They’re feeding…and this culture has painted it up to be from a place of strength.

But it’s utter weakness.

Every male who is an emotional (&actual spiritual) vampire sucking life out of women is doing so to bring a divine feminine flush to his face for his Boys…whom he is ashamed to want to fucking cuddlefuck with.

That’s why they brag about their conquests in close quarters with one another, breathing in that female loosh they just rolled around in, drunk off of proximity to each other as they disparage the containers they sucked lifeforce out of as they emptied themselves into them. That’s why so much of it goes down in showers and locker rooms, in various states of testosterone flooded undress.

They wear the women they fuck like blush for one another’s enjoyment…and despise women for being the middlemen in all of it. They talk about women like trash with their cocks out as cover-fire, in case someone shows himself a lil too eager beyond the talk of beaver to be there. As such.

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& then the one who is most willfully self-hatingly gay… tries his damnedest to grift all that feminine psychic energy out of his best boys. That’s why they lose their shit when one of their boys finds his actual mate …and will do all they can to demonize her. Even as their asses are telling her off in the cut that her man ain’t shit, he’s just reflecting him.

Words are sometimes difficult to put to all of this…for women. It turns the word spells we’ve been conditioned to believe above our eyes on their heads. But when a chick says… “that one…ain’t yer friend,” it is referring to the underbelly of all that.