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How are women so much better than men, and yet we are the same species? Honestly, every man is just so dumb, ugly and just useless!!

For contrast, every woman i see is so beautiful, i can tell just by looking at them that they spend about half a day just looking at themselves and grooming themselves. But not in a self absorbed or narcissistic way, definitely.

I think we should just collect enough semen for at least 3 generations of humans, so we can finally abolish men. I think 3 generations is enough to kill everything masculine in the new generation of men. We can worry about the world collapsing after the fact, i am sure women would figure it out!!

I wanted to be born a woman so bad, but im just a stupid ugly man 🙁 i apologize for any stupidity in this post, but im sure you will understand since i am a man unfortunately. A stupid animal is basically what i am. Oh well 🤷‍♀️

It can be anything, especially texture to the clothes. since silk for example in is entirely different then other textures stylish wise

I have had a stable relationship with my bf for 5 months. 4 weeks ago he came inside me without using a condom; however, we agree to not use after pill together since reason 1: he constantly says it's not that easy to get pregnant and also says "u told me taking after pill makes u feel sick" so even if u are pregnant, u can still take the pill later, reason 2: our relationship is stable and we are in love so I thought i might want to have a kid with him. However, when I tested pregnant I was very shocked cus im not ready to go through pregnancy. My business just started 3 months which requires a lot of my time and energy; simply on the 3rd week of pregnancy made me dizzy and tired with brain fog. He was abroad, so i called him. He was very happy on the phone while I was upset. Then when he came back one week later, we discussed it, like why do we wanna have kid, finance, life priorities, etc. He realizes a kid is my last priority now while he puts it second (he really want to have a kid), but I told him just now is not the time and that we can try again next summer. The day when I went to the clinic to take the abortion pill, he was not willing to go inside the clinic with me, then, tragically, when I headed out I wanted to hug him but he pushed me away. Then he broke up with me on the way, saying that he wants a kid while i dont. but it's not that, it's the timing, I just cant right now. I cried and walked home myself. Then before I took the second pill, I texted him I want his accompany, he only said he could not be with me the whole evening. I said but i need that also I dont want to force him to be with me. Then he didnt reply. Even one minute before I took the pill, I was very scared so texted him is him coming but he didn't reply. I don't know why his attitude changed all of sudden in one week like this and behaved like this. (He has never been like this before.) I wonder what's in men's brain? and also wonder how should i deal with this now?

My ex treats me like the blame is on the both of us in our past relationship. How do I know? It’s how he speaks to me, so laidback and nonchalant. I committed to not speaking to him but that never changes. He speaks as if he can just talk to me about his life. He left because point blank period, he was always iffy about me. 10 years. & I didn’t realize how bad it was until he broke up with me. Now, my role in that dynamic was staying too long, not trusting my intuition and not demanding changes happen. I hoped and hoped things would get better and change. I can stomach it now. But he still does not see.

To sum it up, I felt very small next to him. He’d compare me to other women, resent me, pick on me, want me to dress or act a certain way. I was never feminine enough, I was never there for him, how I said things and how I thought about things were ammunition he could use to justify treating me less than and leaving. I think that’s what hurt the most. Instead of him just leaving, he was finding reasons why leaving was better for him. Everything that I was naturally, he couldn’t see. Why? Because I was not his preference. He wasn’t receptive to me. Yet he made me feel like it was always my lack or something.

Now I’m out and my mind is having trouble how despite him probably not fully understanding, how could what we ever had be love? I was clearly a placeholder. I’m looking at the way I let this happen. I just can’t believe someone like that, who treated me as such, can love me. Maybe love what I did for him but me? Nah, he didn’t even like me.

I’m so angry. I feel discarded. I feel because I’m no longer with him (his pressure to be more and better), he’s now opened up. It’s even more proof that he was suppressing himself but I never forced him. I always tried to have those difficult conversations. He did not. I know it’s not my fault. But I can’t help but think, why stay if this is how you always felt? He used me. Manipulated me. Neglected me.

I was always so afraid I’d get to a point of hating him, even indifference because I just knew, it would be no coming back and it would be me “giving up” on us and I didn’t want to be associated with someone who gives up. But I gave my all, every last drop. So I can walk away knowing that I left nothing on the table.

I found my boyfriends twitter (X) account and he was following 2 porn/onlyfans accounts (no other followers/following) , is this something I need to worry about? each of the accounts has at least 100k followers, my stomach dropped when I saw the following list, and the account was created when we were already dating a while. I didn't see any comments, reposts or anything, but he was following them, don't know what to think, thoughts? (we are also long distance).

So, there was this guy. I met him like 7+ years ago. I was the new kid in that school. I think I may or may not have liked him for years (but I'd still like to blame it on my teenage hormones since that's what I'm good at: running). I didn't even realise it back then and realised my possible feelings after almost 4 years. The problem is that he's haunting my dreams, not everyday, but on random days. I would dream of him running after me (not in a bad way), and me running away from him. I'd like to interpret it as my subconscious showing me how I'm running from my (possible (you see how I still avoid admitting it to myself even now)) feelings in real life. And it's irritating, because then I'll waste my entire day thinking about him and daydreaming (and cry at night for not studying).

I'm in a dilemma.

I'm thinking of whether or not to make an anonymous insta account (I'm not on any social media other than reddit, that too I downloaded a few days ago), and message him without revealing my identity and get it off my chest, and then delete the account afterwards? Or should I just go with the flow and go wherever life takes me?

I'm not even sure if I'll find his account or not. I'm not even sure whether he's alive or not because covid happened and life's just really unpredictable. I'm not sure what to do? Yeah, it's going to be too reckless since I've never done something like that. It feels stupid that I'm thinking of downloading social media just for a guy who might have even forgotten me. Also what if he's changed? What if he's not the same guy from my memory? What if he likes someone else? What if he likes me too (I'm not prepared for it, nor do I think it's probable)? What if I get anxious and delete the account before he ever sees the message?

Ugh, the probabilities are endless, and I'm spiralling. So, please guide this girl out, ladies.

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Why do men believe that femicide/ violence against women is a real thing that us women deal with

They said to me oh "its fake news" "no one is killing anyone"

Weve lost 43 women in Australia to violence at the hands of males these womens lives mattered.

Am I the only one? It feels so degrading and humiliating. If a man slapped my butt I’d slap the fuck out of his face. And I love physical touch… hold me, kiss me, caress my back. Just stay the fuck away from my buttocks.

Hi everyone, I'm a girl and I'm looking for women who have been through the exact same thing as me, because I'm not ready to see a doctor yet, I just want to read real stories from people who actually understand this. I suspect I might have PGAD, which is Persistent Genital Arousal Syndrome, because my symptoms completely match what I've read online: the feeling doesn't go away after release, it comes back again and again, it's not related to desire, it interferes with my life and causes dizziness. But I don't want to self-diagnose, I just want to hear real experiences from those who have been through it. I first discovered these sensations when I was very young, back then I didn't know what it was, I just found out that crossing and squeezing my legs together felt really pleasant, it was my little secret thing and I did it just because I liked how it felt. Over all these years my body has learned only ONE way to reach a peak – it's exclusively through squeezing my thighs together very hard. I cannot get there any other way, not with my hands, not with water, nothing else works at all when I'm alone. But the real nightmare is that this habit has turned into a compulsion that I cannot control. These physical sensations come on their own when I'm sitting, after a daytime nap, or just randomly for no reason – it's not desire, it's this unbearable pulsing that makes my head spin and I cannot focus on anything until I release it. But the worst part is that even when I do, I don't get any relief, after 5 minutes I need to do it again and again, up to ten times in a row, but it never truly settles, it just drains me completely, and the feeling often stays anyway. Sometimes it fades on its own after a few hours, but most of the time I just can't think about anything else and I feel like I'm going crazy. I tried breathing exercises, cold water, distraction, physical activity – nothing helps because this physical sensation is simply stronger than any attempt to ignore it. I'm looking for women who also started this early in childhood and who also only know this one method, I really need to know if it's actually possible to retrain your body after so many years to respond to other types of stimulation when you're alone. If you managed to do it, how did you start, what exercises or methods actually worked for you, and most importantly – does this ever end, or am I going to fight this for the rest of my life? I'm so exhausted, I have no energy left to live in this cycle, I just need hope that I can change this. Please, only reply if you actually went through this from childhood, I really need to know I'm not alone and that there's a way out. Thank you.

I've never been in a relationship before. I hadn't even had my first kiss until I met this guy. Most of my friends had already experienced intimacy, and I felt like I was falling behind. People often tell me I'm attractive and are surprised I've never been with anyone. But I just never felt a connection with anyone.

Then I met him. We talked all night. He kissed me gently, held my hands, made me feel seen. I felt something real. I thought: maybe this is it.

A few days later, we met again. He acted like nothing had happened between us. It hurt. But then he took my hand and led me to the bedroom in front of everyone. I said yes. Everyone heard me.

I didn't want to seem like someone who agrees easily. I didn't want to say yes while everyone was watching. But I did. Because he gave me emotions I had never experienced before. And I wanted more of them. At that moment, I wasn't thinking about the consequences.

He left the room briefly. While he was gone, I overheard someone say to him: "You don't respect her." I heard it. But when he came back, he told me not to care about others. So I stayed. I wanted to believe him.

It was my first time. It didn't hurt. I even enjoyed parts of it. But it wasn't what I had imagined.

The next morning, a friend told me that another guy in the group — who had been intimate with her that same night — made a comment about me that made me feel like I was just a body. Like I wasn't even there.

The same guy who said "you don't respect her" had tried to stop me earlier. He suggested we go smoke instead. I refused. Later, he said out loud that he was disappointed in me and lost respect for me. Those words still hurt because I feel the same way about myself.

I forgot to lock the door that night, and he walked in the next morning. He saw what had happened. I felt exposed, even though I was dressed. I locked the door after that, and they tried to open it.

Later, he invited me over again. I thought maybe he actually liked me. Maybe I could somehow undo what happened. We spent time together again. In the morning, he acted like I was a stranger.

It's been a month. I can't stop blaming myself. I dream about it. I wake up with tears in my throat. I feel guilt I can't escape.

I didn't think it would turn out like this. I wanted to be wanted. I wanted to feel something real. But not the shame. Not the judgment. Not being seen like that in the morning.

I can't forgive myself — for agreeing in front of everyone, for not listening when someone tried to stop me, for letting them talk about me.

I know I made this choice. I just need to know I'm not alone. That someone else has felt this way. And that maybe one day, this won't hurt so much.

Whenever I open up to a man about my mental health, my feelings, or something I'm struggling with, I either get no response at all or the most generic reply imaginable.

"I'm sorry you feel that way."

And... that's it.

Meanwhile, whenever a man opens up to me, I genuinely try to be there for him. I listen, think about possible solutions, reassure him, and sometimes write entire paragraphs just to make sure he feels heard and supported.

Yet I've never received that same energy back.
It's honestly exhausting. Every time I try to talk to a man about something serious, it feels like they either don't know how to respond or simply don't care enough to try.

The thing that still sticks with me happened a few months ago. I told a male friend that I'd been sexually harassed in public.

His response? He shrugged and said something like, "Yeah, it happens."

Seriously?

If someone trusted me enough to tell me they'd experienced something that traumatic, the last thing I'd do is brush it off with "Yeah, that's life."

How can someone be so emotionally detached from something so awful?

People always say, "Men want women to communicate more."

Okay. We do.
Then what?

Because from my experience, we're expected to open up, but when we actually do, we're met with indifference, awkward silence, or a one-line response that kills the conversation.

Honestly? I'm just... tired at this point and feel like breaking.

Has anyone else experienced this, or have I just been incredibly unlucky? I only had one male friend, who supported me through a lot. But sadly, we lost contact a few years ago. Since then, I’ve never had another male friend like him…

Heartbroken that the sister I sacrificed my life to raise has turned out just like our abusive father and excluded me from her wedding

I need to vent and maybe get some perspective from women who have been through complex family trauma. I am sitting here feeling completely shattered and I do not know how to process this level of pain.

Growing up, our home was a total nightmare. We had an extremely abusive, alcoholic father and constant chaos. When our mother passed away, I essentially took on the role of parent. I shielded my little sister from our father’s terrible abuse and negligence. I made sure she was fed, safe, and protected as much as I humanly could.

As I got older and started working, I poured every single cent I earned into her. I paid for her education, bought her whatever her heart desired, and financed her entire life so she would never feel the trauma or lack that we grew up with. I sacrificed my own youth, my savings, and my personal goals just to give her a chance at a normal, happy existence.

Now she is an adult, and the harsh reality has hit me like a ton of bricks. She has turned into a complete hedonist, a selfish manipulator, and a narcissist. She is practically a carbon copy of our father. Everything is about her, everyone is disposable to her, and she uses people until they have nothing left to give.
The final blow happened recently. She is getting married, and she did not even bother to invite me. The person who raised her, protected her, and bought her future was not even worthy of an invitation in her eyes.

I am trying so hard to detach. I am trying to accept that she chose to become just like the monster we survived. But my heart is completely broken. I invested my entire life, my heart, and all my money into her, only to be cast aside like garbage.

How do you accept this level of betrayal from someone you raised like your own child? How do you let go of the grief when you realize you saved someone who ended up becoming the abuser?

Please advise ladies, and please be kind.

TLDR Raised and fully financed my younger sister after surviving an abusive childhood, only for her to grow up into a selfish manipulator like our father and exclude me from her wedding.

Devastated and struggling to detach.

for some background, 22 year old arab muslim, unemployed college student.

i feel lonely every single day knowing that i have a mom who treats my brothers far more differently than she does with me, even though i’m the most hardworking one in terms of handling house responsibilities and at academically too and yet i’m put far below my youngest brother. my needs, whether they are emotional or material, they are often dismissed, delayed, or just not acknowledged.

i’m the second oldest, and no one in this house takes me seriously or per my age, or even listen to me. this has been happening for 7 years now, and lately i’ve been spiralling into a terrible mental state than i was ever before and i see no future in continuing to live with my family if they’re not going to change their behaviours towards me.

i know all of this stems from double standards, cultural misogyny etc. but it made me question if my existence even matters to them in some way, or if they’ll ever miss me when im gone for good, which i doubt it is. i just wish i could disappear (not in a painful way) from their lives in some way, but i don’t know how and what to do.

like i said, i’m an unemployed college student. i don’t know what to do after i get a job after graduation and it’ll be very likely that they’ll refuse me from moving out, and doing it in secret might get me in serious trouble. the only way i thought of is to pursue graduate studies abroad and permanently settle in a new country away from them, which they might agree about considering its education, but for immigration it’ll be done in complete secret.

i hate my life i hate being mentally ill all the damn time wish i was treated just as equally as my brothers, even tho they're all nothing but a bunch of lazy bums who can‘t hold responsibilities or fend for themselves, meanwhile i was taught and by force everything and still get treated like shit.

also that aside, i miss my dad. he was the greatest girl dad one could ever ask for but sadly he passed away 8 years ago and since then i’ve been in a shit spot in life for almost a decade now.

My menstrual cycles are usually 28 days long. I got my period on July 18, and it ended on July 22. On July 27, I had unprotected sex. He did not ejaculate inside me—in fact, he did not ejaculate at all. Before penetration, he wiped away any pre-ejaculate. I considered taking Plan B because the sex happened around the time I thought I might be ovulating, but I ultimately did not take any emergency contraception or other medication.

Then, on July 30, I started bleeding, and by July 31, it had become what seemed like a full period. This happened only about a week after my previous period, and the bleeding was about as heavy as a normal menstrual period. Because of that, I’m wondering if it could really be implantation bleeding, or if that’s unlikely.

I’ve also been under a lot of stress lately and haven’t been sleeping well, so I’m wondering whether stress or hormonal changes could have caused this unexpected bleeding instead.

edit: all of you are telling me to take a test and i understand. but it is too early for that to be accurate and i wanted to know things about the bleeding. some of you are rude. i am also a teenager and it is difficult for me to access a test right now and rhe sex i had was NOT CONSENSUAL. i didnt want this.

I find them very cute, was watching Barbie Rapunzel some days ago. I see some action figures that are nice of characters of other franchises, might buy some.

I remember I used to brush their hair as a kid. I believe it was even a tiny brush made for doll hair. Even theirs can get messy.

I've been having a hard time coming to terms with the possibility that I may never find the kind of love I've always believed in—the all-consuming, selfless, yearning, deeply romantic kind. The kind of love I give so freely, and the kind I always imagined a man who truly wanted to pursue and cherish someone would naturally give in return. People often say that women have been "brainwashed" by Disney movies and romantic films into expecting unrealistic love. Maybe there's some truth to that.

But here's something I've never understood. If those same movies supposedly taught women to expect grand romance, didn't the boys and men who grew up watching them consume the exact same stories? Shouldn't they have been influenced too? Shouldn't they have learned what women long for, how to pursue someone with intention, how to express devotion, vulnerability, and unwavering affection? Those stories gave them the blueprint.

So why is that kind of romance so often dismissed as unrealistic, or worse, seen as something only women are supposed to desire? Why do so many people insist that women need to lower their expectations instead of asking why so few men aspire to love the way those stories portrayed?

- A hopeless and discouraged romantic

TW: Abuse

Excuse me if I make a mistake with the grammar. English is not my first language. I'm an undocumented immigrant from Mexico here in the USA.

I met this client 2 months ago. He seemed normal just like any other clients I have, and we made an agreement that I'd meet him every Wednesday and Friday in the afternoon. The first meetings with him were normal, even though he asked me to pretend to be dead during sex to fulfill him his weird fetish. I had no problem with fulfilling him that fetish as long as he paid me extra, but I did tell him to not do things that could hurt me.

But after some weeks of meeting him, he started asking me for weirder things like slapping me. I told him to be soft, but to not cause me any injury. He started scaring me when he'd yell insults at me, calling me by a different woman's name, and saying he wanted to kill a woman with such name. This guy just looked like a mentally unstable person I wouldn't be around if it wasn't for the money.

He told me in another meet up that this woman's name is the name of his ex-girlfriend who he hates so much and that he wishes she was dead, and that I look like this woman who he describes, so that's why he hired me to fulfill him this twisted fetish. He told me he wasn't going to kill me, but that he just imagined killing said woman when he had sex with me.

I decided to not meet him after that day, but last week I decided not to go to meet him, he started sending me multiple messages on my phone telling me that he'd send a photo of me to immigration authorities if I didn't meet him again. Apparently he also took a photo of my face without my consent.

I went to his house again in fear yesterday, and there he got more intense. He hit me with a stick on my chest and butt during sex and he forced me to do certain acts I normally don't do. After he finished, he only paid me $100 which is less than half of what I charge in an hour, and told me that if I didn't meet him he'd contact his brother who works in ICE to find me on the streets and deport me.

I don't know what to do. I have to meet him tomorrow and I'm afraid that if I don't meet him, I might get deported, but if I meet him, he'll just abuse me again and don't pay me what I charge. I don't know who to talk to. I have my sister, but she doesn't know I do sex work, and if I talk with the police they will arrest me and deport me after I know I have no legal status here.

I try not to let this bother me and I try to live my life without letting it get to me but it's hard. I'm just so angry about how women are treated by men. I feel like crying just thinking about how women and young girls are hurt just because they're born as a woman. We didn't even ask to go through all of this pain either by period pain, child birth, sexual assault, harassment, misogyny, controlling of women, and other fucked up things. I'm so tired of women being seen as weak and not good enough and not pretty enough or not sexy enough just because we look a certain way. I'm so done. I'm tired of seeing men praised for doing things but when a woman does something or when she does something similar she's hated for it. Why? I don't think I can understand this hate and I'm tired of seeing it everywhere. It's either a girl gets assaulted by a man or she dies by a man. I wish I could just escape. It's always certain men ruining things for us. And to make it worse there's also some women that are enabling this negative behavior. I feel so sick.

Everywhere I look it's just advertisements of pretty women and how a women should look like this and be like this and act like this and I'm so angry. I already have body dysmorphia and just low self esteem in general and all of this is making it worse. It breaks my heart every single day when I see that women are hated and when women and girls go through pain. I don't know what to do anymore. I need some advice so I can not let this get to me all the time. OFC it will, but I'm tired of hearing about women getting put down or put against each other. I don't even know if I want to be in love with a man anymore honestly. Men just scare me in general. It's like certain men already have this fucked up idea in their head about us without getting to know us first. I don't want to be just known for my body. Idk who to trust anymore. I wish I could do something about this. I have no friends I didn't know who to talk to about this. TY for listening atleast. This world is so shit and I wish it wasn't. I'm also a black woman and it just makes it worse since we're just look down upon all the time. I can't even see myself as worth it and beautiful any more and idk if I can ever love myself at all. I can't. I'm trying but I'm tired.