Sabre’s encounter so there was no mood to kill.

People are being hysterical and ridiculous. Null is right. And every argument raised in Sabre’s defense can be given in the girls’ defense too since these guys are obviously trying to informally imply she’s special without affirming it explicitly so they can get sex. Relying on ambiguity until it bites them.
 
Per 5/9's stream, Josh mentioned seeing a graph where the average tax revenue per race showed a positive vs negative disparity between whites and blacks. It seems familiar, but struggling to find it. Best I found was:
https://www.ssa.gov/policy/docs/projections/tables/taxpayers.html

I'd love to go back and see how these numbers were presented, if anyone can share.
It’s from a race realist blog (I bet). I can’t exactly hunt for it now but probably will… later.
 
Its seems like part of the "consent issue" is that people are eliding two questions. There's the "will asking help you legally" question and the "will if change the social equation if she goes after your reputation later" question.



It will almost certainly help you legally. Atleast in the US there's basically no legal risk whatsoever if she's going to agree she verbally consented to sex. That essentially ends any formal investigation right there.



The separate question of will it keep you from getting canceled as a public figure or from having your social reputation ruined is, at best, much more complicated. This is one of the many reasons it's just best to avoid casual sex. Or, like Null also said, to be like Danny from Ninja Sex Party and have your reputation be so transparently horny that nobody can act like it was ambiguous that you were just looking to smash box like an overnight shift at Walmart.
 
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The Pope has his own $500,000 ring that his Pater gave him just like Ethan Ralph
 
It's almost like you're all autists with low social comprehension. If you're having casual sex, best to ask for consent, whether that's as simple as "can I do x" or working your way up the foreplay ladder to actual intercourse.

Now i want to hear what that coversation look like cause autist with low social comprehension would make it funny.

I often work with retards ranging from austistic to full none verbal retards that yell and wanna smell you.

I had one woman wait till the aid wasnt looking and she started talking about hugs and asked if I wanted to hug.

Fuck it I m gonna go play with chatgpt with prompts for autistics esculation ladder.

Fucking hell its so funny cause I remember those PUA fucks talking about that ladder.

on the topic of PUA, I remember 20 years ago when they were a crazy and some weird looking dude was giving a lecture and was describing a social interaction and fuck if it didnt track with an experience I had. Some time later I wanted to hear that dudes explaination again. Fuck if I could not find it, instead it was just pages and page of "buy my course/slay puss" just fucking slop. There is a fun book debunking the now dead PUA community saying in short.

They are just take money from porly socialized men and explain basic human interactions with a shit ton of backwards rationalization.
 
someone who fucked before can become an incel again. Josh is right: some of you fuckers put more care into your gay little groups "safely" getting high and then you forget the same trains of thought when it comes to sex. Of course it is worth touching base with your chick before/during/after sex. Shit happens. Have none of you fuckers cramped while fucking????????????????
Please stop telling on yourself.

Anyways sex is a game of chance because whoever you be sex with can revoke consent at anytime and claim it was rape, there's different levels of rape, levels you would never understand because you are not raped and will never be raped because no one thinks your rapeable. Rape.
 
Anyways sex is a game of chance because whoever you be sex with can revoke consent at anytime and claim it was rape, there's different levels of rape, levels you would never understand because you are not raped and will never be raped because no one thinks your rapeable. Rape.
Just don't have rape sex, duh. Gotta know it's not rape beforehand and not commit rape rape on the first fucking date.
 
Please stop telling on yourself.

Anyways sex is a game of chance because whoever you be sex with can revoke consent at anytime and claim it was rape, there's different levels of rape, levels you would never understand because you are not raped and will never be raped because no one thinks your rapeable. Rape.
Just don't have rape sex, duh. Gotta know it's not rape beforehand and not commit rape rape on the first fucking date.
The standard response:
 
Card (of Cardposting fame) is sneeding about some breadtuber leech getting a ridiculous sum from kickfundme after bankrupting himself by spending his youtube money on hookers and blow. Card demands he be paid as well.
He's fully aware of the fact he has fans on the farms and wants this vid reposted on MATI (at 2:36):



The "leave a note on your political leanings" is an interesting challenge. Who knows, maybe it will turn out his audience only watches him ironically.
The kickfundme link is https://gofund.me/7385792d
Hello there.
My name is John Card.

I'm twenty-five years old. I currently work full-time, albeit for less than the national median wage, as a historical researcher remotely, having completed my master's degree in history remotely last year. I live alone in rural New South Wales, Australia, in a once-abandoned, two room, farmer's hut I restored to modest habitability myself, by hand.

In any given month. my only typical expenses are necessities: food, utilities, electricity and water rates, and the occasional home repair. I never spend on any 'luxury' items. I don't drink, don't smoke, don't do drugs, don't gamble, paid my own way through all my tertiary education with intermittent seasonal work as I studied, and have no outstanding debts.

In my time not working, I enjoy reading widely, playing music on guitar and keyboard, sewing, drawing, papier-mache modelling, hiking, cultivating native wildflowers, writing, woodworking, tinkering with electronics, and making YouTube videos informed by my almost decade-old interest in non-hierarchical community organising and activism.

However, despite my employment and my frugal lifestyle, the cost of living and ever-worsening economic conditions generally mean that I, like many working people, am struggling to meaningfully put aside enough money to get ahead in life.
The cost of any property for a prospective first home-buyer has literally almost doubled every year the past decade in this country and vastly outstrips what any single-income person can catch up to by saving. Inflation and the cost of living rises significantly quicker than wage increases do, to the point where even the most financially responsible working person can't keep up with the market.

I am humbly requesting the financial charity of others to help facilitate me moving to a more suitable residence in a less remote part of the country, where I could find more gainful employment with my skills and qualifications. To this end, I would be immensely grateful for any donation made that I could count towards this goal.

I know there has been something of a rise recently in the amount of people who have been using platforms like GoFundMe and similar to raise funds to improve their current living situations. Some individuals and fundraising campaigns on sites like these have attracted a degree of controversy given their own successes, whether warranted or not.
But I would like to raise my hand to seek assistance now, and ask "Am I any less of a 'deserving' individual?"

Thank you for your interest, and have a lovely day.
 

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I smash box. Didn't read the rest of that.

null I thought you were saving yourself for marriage :(

any man who owns or appears to own property, a car, has cash to flash from online/IT hustle is instantly fuckable in this economy. It's never been easier, in any era ever, to search for the opposite sex who is also seeking, and proceed to laying pipe. If you can't compete with the lolcows on this site like Chris or Boogie, who are extremely damaged people inside & out, you are doing something fundamentally wrong, and you can pay me $100/hr to permanently fix it for you in personal life coach sessions.

Josh isn't saving himself for marriage and you're undercharging this is a bad day for me
 
Card (of Cardposting fame) is sneeding about some breadtuber leech getting a ridiculous sum from kickfundme after bankrupting himself by spending his youtube money on hookers and blow. Card demands he be paid as well...

"I live alone in rural New South Wales, Australia, in a once-abandoned, two room, farmer's hut I restored to modest habitability myself, by hand."
I didn't know Cardposting was living in an actual old shack in the middle of nowhere. I thought the array of ancient monitors behind him was just for effect, not a load-bearing wall.

Where's the betting pool for when he's going to troon out? Or is he not close enough to Sydney for that?
 
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here s a sketch chat gpt wrote that describes how farmers have sex

[Emma straddles Nick on the bed, kissing him. He kisses back but goes stiff. His hands hover, then land on her shoulders like he’s checking for dislocations.]


EMMA (pulls back, annoyed):

Nick, what the hell are you doing? Touch me like you mean it!


NICK:
I just—wait. Before we go further. I need to ask: Do I have your verbal consent?


EMMA (pulls away, pissed):
Are you serious right now?


NICK (nodding):
Absolutely. It’s important. Clear boundaries prevent future misinterpretations and potential legal—


EMMA (cutting him off):
Oh my god. Have you been reading stupid subreddits again?


NICK (deadpan):
No. Kiwi Farms.


[Beat. Emma stares at him like he just confessed to licking subway poles.]


EMMA:

Jesus Christ, Nick.


NICK (panicking):
I just wanted to make sure you felt safe!


EMMA:
I’m half-naked on top of you. I didn’t come here for a TED Talk on consent law!


NICK:
I thought we could sync on a mutual escalation protocol!


EMMA (yelling):
I don’t need a protocol—I need you to make me wet, Nick!


[Nick freezes, stunned. Beat. Then—]


NICK (quietly):

...Do you want me to draft a plan for that?


EMMA:
Touch. Me. Like. A. Man. Or get out.


[Nick swallows, puts his hands on her hips. No more hovering. No more narrating. She exhales.]


NICK (softly):

Okay. New plan. No charts. Just… heat.


EMMA (leaning in):
Finally.
 
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