Real Reason Why Women Hate D1ck pics

We all know women hate receiving unsolicited pix of dix. Ever wondered why in general women don’t like looking at male genitals the way men do with women? Ever wondered why women tend to see upper male body (pecs, abs etc) as being more attractive, turn on than the lower body?

The TRUTH will surprise you but also make perfect sense.

Men like joking that our ‘naughty bits‘ are like trouser snakes or just snakes in general when discuss size, etc am I right?

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BIG MISTAKE!! Don’t you see, men? That’s why women HATE DICKS!! It leaves them traumatised because of that basic fact. It’s what turns women into Lesbians or transgender individuals. Get it? Understand it? Know where I’m coming from, fellas?

Penises are a reminder to women of that fatal night in the garden of Eden. Oh yes. Women suffer from PTSD as a result of having flashbacks to their original mother Eve. Do you understand now? This is why so many women are depressed and mentally unstable. They are surrounded by objects everywhere that taunt them about their own devastating mistake on that tragic night in Eden.

Women become Lesbians in order to escape looking at serpent style objects that penetrate them. This internal fear that ALL women have has been passed down through their genes right through history. It’s a never-ending, all consuming fear that the serpent will kill and devour their offspring as a result of their OWN SIN.

Male genitalia is typical stand-in, as far as women’s crazed, paranoid minds are concerned which is why they hate looking at pictures of it or why they don’t find it attractive or a turn on (it’s a nightmare for them). As well as why women will for all eternity live in fear of rape (being attacked again by the serpent and consumed by it).

REMEMBER THAT MEN.

When you flaunt your ‘naughty bits‘ around women falsely thinking they’re turn on or are attracted to it. THINK AGAIN.

YOU ARE PUTTING WOMEN THROUGH IMMENSE TRAUMA. You are reminding them of their own past mistake in the garden of Eden. They are scared that your penis is the serpent that tricked them into sin.

Don’t be surprised if after whipping out ‘the meat and two veg.’ Women over-react in an uncontrolled state of panic and anxiety. Don’t be shocked if they try to kick or punch your crotch screaming, “NOOOOOO! STOP COMING AFTER ME SERPENT!! Have you not caused enough damage yet for my sin?

If they drop to their knees sobbing, crying non-stop before praying, “Why GOD, why? Why do you allow the Serpent to taunt me so much?” You now know why.

This is why women need therapy a lot. This is why women go to the bathroom in groups. (Extra protection from potential serpent lookalikes lurking about.)

Starved of Female Affection…

My dream is for women to love me the way they love other men. I wish women would adore me the way the do those other men. If only I could make them pay me some attention, give me my much needed female affection. Even if I am only able to obtain it for just ONE LOUSY DAY. That would make me a very happy man. I lie in bed at night waiting for that moment where at least one female on this planet decides to pay me some attention and to give me some much needed affection. For I have been starved my entire life of female love.

I toss and turn in my bed at night. Praying to those gods that have delivered this curse by which I suffer from a lack of female affection. Denied my entire life by a starvation of female attention. I don’t know why I am no longer able to get any satisfaction from a life that given me no access to female attention.

I see those other men. I envy those other men. They are never short of female attention. They bask in female love, admiration. They boast of the female affection. Never ending access to female sex and idolisation. How I envy those men. How I wish I could be those men. I hope and I pray that maybe I too will enjoy those same satisfactions. Even if it only lasts ONE LOUSY DAY. I will be glad to pay that asking price with my blood and my life. As I will no longer be starved of female love, attention and much needed affection.

Maybe if I prove myself to the women of the world that I too can be worthy of love, affection, attention and acceptance from them then perhaps I will no longer be denied that which has escaped me and avoided me my entire existence. Maybe I’ll will have the love, attention and affection of just ONE woman even if it only lasts for ONE LOUSY DAY.

That would be worth it. I would die a happy man.

Women want sex… with me? Bad idea

I’m in a conversation with women (shock horror) and they want to have ‘nookie‘ and ‘make whoopie‘ with me. Maybe it’s because I don’t like Mondays. Tell me why.

Woman: Hey, Poison. Fancy some? I’m feeling ready and I want some sex.

PoisonEQ: If you must I’ll buy you one for christmas.

Woman: You don’t understand. I want sexual intercourse.

PoisonEQ: So it’s a meal?

Woman: No. I want sexual intercourse with you.

PoisonEQ: OK. Tell me the name of the restaurant that serves it and I’ll book us a table at the nearest convenience.

Woman: I want to make love.

PoisonEQ: Is it some kind of arts and crafts thing?

Conversation #2

Woman: Oh. You have a small dick.

PoisonEQ: So? Does it matter?

Woman: You can’t pleasure women.

PoisonEQ: I couldn’t give a f–k about women’s pleasure.

Woman: You can’t give me an orgasm.

PoisonEQ: I had one.

Woman: I didn’t.

PoisonEQ: I don’t give a sh-t. I still had fun and cum. That’s all that matters. I’m about looking after number one. That’s me.

Conversation #3

Woman: You need to get laid.

PoisonEQ: Why?

Woman: Then you wouldn’t be a misogynist.

PoisonEQ: Does your vagina contain magic pixie dust that cures all ills? What about rapists? When they penetrate a woman are they cured of their misogyny?

Random Nastiness

If having a small penis means I don’t get to pleasure women. I consider that a blessing rather than a curse. I don’t give a f–k about women’s pleasure. That’s for simps.

Trust me, ladies. You’re doing me a favour by not dating, sleeping or marrying me. I couldn’t care less about women or their endless whiny needs and desires.

If incel means involuntary celibate then I’m now a Decel. I’m deliberately celibate because I couldn’t care less about what women say, think, feel or do. Life is brutal as it is without extra burden of women’s B.S being put on my shoulders.

I don’t hate women. I just don’t care about them enough to have any opinion on them besides ‘meh.

The most amusing thing about having a small penis is when everybody tries to shame and guilt-trip me about lacking the necessary girth and size to pleasure women in bed even though I couldn’t give a toss about women or their feelings. It’s like trying to shame a lion into eating vegetables in order to protect a gazelle’s feelings from getting hurt.