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Do guys really enjoy facializing women? Speaking from experience I have to say the answer is yes. Do women really enjoy having their face covered in cum? Speaking from experience I have to say not really. Some might, but it didn’t really do much for me. It’s really something that seems to be totally hot when you see it in porn but turns out not particularly great once you experience it. Being on the receiving side, I mean. Shooting your load on a face is a fantastic feeling for a guy. So is shooting it on a stomach, on tits, on a ass or inside a pussy. Well essentially shooting your load feels good. Who would have thought.

So are facials just something guys learn to like by watching porn? I don’t really think so. Porn is made mostly by men for men and it depicts their fantasies and expectations. That the women in porn are often faking it is a given and most of the time you can tell too.

So are facials humiliating? Yes. As is getting on your knees to give head. Or getting on all fours to get mounted. But that is exactly what makes it hot. Do guys want to humiliate women? Not in general. Some do but most just follow their instincts. So do women want to be humiliated? Not in general. Some do but most just follow their instincts.

It’s only humiliating when you feel that way. And can’t enjoy the parts that are enjoyable. And if you don’t enjoy something to the degree of dislike you shouldn’t let anybody do it to you. But you should also try to understand your significant other. They don’t hate you and they weren’t programmed to do things to you that you don’t like. They might just enjoy some things you don’t. Surely there’s enough things that you both enjoy. Accept their likes as they should accept your dislikes.

What you shouldn’t do is spy on your significant other to find out what disgusting things he really wants to do to you. And then punishing him for it without ever talking about it.

Oh, but if I talk to him about it he will end up talking me into it as he’s so good with words. Well, put him to the test. Does he really accept a no even after he spent a lot of time to convince you to try it? If not, then well this is clearly an abusive relationship. You better separate him then.

That would be going too far, you say? He really isn’t that bad but maybe he won’t be able to control himself when he’s about to come? Well maybe you kind of already agreed to it. Maybe you actually prefer it to, let’s say, drinking it. Maybe you can do it if you trust him enough to allow it. Maybe it’s something he can look forward to in the future.

Why am I repeating stuff from sex counseling articles? Can’t you go out and find those yourself. Is this really what you expect to read here, what you come here for?

And don’t you agree that this article is much better than yesterday’s?

Porn. In a way it’s the ultimate tool of male emancipation. Skip all the flirting, dating, compliments, money spending, caring, etc. Canned sexuality of a few women obsoleting the rest of them. Cheating the majority of women of reaping the benefits of their sexual predicament. Porn. It’s my poison. It’s my literature. It’s my solitude. It’s my “can’t get laid in Germany”.

Feeds. Cheating me of my well deserved hits.

Indifference. Not caring about what people think. Not caring for achievements. Not being subject to opinion. Not being easily manipulated. Avoiding achievement. Taking the money. Taking the info. Not taking sides. Understanding everything. Cheating the educational system of their trophy. Cheating society of my gift.

Decency. Cheating men of those would be sluts craving to be unchained.

Home. My home is my castle. It’s my refuge. The world must stay outside. No duties to anybody but myself. Privacy. Not caring about appearance. Slacking off. Enjoying myself. Cheating the world of its star.

Showering. Cheating horny sluts of that sweet ripe smell.

Brilliance. Observation. Keen intellect. Open eyes. Quick grasp. Cheating people of their defenses. Cheating them of their secrets. Cheating them of the silence of shame.

Spycams. Cheating me of my “most brilliant mind in the history of the universe”-superiority.

You want to be my pimp? You want to be my dealer? Please throw some pills in my coke. Please throw me some. Please. Please!

Pass da sword on the left hand side
Pass da sword on the left hand side
We got the beats
You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump
We got the beats
You got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum
Pass da sword on the left hand side
Pass da sword on the left hand side
I got the rhymes
I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump
I got the rhymes
I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum

You so funny guys. But keep trying.

The only way to defeat Giygas

It will only work if the aural pleasure continues after the song though.

You know why P3 all of a sudden was half a dating sim? Because I don’t play dating sims. But I like dating sim elements in non-dating sim games. Like FFVII, for example. That game basically ends with the Gold Saucer. Everything after that was just tacked on. Or that FFVII rip-off OoT. Multiple love interests? Great! Who wants Zelda when Ruto is so cute! Can someone please draw an Link x Ruto H doujinshi for me to fap to?

There’s more of course but the moment when the idea for P3 was born was when I mentioned that I tried to get as many of the sexy female demons as possible to join my party in Nocturne. I didn’t know it at the time, didn’t buy it either, but Persona being Persona being Atlus’ cash cow of course it sold well. When FES was announced for the West I finally bought the Japanese version used but still I couldn’t find time to play it much.

I played a lot of the other games made about and for me though. Really, there were probably more games and comics and stuff made about me the last few years than the number of collectibles some of you have on your shelves. The difference between most of the recent ones of these and the early ones like Persona? They sell like shit.

So the only way for these games to keep getting made is basically the few thousand people who play them investing, like, let’s say a thousand dollars, beforehand into funding them. That won’t happen though. So the age of nanashi games is drawing to a close. It was flattering, it was nice while it lasted, and I still have enough to play when no new ones are coming out anymore, but enough of this. Let’s move on.

Please buy Crystal Bearers!

You know, I keep so many shameful secrets that nobody must ever know. Of course I’d do anything to prove them wrong if they’re ever revealed. The problem is, I’m like an open book for everybody to read in. All my complexes are so easily seen through it’s really tough for me to keep my secrets. And since everyone around me always sees only the facts and nobody is ever distracted by their own wishful thinking it’s no wonder things like these happen:

So when the above image emerged on the internet there was really only one option for me. I of course spent $5000 on cock implants right the next day. Good thing I’m filthy stinking rich and have all the resources in the world to change history to make me look better. Isn’t it great if you don’t have to confront reality but instead you’re the one to create it.</sarcasm>

I love me some Devil Man but the Hitler moe still gives me the creeps:

Bonus troll: This is what happens when you harry on hearsay:

As I explained a while back, men seek to rise to women’s level. Women on the other hand want men to sink to their level. Sure, being worshipped is nice, but you have to be violated first to make the miracle happen and sacrifice your life to serve your children. It sucks to be divine.

I once explained to a woman why men like lesbo porn. Basically they like to identify with one of the women to feel like the goddess, to become divine, for the boobies, essentially. Of this I’m 100% positive, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Any man who denies this fact is simply in denial.

In return she was nice enough to explain to me why women like slash/yaoi. Basically they like the idea they might join those two hunks, get to be part of a threesome and to watch at least one of them being turned into a woman. Even though it was just one woman who told me this I’m 100% sure it’s true for all women. Any woman who denies this fact is simply in denial.

Obviously the whole idea of rising and sinking depends heavily on your POV. If you’re suspended from the ceiling by your feet, with your field of vision roughly the height of your master’s hip, of course a fading erection will somehow look like a rising cock.

Back in the 80s Nintendo was driven not by one, but two genius developers. Their approaches to game making were somewhat opposed to each other, so opposed in fact they put each others characters on the head.

Miyamoto:	Take this, Gunpei!		⇒
Yokoi:	I can 1-up you on that!		⇒
Aonuma:	Hey, I’m here, too!		⇒
Abe:	Me too, me too!		⇒
Some guy at Konami:	Needs more emo.		⇒

Note that this article is pure speculation and I really have no idea how all these icons really came into being.

When Nakamori Akio christened the Comiket community Otaku he called them a lot of things. Not the often cited “never leaves the house” part which he retconned into the Otaku myth years after he and his column were kicked out of Manga Burikko. He mocked them for their overly use of the (somewhat effeminate) word otaku, which is one of the many ways to express “you” in Japanese and applied every nerd steretotype in the book to troll them.

But he was also concerned why the male readers of Manga Burikko didn’t like manga by female artists like Okazaki Kyōko in which these female artists depicted their adult selfs. Manga Burikko liked to call itself the Ura-Margaret (Margaret being a popular shōjo manga magazine and Ura implying it being its hidden darker cousin) and was full of works defying the usual separated publishing labels for boys and girls, instead catering to both sexes at the same time. The lolicon manga by its male writers were heavily influenced by shōjo manga whereas the contributions by the female ones tried to create a mature female comic style.

Manga Burikko’s editor Ōtsuka Eiji didn’t tolerate Nakamori alienating the magazine’s readership for long and soon canceled his column, which didn’t stop Nakamori spread his hate in other media. When the Miyazaki incident drew attention to Otaku in a major way both Nakamori and Ōtsuka were suddenly in the spotlight as experts on the matter. Ōtsuka fashioned himself a valiant defender of Otaku, but never refused to acknowledge criticism towards them. He actually elaborated on a lot of it as well. His defense partly consists of extending much of said criticism to society as a whole, a prime example of which is his interpretation of the fact that in porn manga the Otaku rarely ever depict the rapist (not entirely true today but he provides evidence for early lolicon dōjinshi). He sees their refusal to put themselves in the criminal’s shoes as an expression of the refusal to face up to their country’s history. An idea which is easily applicable outside the nerd niche as well. Rape in these manga might not refer to actual rape as much as it is an metaphor for repressed guilt.

Female comic artist Uchida Shungicu’s view on Lolita complex is much more grounded in reality as she was actually abused by her stepfather when she was 15. It’s no surprise that she isn’t particularly fond of Otaku and strongly opposed to their defenders. But even more so than Ōtsuka, the most prominent one among them, she sees the problem more on the side of the mainstream rather than the comic fan minority. It’s not uncommon for men to prefer women younger than themselves, shorter than themselves, in essence women weaker than themselves. These men revel in the role of the “criminal”. Whereas Ōtsuka fears the emasculating effect of picturing oneself as the victim, Shungicu is more concerned with the men who don’t mind being active jerks. Many of Shungicu’s manga retell the story of women triumphing over men that turn out to be losers. There’s so many facets to chauvinist stupidity, it never gets old.

For Otaku she seems to have mostly pity. From her manga Minami-kun no Koibito:

The End ▼

Once more, for good measure.

This should be the last one.

And fuck you means I won’t fuck you.

The masochist’s way:  Screw yourself to screw someone else.

The sadist’s way: Screw someone to screw them.

I prefer B.