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devotionaltraining: gnyrf: thegiftsofpatriarchy: spicsnchinks: ebondream: spicsnchinks: patriarchy-makes-america-great: The feminist rebellion is defeated, the Regime is Rising. Opposing Us is useless. Surrender. Submit. Obey. What is next is inevitable. As all cunts do, eventually. A lot of these blogs are about the inevitability of the patriarchy’s victory. But I think the truth is a lot more sinister. I could be rising above my nature. A lot of people do it all the time. Instead I am wasting my time not just brain-washing myself with reams upon reams of degrading porn, but using my meager skills search out fitting images and putting them together into posts for fueling men’s sexist desires, and tempting other girls into doing the same. It’s almost a sacrifice of sorts, and the deity is my own degradation. Every minute you invest into creating misogynistic content you are giving in a little bit of yourself. The more you put into this, the less you become. You strengthen the power that is already flooding your mind, you make yourself and your gender tinier and tinier, each time less capable of standing the pressure. And the best part is: you can’t avoid this. It’s what your cunt, the commanding center of your actions, urges for. Stop fighting against it, and start fighting for it. I’ve seen that process play out countless times, now: It starts as a fetish you browse for. Then you make a blog to save and share it. You start talking to people who have embraced it. Increasingly it isn’t just the images of it that arouse you, but the idea that it could be you. The feeling that you’ve been betraying feminism by getting off to women like this becomes more powerful as you realize you could become a woman like this. As these thoughts appear in your mind more and more during your everyday life, your own corruption becomes a focus of your arousal. Generally, it’s around here that you begin seriously trying to edge and practice self denial. The pleasure becomes increasingly addictive as it invades more and more of your thoughts. Every little step you take to make yourself into the image of this becomes arousing: improving your appearance, little acts of submission. As this becomes a bigger part of who you are, the need to be used by a man who would confirm them becomes overwhelming. The role of a woman who betrays feminism, who serves patriarchy, who leads other women into submission becomes ever more central to you as the idea of truly surrendering to this seems increasingly possible, necessary, real. Soon you realize that the parts of you that are pretending it is play are losing to the parts of you that want it to be real. The arousal at the idea you could truly be changed becomes overwhelming as the first woman you seek to betray to the patriarchy is yourself. Eventually you realize this is who you are and what you have always been inside. The pleasure in your cunt has been leading you to this moment all along, each step building from the last. The pleasure you felt as you took in these ideas and images has rewired your brain. You surrender to your cunt, as you embrace that serving cock is truly your purpose. It doesn’t matter where you are now in that process: laying that out for you doesn’t make it any less effective. You could be near the start, rubbing yourself to the fantasy of it, like it’s just playful erotica. Or you could be near the end, as you realize this is you and surrender is inevitable. The patriarchy always wins. Embrace your surrender. This♥️♥️♥️ Devotional Training: Promoting your realization of self-fulfillment. I’m only at talking to others about it and imaging it could be me. Who wants to help me the rest of the way? Kik Wickr Telegram KaelynRea -- source link