RosebyAnyName
Staring at the ceiling for 6 hours
- Nov 9, 2023
- 235
(tw: I'm not kidding about the "unhinged" part in the title)
I hate being female.
I hate that I was taught to always say yes even before I could speak, and now it's my fault that I couldn't say no to the boy who wanted to touch my body inappropriately (and it's normal anyways because he was just "playing doctor" and "he liked me"). I hate that I was socially punished in highschool for reporting when a guy and his friend group groped and dry humped me. I hate that in university I was completely cut off from my friend group and socially isolated for calmly leaving a conversation because I wasn't comfortable being asked "tits or ass".
I hate that everyone wants me to be a rapeable fuckdoll solely because I am biologically female. I hate that everyone wants me to be punished with rape and forcibly impregnated because I don't want to have sex with men (I'm a lesbian).
I hate that conservatives hate me for not wanting to be a live-in sex maid forced to care for shitstain children under the ownership of a male. I hate liberals for saying I'm an evil terf bigot for not wanting to have sex with dicks, although honestly at this point I don't want to have sex with anyone in the LGBT community because even other lesbians hate me for not worshipping dick and being a "good lesbian" who's ok with cotton ceiling rhetoric and rape culture in LGBT spaces.
I hate men for the way they've treated women for thousands of years everywhere on the entire planet. I hate how males have created multitudes of cultures all over the world, each with their own special and unique way to justify why women are only ever breeding cattle, and if they aren't then they deserve to be tortured. I hate women for loving and cheerleading their abusers, and similarly punishing any woman who doesn't want to be around men. If even a single woman gives anything to a man (by being a prostitute, a tradwife), then every man can point to her and say I deserve to be beaten and raped until I become like her, because if one woman can do it then everyone must do it or else they're "failed" women who aren't being sexually available for men like they're "supposed to be." Women are some of the biggest advocates for prostitution and porn, and they want to force me into being raped on camera as punishment for being a "bigot".
I can't even find suicide resources to leave this shitty world because even the fucking suicide forums are run by incels and woman-haters. It's socially unacceptable to be racist, abelist, transphobic, homophobic, etc. (and that's good, I'm not advocating for these things) but not only is it 100% acceptable to publicly hate women, but women willing advocate for their own self-hatred, and they will always advocate for their own abuse because they enjoy it. Feminism is a lost cause because women don't want to be free from the men, they're sexuality makes them attracted to their abusers. They put a halo around the men they love so much, even when 80% of them watch women being raped on camera.
I have been considering therapy recently, but now I'm deciding against it because all of my therapists want me to be sexually available to a man. It's just a "trauma I need to unlearn" so I can fulfill what everyone considers my only purpose as a woman: to be a rape doll for men. All of my therapists want to force me into prostitution because they support the right for women to advertise themselves as nothing but fuck holes.
And it isn't because of anything I've come up with, I've simply learned that this is how women are seen in the real world, yet for some reason I'm blamed for it because I acknowledge it and still won't go along with it. I literally can't, I'm a lesbian. People who think loneliness is the worst possible fate must be very privileged, because the truth is that it's significantly more traumatic to be in the crosshairs of someone else's sexuality.
I love to "dress ugly" when I go out. I love when everyone barely glances at me and quickly looks away. I love when people think I'm "scary" and leave me alone. I feel calm, confident, and happy when I am not seen as rapeable. But, I hate when it's summer and I wear less, and everyone puts on shitty fake smiles or pleasant voices because I'm "cute". I've had multiple people call me cute and it makes me want to shoot myself in front of them. I hate when males stare at my body like a piece of meat when they think I'm not looking. I hate when my mother, who knows I'm a lesbian, says "oh, he's looking at you~" all cutesy and shit as if I ever want to be around some ugly ass man for any reason. I especially love when she points out when a much older man is staring at me.
I hate that I fawn to hell and back whenever I'm in confrontation with a man because I know I will be punished if I show even the slightest bit of discontent around a man. He will yell at me and beat me and everyone will tell me I deserved it for being "mean" to a man by not essentially sucking his cock right then and there. It's horrible. It's traumatic, significantly more than being seen as "scary" or whatever.
Being dead is a privileged. A homeless man can wander or even die on the streets, but a homeless woman is quickly scooped up by a pimp and forcibly raped for 14 hours a day and kept alive for 50+ years. But, according to other women, that's just "sex work" and I shouldn't be such a bigot, and somehow that's actually a better fate then just dieing in the peace of my own company.
I wish I could be dead. I remember being a child and wanting to sew my vulva shut, or getting nullification surgery because I hate how 100% of the population sees me as nothing more than a rapeable fuckdoll who deserves to be forcibly impregnated. I have been afraid of this since before I remember and I'm told I'm just being "paranoid" or "mean to men" when I talk about it, so I should shut up and just accept it because it's a woman's duty to please a man.
Most of all is that I hate that I can't not think about it. I can't escape abuse or the people who advocate for it. I can't be in the gym without thinking about how other males stare at me (while I feel disgusting for staring at the women there too). I can't go anywhere without men being present or considered. Can't go to the clothing store because there's a men's section. My mind is like a big hole, and every thought is like a drop of water: no matter where that droplet of water hits the ground, it always slowly sinks back into the "male trauma" hole, where it festers and loops for hours of my day at a time and there's nothing I can do to stop it. It just keeps happening. I can never heal because I can never be away from the thing that traumatizes me: men and their worshipers.
I wrote all of this is only a couple minutes because there are just what my thoughts look like, it flowed more naturally than anything my mind has every been capable of. I can barely focus at work or vacuum my floor and clean my house regularly, but I sure can spend hours on end in the "hating men thought loop".
Inb4 everyone responds with "butwhataboutmen" and ignores everything I just said, because women are never allowed to have trauma outside of hypersexuality and doing cam work.
I hate being female.
I hate that I was taught to always say yes even before I could speak, and now it's my fault that I couldn't say no to the boy who wanted to touch my body inappropriately (and it's normal anyways because he was just "playing doctor" and "he liked me"). I hate that I was socially punished in highschool for reporting when a guy and his friend group groped and dry humped me. I hate that in university I was completely cut off from my friend group and socially isolated for calmly leaving a conversation because I wasn't comfortable being asked "tits or ass".
I hate that everyone wants me to be a rapeable fuckdoll solely because I am biologically female. I hate that everyone wants me to be punished with rape and forcibly impregnated because I don't want to have sex with men (I'm a lesbian).
I hate that conservatives hate me for not wanting to be a live-in sex maid forced to care for shitstain children under the ownership of a male. I hate liberals for saying I'm an evil terf bigot for not wanting to have sex with dicks, although honestly at this point I don't want to have sex with anyone in the LGBT community because even other lesbians hate me for not worshipping dick and being a "good lesbian" who's ok with cotton ceiling rhetoric and rape culture in LGBT spaces.
I hate men for the way they've treated women for thousands of years everywhere on the entire planet. I hate how males have created multitudes of cultures all over the world, each with their own special and unique way to justify why women are only ever breeding cattle, and if they aren't then they deserve to be tortured. I hate women for loving and cheerleading their abusers, and similarly punishing any woman who doesn't want to be around men. If even a single woman gives anything to a man (by being a prostitute, a tradwife), then every man can point to her and say I deserve to be beaten and raped until I become like her, because if one woman can do it then everyone must do it or else they're "failed" women who aren't being sexually available for men like they're "supposed to be." Women are some of the biggest advocates for prostitution and porn, and they want to force me into being raped on camera as punishment for being a "bigot".
I can't even find suicide resources to leave this shitty world because even the fucking suicide forums are run by incels and woman-haters. It's socially unacceptable to be racist, abelist, transphobic, homophobic, etc. (and that's good, I'm not advocating for these things) but not only is it 100% acceptable to publicly hate women, but women willing advocate for their own self-hatred, and they will always advocate for their own abuse because they enjoy it. Feminism is a lost cause because women don't want to be free from the men, they're sexuality makes them attracted to their abusers. They put a halo around the men they love so much, even when 80% of them watch women being raped on camera.
I have been considering therapy recently, but now I'm deciding against it because all of my therapists want me to be sexually available to a man. It's just a "trauma I need to unlearn" so I can fulfill what everyone considers my only purpose as a woman: to be a rape doll for men. All of my therapists want to force me into prostitution because they support the right for women to advertise themselves as nothing but fuck holes.
And it isn't because of anything I've come up with, I've simply learned that this is how women are seen in the real world, yet for some reason I'm blamed for it because I acknowledge it and still won't go along with it. I literally can't, I'm a lesbian. People who think loneliness is the worst possible fate must be very privileged, because the truth is that it's significantly more traumatic to be in the crosshairs of someone else's sexuality.
I love to "dress ugly" when I go out. I love when everyone barely glances at me and quickly looks away. I love when people think I'm "scary" and leave me alone. I feel calm, confident, and happy when I am not seen as rapeable. But, I hate when it's summer and I wear less, and everyone puts on shitty fake smiles or pleasant voices because I'm "cute". I've had multiple people call me cute and it makes me want to shoot myself in front of them. I hate when males stare at my body like a piece of meat when they think I'm not looking. I hate when my mother, who knows I'm a lesbian, says "oh, he's looking at you~" all cutesy and shit as if I ever want to be around some ugly ass man for any reason. I especially love when she points out when a much older man is staring at me.
I hate that I fawn to hell and back whenever I'm in confrontation with a man because I know I will be punished if I show even the slightest bit of discontent around a man. He will yell at me and beat me and everyone will tell me I deserved it for being "mean" to a man by not essentially sucking his cock right then and there. It's horrible. It's traumatic, significantly more than being seen as "scary" or whatever.
Being dead is a privileged. A homeless man can wander or even die on the streets, but a homeless woman is quickly scooped up by a pimp and forcibly raped for 14 hours a day and kept alive for 50+ years. But, according to other women, that's just "sex work" and I shouldn't be such a bigot, and somehow that's actually a better fate then just dieing in the peace of my own company.
I wish I could be dead. I remember being a child and wanting to sew my vulva shut, or getting nullification surgery because I hate how 100% of the population sees me as nothing more than a rapeable fuckdoll who deserves to be forcibly impregnated. I have been afraid of this since before I remember and I'm told I'm just being "paranoid" or "mean to men" when I talk about it, so I should shut up and just accept it because it's a woman's duty to please a man.
Most of all is that I hate that I can't not think about it. I can't escape abuse or the people who advocate for it. I can't be in the gym without thinking about how other males stare at me (while I feel disgusting for staring at the women there too). I can't go anywhere without men being present or considered. Can't go to the clothing store because there's a men's section. My mind is like a big hole, and every thought is like a drop of water: no matter where that droplet of water hits the ground, it always slowly sinks back into the "male trauma" hole, where it festers and loops for hours of my day at a time and there's nothing I can do to stop it. It just keeps happening. I can never heal because I can never be away from the thing that traumatizes me: men and their worshipers.
I wrote all of this is only a couple minutes because there are just what my thoughts look like, it flowed more naturally than anything my mind has every been capable of. I can barely focus at work or vacuum my floor and clean my house regularly, but I sure can spend hours on end in the "hating men thought loop".
Inb4 everyone responds with "butwhataboutmen" and ignores everything I just said, because women are never allowed to have trauma outside of hypersexuality and doing cam work.