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CHOCOLATE BABY BATTER
In one of my earlier post on this very blog (scroll below) I elaborated a bit on possession, control and how they were not the ultimate way to have possession of the Cunt's mind, body and soul. What I did talk about was ownership with is in dire contrast to merely “thinking” you have control and possession.
Throughout my life until about the age of 52 my cunts were always extraordinarily pretty, attractive, sexy and all charged with high libidos and few scruples, when it came to sexual activity. Or I initially knew that they were good “classic control models” that would soon capitulate to my desires no matter how degrading or dangerous it became for them. One might if merely by making judgments or speculating in the non-empirical conjecture, think I did not like these Cunts, quite to the contrary. I had to “like” verses “love” then to make them tolerable to even be in my presence. So, yes, I liked them and even cultivated relationships of superficial to mild friendships. The fact remained, I could not “love” them in any classical definition of this overused or overrated word. The sad reality was that I needed them to fulfill my lustful desires and become a part of my wild machinations and fantasies that had a temporary sedating effect. The former statement being a paradox, as before the satiation, eg. Sedation could overtake me there needed first, to be the heighten anxiety and drama of whatever sexual machination was running amuck through my malfunctioning neuro-bio-chemistry.
You may find it absurd, biased, ignorant coupled with prejudice against women, I assure you it was always misogyny from my earliest memories. Women are liars and whores, most of them given the opportunity will commit acts of infidelity with some Junior Samples tiny pecker hick, just to get a few positive strokes. Revolt against this statement, refute it, call it insanity or complete insecurity or paranoia, as you may...it makes it nonetheless true for the vast majority of Cunts. You must try to ingest that women are self-absorbed, narcissistic, scheming, have an agenda that does not include you, the swinging “alleged” dick in her life, or are simply whores. The Cunt must find positive reinforcements for her inadequacies and mental shortcomings. Thus most will cheat for that reinforcement. However, when the bitch tells you, “It was nothing, he meant nothing.” She is likely telling the truth. How can that be you ask? Because, she gave up the tail for the verbal adoration. The ugly short dicked duckling, told her everything she wanted to hear about her sexual prowess, her brilliant mind, and her voluptuous body and all the class she had while he was blowing a 3.5 minute nut. Well, that may be an exaggeration. He told her all that shit, for hours prior to, and for several hours afterwards, as the Cunt in an epicurean fashion absorbed every word from some Gomer Pyle loser.
What an idiot, you say? Ah, this guy writing this claims to have an androgynous nature? Well surprise, surprise, of course I do. A highly developed one and not insofar as to be self-loathing towards my Cunt half either. It reflects pure unadulterated ignorance to hate what you cannot understand. I mentioned previously that I actually liked many Cunts throughout my life. Did I mention that I let go, released myself resolutely? Did I mention that I did not throttle myself in allowing myself to be as the Cunt. In order to better understand something I needed for my own self-absorbed, narcissistic pleasures. Self aggrandizement with the aid of a Cunt so to speak. I could have never done it without permitting myself to get in touch with and feel my own androgyny. In the “Art of War” by the ancient Chinese warrior Sun Tsu, he repeatedly emphasizes that one must know his enemy in order to be triumphacunt.
Therefore early on in my teen years I felt the painful sting of a Cunt's infidelity, that sinking feeling as though your heart in making its way slowly through your bowels. As my essence per what one call the soul is on the verge of death. The unceasing ache exuded to the outside world erupting from within, not in torrents, but slowly as creeping magma. Ah, what is this horrible sting? Might I surly die as it has pierced me like sword, in heart, in bowel, in soul? I found myself at this point, fragile and delicate whereas there was no ability left within me to trust any creature, man or woman or even beast. Only the defiant and strong recover, the weak hesitate, procrastinate and thereafter keep a near unhealthy distance from the Cunt, the Cunt so mighty she has touched him so deep, within he relegates himself to being a victim. He neither gets a sweet chunk of tail nor a kiss, for he shies from the evil beast for the remainder of his days. Never realizing it was he that imbued her with so much power over him. With titles like the confirmed bachelor who does not date, the alcoholic, the drug addict, the derelict and in the most tragic finality, he who takes his own life as the pain could no longer be endured nor the loneliness tolerated.
Subsequent to my first slings, arrows and the slow piercing sword, I decided that never again could I permit myself to give up my self worth, my esteem, my heart or soul to a Cunt. But how, I, weak of the flesh such as I was do this? Initially, I would have to gain access to the enemies camp, collaborate and consort with these Devil- Cunts. In every tactic using all subtleties, advocating their causes. Understanding their pain, frustrations. The unfair “shakes” such as lower wages for the same work and the pervasive “glass ceilings” and discrimination that allegedly befell them in a man's world, within the arrays of all the “good old boy” networks. In essence, in order to find my androgynous side, I had to feel their pain. I did my consorting in a state of mind, we will call neutrality. Was I to allow my own biases or personal feeling to come into play I would have been defeating my purpose. Admittedly, it was no easy task. However, I knew I could not live without lewd, lustful, lascivious sexual exploits requiring a Cunt. Thus, I had to learn of my enemy, in that my infiltrations would not ever become obvious. In those days I had allowed myself with great difficulty to become, “A New-Age Sensitive” kinda of guy. Of course, I was getting my pole past the beef lips into the pungent little pleasure palaces. Just not in the palaces of the elitist twats I was consorting with for educational purposes. So debonair' that I passed an opportunity to fuck one of the most beautiful women at Berkeley at a Sadie Hawkins day dance. That was “fucking” painful and throughly disheartening lest I go on ad infinitum.
In those days of course, I was consorting with the Church of Satan, Anton LeVey and company, running massive amounts of drugs across the Mexican border, a flirting with a membership into the Hells Angels, Oakland chapter. My plate so to speak was full, but I did not neglect my Cunt studies nor my pledged obligations to support many a “Twatamania” causes.
Surprising as it may seem, by 1973 I was adored, revered and highly respected by a great many elitist pig Cunts on the campus at UC Berkeley. I railed against the Manson girls (but secretly wanted to fuck all of them in some nasty sordid manner) and advocated strongly for Patty Hearst. Some of the twats thought Patti was in on her snatching (no pun intended) and I may have been the first on UC Berkeley campus to sway growing opinions as I ever so eloquently elaborated on the Stockholm syndrome.
I have to admit that when Leslie Van Houten was on trial I had fantasies of busting her out to go on a sexcapade rampage with her. In those days not so much different for a young man these days, Charles Manson showed how easily Cunts could be owned and manipulated to do virtually anything, as was clearly demonstrated.
I however, saw Cunts as a dichotomy, while weak they were also very strong in their opinions. Yet all Cunt's opinions can be changed, some are more rigidly devoted than others. Giving credit, some Cunts presented a challenge to me. That was fine, the more challenging the Cunt the better I would get at my craft and my ability to ascertain full ownership. I digress.
The Sad Case of Barbara Wayne- I met Barbara one day in front of Sproul Hall and she knew of me, and my give or take legendary way with the ladies* (*Liars and Whores). Barbara was from wealth and privilege. The product of a family that saw itself as special, far and away a cut above anyone not from the society page of the Seattle Post Intelligencer. Ah, Barbara was a “Blue Blooded All American Girl, her progenitors, fucking Capitalist Oligarch Pig Bastards. I decided to take Barbara on in a socio-cultural experiment. Sure she was an elitist little twat, but she wasn't a bad Cunt, just a Cunt without a pro noun. I had learned that Barbara's xenophobic, racist, bigoted family was not happy with her being at such a liberal school such as Berkeley. She was a Radcliffe or Sarah Lawrence girl. Barbara had made it well known to her family that she was taking part in a myriad of “social justice causes” Shit like lettuce pickers and welfare queens of the black persuasion. The idea hit me! What if...I could get this bitch to get pregnant by a po' old black underprivileged boy from the squalor of East Oakland or Palo Alto? This of course, required discussions on slavery. (Revisionist, of course) Oh, how Whitey had taken those po' folks from their native Africa, made 'em row slave trader vessels, dying of disease and starvation, and only after they had been sold like animals on the auction block by (Their own people of course) but for Barbara, the wicked slave traders that relentlessly pursued them through the bush for capture destine for auction blocks and whippings by da White man on his plantations if they survived. The evil White man who just partook of dhey wemmen, impregnating them and separating whole families.
A long story short.....:) In order to do her part to “make it up to the slaves” she needed to screw black men, and the ultimate statement would be to carry a black man's child or chillin'. This unselfish act would not only show her parents how devout her social consciousness was, but she'd be bearing the child of men whose great, great grandfathers had been sold into slavery. Thus, with her “elitist blue blood” she could afford the child advantages and subsequently make up, at least do her part in making up for the atrocities her forefathers had committed. No problem, she thought it a fantastic idea. And when I told that it was only for procreation, not for anything more, and that I would be with her, set up her slight indiscretions and watch, in that no harm befall her, she was ecstatic. I got her fucked by at least 15 Negroes all of whom loved doing her and she was not complaining either. About 5 months after the commencement of our socio-cultural righting of wrong experiment the fucking rabbit died!
The bun in Barbara's oven was a lil' picannany fo shoue.
Barbara hid her pregnancy from her parents, but when the half-negro which looked damn near fully black came out da chute, well the jig (no pun intended) was up. Lyn and Georgia gave her an ultimatum. Either give that “thing” away or we will not only disown you, we will write you out of our Will. I was, of course, sympathetic and supportive. I have to hand it to old Barb, she stood her ground.
She was out of school, and living in welfare housing in Mount Lake Terrace in Seattle with lil' ole Rubin after her great grandfather. Years later I saw Barbara, around 1988, she had three lamb heads. The fathers of the latter two were both doing time in Walla -Walla, long stretches. She had a black boyfriend but she had long since been “fixed.” Lyn and Georgia made good on their promise. She was out of the Will and Lyn, her father now dead, Georgia would not give her the time of day. When I saw her in 1988 she probably weighed in around 320 easy. She never blamed me for “enticing, putting her up to it or any it's all your fault shit”. In fact, when I saw her in West Seattle in 1988 I let her honk old BO BO for old time sake, because she was just too dog gone fat to have intercourse with. Then, in 1988, neither of us had any Axe to grind with one another, so I guess....all was copasetic , ya think?
In late 1974 I married a 5'7” perky champagne titted foxy blond 3rd year law student attending Boalt Hall. She was at the time clerking for a sleaze bag liar named Louis, who was black. When I met her she had not only and was fucking Louis she had fucked a few of his well endowed criminal clients as well. She was smart, hot and a Hoe. When Diane and I “fell in Love” rather when I fell deeply into lust, Diane vowed to stop fucking Louis and she did. I was a chivalrous sort amid all my human foibles. One day she came home and told me that Louis copped a feel and then gave her two “Black Cock” magazines to read. Well hell, she always liked them before when he gave them to her. When she told me that he offended her, (Why not sexual harassment in those days?-Could have made some bread) I took the magazines to his office, showed them to him, introduced myself and kicked the shit out of him. Needless to say, her clerking for Louis was promptly terminated.
Once a Hoe always a Hoe is probably true or mostly true. The first year with Diane was uneventful as to my artful manipulation with her cooperation of luring her into a life of sexual debauchery. We began by joining swingers clubs, then I got her going out getting laid bringing home the proof and the details.
Not long thereafter, she was gang -banging multiple Negroes of above average endowment. I had employed all my psycho-sexual skills in concert with my lack of insecurity complimented by my androgynous nature. I for nearly 10 years owned her, as I stated ownership is important. Once, for a single example we were in Las Vegas and I brought two guys I met in the casino to our room and ask her if she would not mind stripping and giving them both a good blow job. She looked them over and replied by stripping and kneeling before one of the men, his cock in her pie hole as the other fondled her. They wanted to fuck her but I was in the mood to see her use her oral argument skills that night. Damn right I could still have her doing it, had I not knocked her up. We parted due to her forsaking her Hoe like nature and nymphomania for our kids, I applaud her for that as much as I can.
I had several opportunities with so called decent Cunts after Diane, but if they were of that ilk, i.e. , they would only fuck other men behind you back and never tell, or not at all. If they had that “One Man” thingy going on, whether it be shame, guilt, brainwashing or incessant morals indoctrinations I 'd fuck them a time or two but really had no desire to further any kind of relationship. They were Cunts of course, but just not the type to whom I was so obsessively attracted.
When Diane departed I was a mere 33, and thereafter I only had “relationships” with infidels, hot wives, hot girlfriends, and semi-quasi cuckoldresses, sluts and those of the “IMA Hoe” mentality. Yet beware, all of those were into that shit about just being with me when we first met. Oh no, they would never cheat on me, or for that matter even give another man a serious look. It might have been true. As I recall I lived with, I think 12 women and married 3 after Diane. I encountered 2 that flatly refused to succumb to their and my overwhelming need to be a Hoe. In fact, one beat me down very badly and only after we had divorced she came over to my house, cum dripping from her pit of disrepute, opened a mink coat and said, “Now am I sexy?” I of course, fucked her, but I could not go on, because I did not like her, and as stated, that is important.
Now I suffer the onset of years, elder age is besetting me, thus my prowess and my ability to capture my whory quarry is greatly diminished. By virtue of this I have by necessity had to kick the habit. I did not and maybe have not gone into that dark night but as for Cunts I am doing my very best.
For all those pathetic love-sick souls out there you must know that a Cunt is a Hoe a female is by nature a Hoe with desires to procreate or breed, whichever you fancy. You are weak and you hesitate at the moment of truth. What is the moment of truth? It is the first time a Cunt challenges your reasonable authority as the dominate male counterpart of a relationship. I said, reasonable! If you ask something of her or want to discuss, or go to a movie, concert, have something for dinner, again nothing sexual but things that are “everyday” as a part of living. Certainly, compromise is essential, compromise and cooperation are necessary as you move towards getting her pink slip- No not a California Vehicle Title, silly. Dominion and ownership over her first soul and the body will follow. You must not back down if she is a contentious bitch. No matter how good the pussy or the head, fluffin' the pup, you must not allow her to ever take control. If she gets any at all, she will become a megalomaniac as all Cunts are naturally. Dump the bitch and move on.
Cunts or bitches are taught to use, or know by nature to use “THE POWER OF THE PUSSY” If you succumb to being as they say “Pussy Whipped” you are a loser and the Cunt will forever dominate and make you life a living hell. That is why taking her sexually to places she has never been before is so very important. As this cycle progresses, while in the act you can bring up the possibility of her fucking other men. NOTE: Do not even intimate that you want other women! If you have an excellent slut, Hoe, cum bucket she will be all you need.
You have to be strong and lose all that insecurity about some other guy having a bigger slong. Fuck that! Once you persuade her to fuck other men, and you begin to enjoy it as much as she is going to, you are getting ownership. What you will do after her say, first three strange dicks, is take away her, POTP or power of the pussy. She can't hold that over you any longer, no spite fucks, or revenge fucks that will devastate your ass. This will be hard for you rookies to understand. The more sexual possessiveness and control you give up, the more you will own your bitch. The greater the ownership the more peace you have. Less bitching and complaining from her.
As most of you racist bigoted fucks know, you loathe a woman who has had black cock. Let's say tons of White men think that if they get with a woman who has had chocolate stick dick, she is contaminated and diseased, stretched out, worthless and a whore. This is total myth and if you believe this shit you are a total fucking moron, idiot and so stupid that you should be in a home for special needs adults. That said, get you Cunt to take the black dick, because most White women have secret taboo jungle fever fantasies. Why don't they talk about them? You fucking morons, because you will jump their ass and maybe dump them or call them every awful name possible. Do not call you Cunt ..a Cunt just because she is.
If you really have it bad for a specific cunt, she is hot, a great lay, nice accessories. Here's the deal, get her into black cock, into enough that she gets pregnant then take her for an abortion. With this, she will have guilt, shame and be a basket case for a while. You in turn will have this, if only in knowledge to hold over her White slut head. Now, who's her Daddy? Good luck!
This is for posting by males that have been fucked over, lied to, cheated on, sent to jail, taken for all they had, and been castrated by some useless fucking, worthless, less than human CUNT
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