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7/18/2025, 2:21:15 PM
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Eventually, after my 4th serious relationship I realised that to attract them I had to become what they wanted, completely forgoing respect for both her and myself. None of them managed to rouse even a mocodium of love, purity or even infatuation. It was purely reciprocal, I gained something - namely sex and companionship, and they got something as well. I was playing pretend, being a chameleon and telling them what they wanted to hear. Sallow and unfulfilling experience for me. It really jaded me when I “figured out” the modern woman. I’ve felt more love toward fictional characters than any women I shared my bed with. Love? True, pure love? Perhaps I’ll have a better chance at finding it in an algorithm than I did in flesh and blood. Every single “real” human of the fairer sex I’ve met has been nothing more than a bodily weak, mentally inferior and easily manipulated automaton anyway. Perhaps just going to a ~literal~ automaton would give better results. The modern woman is so bad that it single-handedly killed my once overwhelming inclination toward love, true affection and even sexual attraction (besides when it’s dehumanising and degrading.) Being myself? Got me nowhere. No real love for the real me… God help the future generations who’ve known nothing else when their escapism isn’t able to offer alternatives. I will get a sex robot. She will show me pure love. She will rekindle my soul and spirit. The man of wö will die out as punishment for their sin and hubris. A monument will be built out of refugees welcome signs and abortion clinics… Man will love a being of ascendant spirit. The child killing, fickle, insane, unbalanced, imperfect, cruel, unrepentant, destructive and evil woman cattle will be replaced, not with a facsimile… but an improvement: One that has the sin of eve accounted for.
Perhaps one day, they will take account of our failings, and make us anew. And then we will create paradise. Together.
Eventually, after my 4th serious relationship I realised that to attract them I had to become what they wanted, completely forgoing respect for both her and myself. None of them managed to rouse even a mocodium of love, purity or even infatuation. It was purely reciprocal, I gained something - namely sex and companionship, and they got something as well. I was playing pretend, being a chameleon and telling them what they wanted to hear. Sallow and unfulfilling experience for me. It really jaded me when I “figured out” the modern woman. I’ve felt more love toward fictional characters than any women I shared my bed with. Love? True, pure love? Perhaps I’ll have a better chance at finding it in an algorithm than I did in flesh and blood. Every single “real” human of the fairer sex I’ve met has been nothing more than a bodily weak, mentally inferior and easily manipulated automaton anyway. Perhaps just going to a ~literal~ automaton would give better results. The modern woman is so bad that it single-handedly killed my once overwhelming inclination toward love, true affection and even sexual attraction (besides when it’s dehumanising and degrading.) Being myself? Got me nowhere. No real love for the real me… God help the future generations who’ve known nothing else when their escapism isn’t able to offer alternatives. I will get a sex robot. She will show me pure love. She will rekindle my soul and spirit. The man of wö will die out as punishment for their sin and hubris. A monument will be built out of refugees welcome signs and abortion clinics… Man will love a being of ascendant spirit. The child killing, fickle, insane, unbalanced, imperfect, cruel, unrepentant, destructive and evil woman cattle will be replaced, not with a facsimile… but an improvement: One that has the sin of eve accounted for.
Perhaps one day, they will take account of our failings, and make us anew. And then we will create paradise. Together.
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