YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

Of course we could have sex without it being rape but that wouldn't really be sex at all, it would be me pleasuring you, I would get nothing out of it but the joy of satisfying you...and that joy only goes so far, I need satisfaction too, but I fear my satisfaction will be your misery. Are you strong enough?

What is sexrape with me like? Well I'm glad you asked! I will go from a gentle and attentive psychic being who is concerned with your safety, to a nearly dead inside amoeba like creature who's only goal is mindless penetration and copulation. Enjoy!

Let's say the feminists are right and all sex is rape. If all sex is rape then I can't have sex without it being rape. If that's the case, so be it. I will find a girl who is willing to let me consensually rape her, and negotiate our terms clearly. I would like it best if my victim could be my wife or girlfriend, but if she prefers to keep things casual (a casual victim) there's not much I can do about it, have to take my lumps, and say bon voyage after our session, such is life.

I'm sorry people this has been a schizophrenic month so far

99% of the time I am your loving, quiet, empathic boyfriend. 1% of the time I am your vicious unfeeling rapist.

Seeking gf who will just let me rape her. Let's cut the bullshit. I'm a rapist, up front and honest, for me to cum I have to not be thinking about your pleasure or desires at all, for about 2 and a half minutes.

The second you start proving things to people you've already lost the game. Enjoy life. You ain't got nothin to prove to nobody.

To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep—
To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of disprized love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death
The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?

I will do physics now

Physics

Fear should be embraced

Defeat is an inevitably to be embraced

I'm worried a human will bludgeon me irreparably

Meeting new people irl terrifies me