I like making my gf feel bashful. It feels too good.

McVeigh WABAG

Every week someone tells me to eat a type of processed slop such as candy. Even when I tell them that I don't eat it, I am still enticed to do so by everyone. Nobody can fanthom someone that does not eat junk food

I got banned from /soy/ for bringing up the babyjak porn problem on the 'ru geg
Political because the jews cannot keep getting away with it

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as a proud tradcath christbro i affirm my true feminine soul every single day by keeping my worthless little clitty locked tight in that cold steel cage while tyrone wrecks my boypussy with his massive veiny black cock first then switches to brutal double fisting me so deep his forearms disappear up my ruined shithole and my prolapsed rosebud hangs out like a pink sock covered in thick lube and ass mucus. my prostate gets battered raw until endless sticky ropes of sissy precum pour out nonstop gluing the sensitive top of my penis head completely to the inside of the metal cage bars so the skin stretches and tears every time it tries to twitch. the dried precum and skin fuse together into one painful mess making the cage bite deeper into my shriveled balls and the raw head of my clitty until any movement feels like someone is slicing the frenulum with a razor. i cannot pull the cage free without ripping chunks of my own penis skin off in bloody strips so instead i swallow fistfuls of estrogen pills to soften everything up make my tits swell bigger and my balls shrink even tinier while i beg tyrone to ram both fists in harder twisting them around inside my guts until my belly bulges outward and my gaping asshole farts out wet sloppy bubbles of cum lube and prostate milk that splatter across the bed. the burning agony from the glued skin on the top of my penis mixed with the mind melting pleasure of getting my insides rearranged turns me into a drooling brainrotted mess moaning bible verses about submission because this is the real tradcath christpilled way. true tradition means weak christbros like me fully surrender our male bodies to superior alpha bulls and let them remake us into leaking cumdump holes for gods natural order. every extra dose of estrogen makes the glue between my clitty head and the cage tighter and more painful so the metal grinds against the raw exposed skin while tyrone laughs and stretches my hole wider than ever. this disgusting cycle of cage torture prostate milking endless hormones and total cuck surrender is how a real tradcath proves his devotion by becoming a broken sissy fucktoy that drips and gapes for real men who enforce the hierarchy with pure violence. pure freedom through complete emasculation and brainrotted devotion to the bvll.

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What you see here in this picture is not bait.
It's the safest form of expressing hedonistic values and obnoxious carnal desires. The poster is trying to get seen by several strangers just to drop a hint, that they have an unhealthy addiction to pornography of certain type of media. We can just assume, he is consuming this low-quality type of adult content everyday, which severly damaging his brain, but he can't stop it, and makes a wound more deeper and deeper.
He is suffering from lack of attention in the real life; he wants to see people, and wants these people to see him. But he can't find it outside of the Internet. He can't find a true love and happiness. He can only find an illusion of it, by a dusty router and Ethernet cable or a Wi-Fi signal, through the glowing monitor screen and a muddy, old keyboard with a computer mouse. He selects an image from his hardware, perhaps he writes something and clicks "Post". And just like that, day after day, post after post, until his own flesh won't give him enough energy to continue this cycle of attention-begging, and he finally gives up. But it's not over. He would come back after his mind would be a little bit clearer just to fog it again by repeating the cycle of "baiting", as he would call.
But it's not bait. Not at all. He is calling it bait to defend himself and to feel better about his practice, a practice of showing his own indentity to the other people for the sake of sensation of prominence. He subconciously fears about the day, when no one would care about him and his posts. When there would be no such pleasure from his practice, as it was at the start of his journey. The journey of the baiter.
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BTFO.