>>24862198
Typical lies and misdirection, I wasn't sure that you were a woman before but I am now, the perfidiousness of your cursed sex betrays you. No, you and I both know we're not talking about coombait or nude images, we're talking about your soul, the dark fantasies therewithin that make your loins quiver and keep you coming back to threads like these.
Yes, my little Jeanne Duval, you have a darkness within you. Darker even than your skin. I've met your type before. Immigrant parents most likely, the kind to put all the prejudices and expectations of their homeland on you. So growing up in America you never fit in with the "black" crowd, and lets face it, you were always too dark for the whites, if your parents let you leave the house at all. That's probably where it started, your internet addiction. At some point you stumbled onto 4chan and for the first time in your life you could be yourself. All the self loathing, instilled in you by a family (were they nigerian? i bet they were nigerian) who "didn't want to see you become a stereotype", anonymously given voice by the faceless mob.
But it was the incel threads that really drew you in. Even if you weren't hopelessly socially maladroit (and you are, my poor bete noire), your immigrant parents would never let you go out with the boys, and you lacked the inner strength to defy them so deftly. So your youth was lost, wasted really, your plumb lips unsuckled, your ripe boosom unfondeled, the purple folds of your womenhood never satiated. To any woman this would be unbearable, and you Africans are an espescially lusty breed. Oh!-- Oh!-- what resentments this must have bred in you (the only thing breeding in you, sadly), to be eclipsed by your prettier, more popular peers. To hear the stories of their sexual conquests, to see them growing into themselves while you stagnated. But here, far away from the perfect image you try so desprately to project, you could express your true resentments. It's true what they say, that there is none who hates women as women do. In the context of 4chan, you were not loveless, you were high value, a virginess among virgins. And the girls you grew up with, who lived their lives, who enjoyed men as they pleased, they were not freerer, braver, and more desirable than you, no, they were "Stacies" and "hoodrats" you could pile your ressentiment upon.
And this complex of yours, detatched from reality, grew and grew until finally it became a full blown tranny-itis. Look at those homeless men, under the underpass, don't you wish you were them? Don't you wish you could stand peeing up like they do? With their meaty cocks, so adapted for poking and proding... for exploring the world. And you, being neither poked nor prodded, internalized something far worse. For you are no Jessie Redmon Fauset, your bachelorettehood is not the sign of a superior bohemian existence, but the result of a lifelong passivity that seeks, fetishizes even, only to be castigated.
