Every profile on Duolicious (the 4chan / femcel dating app) has been scraped and put in an easily searchable database

Holy shit this is a wealth of mental illness and reaction memes

https://duoleak.acid.im/man/271

I browse Crystal.cafe and lolcow.farm with a vibrator in my butt while GOONING. I enter breads about any topic at all - crocheting, husbandos, hornyposting, advice, horoscelebrates, I GOON to it. The topic doesn't matter. What matter is the real HUMAN connection, to a real life WOMAN, behind the screen. I find a certain glee in knowing that with every stroke of my greasy pungent peepee the foid on the other end is enjoying her little feminist board, blissfully unaware that I'm shaking in wretched pleasure to her. I wonder how she'd feel? If she could see me like this, if I could force a vision of myself in my current state into her brain, her watching me GOON my aching prostate and spew my seed onto an innocuous photo she posted of the Percy Jackson book she just bought which just happened to contain her oh-so-delectable supple hands. In terms of c*m tributes, my favorite subject would have to be the drawings from the 'draw yourself' breads. For each one of those breads, I print out a handful of about 8 of the cutes 'fe sweetheart' self-portraits and make it my mission every day to c*m at least once on each. It's those little goals that you set for yourself daily that make life really enjoyable. I consider it a sort of magic, a la voodoo or Law of Attraction.. I like to think that at some point after I've done my deed, the girl will feel a faint sinking disgust, a stifling cold sweat that she can't explain, and think of me. I make my own messages in these boards, too. They're quickly deleted, of course: They reply "Moid!" "Creep!" "Reindeer!" "Loser!". Every one of these insults only serve to make my erection harder. This passionate attention from my lovely 'fe goddesses simply makes my peepee diamond. Every time I'm in the naughty list, I punish myself by ratcheting my butt-vibrator to the highest setting for the rest of the day. I curl up into a ball, moaning and crying, imagining that my lovely GODDESSES are above me clad in leather, whipping me for being such a naughty boy, and for being a filthy MOID PIG. I want to savor every last bit of their impotent rage, knowing that I've violated them and there's nothing they can do about it. Knowing that my very loathsome corrupting presence has completely RUINED their beloved TERF board. Even if one of my precious cafe babes gets a boyfriend, as many of them have, they will always feel a knot in their stomach when they realize that I'm GOONING to their posts every day, and their poor boyfriend is getting metaphysically cucked by a fat sweaty loser. And I do mean every day - I don't forget a single one of my goddesses. I have detailed files which i have written one-handed about the posting habits and defining features of over 30 women, and I track their new posts regularly. I make sure I at least c*m to one of their posts every week. It's a tough thing to keep up, but I wouldn't want any one of them to get jealous of the other. My darlings loathe and fear me, but they will learn to love me one day. I love you, Crystal.cafe babes! I LOVE YOU!

!moidmoment