The #metoo campaign is tragic. So many women and even girls have been harassed, assaulted, raped, not-raped, regret-raped, blackout-raped, retard-raped, crazy-raped, semi-raped, partially raped, kinda sorta maybe almost raped, remembered it in a therapist’s office-raped, cat-callled, pinched, touched, hugged, kissed, felt up and down and all around, propositioned with horrific lewdness and audacity, molested, semi-molested, barely molested, sort of molested, leered at, asked out on dates, subjected to horrific sexual jokes, been asked for their numbers, been looked at, stared at, glanced at, winked at, waved at, all in all, simply subjected to the disgusting and vile sex drives of heterosexual men…
So many women-children are damaged, harmed, ruined, in perma-therapy, PTSD’d, anorgasmic, turned lesbian separatist, gone lezbo, enfrigidized, experienced flashbacks, and had unwanted sex so many times they could not count them, were subjected to innumerable unwanted orgasms, withered under the penetrating malevolence of the male gaze, and consented when they could not consent for a zillion unheard of reasons. They are basket cases, drunks, drug addicts, sex addicts, cutters, self-harmers, Borderlines, crybabies, permanent girl-children, and women who never put on their big girl pants, crying like little girls all the way to their deathbeds.
It’s all such a tragedy. We men are pigs. How dare we have a sex drive! Disgusting!
So with that I say me too!
Me too – I got females drunk just so I could screw them. Me too – I lied, charmed, fooled, conned, tricked, and played countless females into bed, just to be evil and for no other reason. Me too – I pouted, argued, and barked out orders to them. Me too – I kissed them aggressively, crudely, and wickedly. Me too – I pawed at their tender breasts like a wild animal. Me too – I grabbed them by the pussy so many times it become second nature. Me too – I pestered them when they spent the night in my bed and refused to put out.
Me too – I played grabass with them for hours while they wandered around my place refusing to put out. Me too – I tried to seduce my female maids. Me too – I cheated on my girlfriends just to be a dick. Me too – I gave my girlfriends STD’s, then laughed and said, “Don’t ever say I never gave you anything!” Me too – I was a creepy, predator pedophile with girls aged 14-17 from age 18-20.
Me too – my motto is, “If there’s grass on the field, play ball, boys (as long as it’s legal)!” Me too – I continued to date teenage girls (legal ones) all the way to edge of age 59. Me too – I’m a sick fuck and damn proud of it. Me too – I watched porn for years, harming many fake women in the process. Me too – I bought a whore once or twice. Me too – I used women for sex and vice versa. Me too – If you’re in my apartment, ladies, you’re in enemy territory – there’s the door, and you can always leave.
Me too – I never asked permission to do much of anything sexual to a woman outside of bed. Me too – guys who have to ask permission to kiss a chick or touch her tits are faggots. Me too – I realize teenage girls are all sexless virgins with no sex drives who play with Barbie Dolls. Me too – I realize that no female anywhere can probably truly consent to sex at any time and place. Me too – I realize that all sex is rape, and all men are rapists. Me too – I have done more than my part 50 times over to perpetuate nonexistent rape culture.
Below is my own heartfelt metoo statement, showing my solidarity with all the wymmyn out there who have been so horribly harmed by us evil, gross, pig straight men.