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Why isn't there :marseycheerup: porn for girls :marseyblops2chadcel: :tayfloor: for boys :marseyjerkofffrown:??? :marseynoooticer:

https://www.esquire.com/entertainment/books/a61533105/sad-boy-literature/

!bookworms when you read your sad boy romance how much spice :marseysmughips: :marseyflakes: should :marseynorm: there :marseycheerup: be :gimp:?

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my heart is telling me White women dont season they spicy stories

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Do publishers even sign mayo moids to write books anymore?

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That's genocide

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Yeah but they give them a foid pen name

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Go read 40k, that's all the sad you need

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"The real question is, are men being more vulnerable than they used to be, or are we just more interested in these stories now because readers are bored of the same stories written by the same kinds of people?"

Men have never been vulnerable in the way they want men to be. They answer their own question several times in talking about 4chan etc but then keep asking the same question because it's not the kind of hugging and crying type of vulnerability that they're looking for. Male emotional expression tends to be more nihilistic and fatalist and that kind of stuff you'll find everywhere.

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Mia, that was I. 21. Art, s*x, sleep. It was all that happened in my life.

At night, I hooked up with guys. The city was full of them. Jake was last night's choice. Dark eyes, easy smile. We laughed, flirted, then back to my place. Passionate but fleeting.

Morning came. He left. I stared at the ceiling. The emptiness crept back. It always did.

Art school kept me busy. Some days, painting felt profound. Other days, pointless. My studio was my sanctuary. The light in the morning was perfect. I painted, lost in the rhythm. For a moment, the dread receded.

Afternoon light shifted. My mood darkened. I sat, staring at the unfinished canvas. What was I doing? Why did I paint? Why seek connections that left me hollow?

Maybe it's human nature, this search for meaning. Or maybe it's just me. A lost art student in a chaotic world. Nights blended into days. Faces blurred. The canvas waited.

Tonight, I'd go out again. Meet someone new. Repeat the cycle. For now, I painted. In creation, I found a flicker of meaning. It was all I had. Maybe, just maybe, it was enough.

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>I am a whore

This is so deep and relatable :marseyfoidretard: :marseypussyhat: :marseywomanmoment: shlick shlick shlick shlick shlick

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I should set up an Insta profile for an early 20s female author. Then use ChatGpt to just write tons of short stories and novels in this style. Would be a hit with young girls

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It still exists, but it's in the form of posting wojaks and greentexts online.

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I've been with a few women in my life and one thing I've noticed is that the female anus is incredibly close to the vagina, in fact they're barely an inch apart.

I'm not sure about other guys - but doesn't this disturb you? It feels like a design flaw in women actually -- like they're supposed to be so feminine and beautiful yet this ghastly little oversight is ruining everything.

Somehow it feels to me that women should be more aware of this flaw and it should affect their confidence. Whenever I see a so-called beautiful woman walking down the street so care-free thinking she's all that I just remember her anus is only 1 inch away from her kitty and laugh her into oblivion.

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https://www.esquire.com/entertainment/books/a61533105/sad-boy-literature/:

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