If you’d have used your mouth instead of your hand, you wouldn’t have tendonitis.
That’s all I’m saying.
That is not even a question 😦
How do you keep the anger, hurt and resentment under control so that you can be the submissive wife your husband needs?
What anger, hurt, and resentment? Blogging thousands of words weekly about how other women suck is obviously the result of happiness and security, and I really feel sorry for you if you don’t realize that.
If you have anger, hurt and resentment in your life, Andrea, you should consider having children. It is totally the cure for any kind of human suffering (I think it even says so in the Bible. I would check, but for some reason my copy keeps bursting into flames whenever I touch it). I had four daughters and just look at how sanctified I am.
Also, how do you protect yourself from STIs since you don’t believe in using condoms?
I don’t know what you’re talking about or what that doctor told you, but neither me nor HHG has an STI. Only slutty fat feminists get STIs and anyway, it’s just a rash caused by these crotchless panties.
Rumor has it your readers have dubbed themselves “The Celibate Gang.” Are incel males both married and un your target market?
I don’t know where you heard this “rumor”, Elphaba, but chances are you are an unhappy fat feminist spinster who doesn’t even have side bangs. It is logically impossible for my followers to be incel, because they read my blog and are therefore dominant alpha males who can turn on sex-crazed feminine submission like a light switch. In fact, my readers should be admired for their restraint. They COULD be having all the sex and meaningful relationships and non-basement domiciles they want, but they are choosing not to in order to fight feminism.
However, if by chance an incel male or two DOES wander onto my blog (maybe he is married but his wife is a fat brainwashed feminist slut and even his alpha charms don’t work on her, and even slapping her around doesn’t help) I will soon be marketing a Sunshine Mary blow-up doll to service their needs. She will feature side bangs, a black turtleneck, baggy mom jeans, black eyeliner, and crotchless panties, and she will look at least ten years younger than her age. Oh, and of course she will have a realistic “love tank” for needy readers to fill up. Expect a kickstarter project soon 🙂
Go check it out, it’s super manly and alpha LOL
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to be off to court to work out some issues with child support payments. Apparently HHG forgot to wear a condom a few times during his feminism-inspired infidelity and accidentally sanctified a few women.
In today’s healthcare debate, there’s one serious subject that most people in our feminism-haunted world never bring up: the obligation we have, as a society, to pay for the sins of modern women.
I mean, think about it: what percentage of modern health problems can ultimately be attributed to the effects of STDs and delayed childbirth? My guess is around 90-95%.
Consider the people you know who have diabetes. Would they still be so fat if they spent more time running around after children? (I am not fat at all.) Other “illnesses” such as multiple sclerosis and thyroid cancer probably have similar causes.
Mental illness is another category where this applies: many of today’s women brazenly refuse to cure their psychological disorders by having children and/or consuming semen, and then expect taxpayers to pick up the tab for their selfishness.
I am PMSing this week so I can’t go into more details. Thoughts?
Recently the webmistress of the unaffiliated blog expressed thoughts on the antidepressant effects of semen:
Of course, these sentiments are generally accepted among the red-pill Manosphere. But this afternoon, while I was closing some drawers that HHG left open (he hates drawers because he says they remind him of bedpans. I don’t know what a doctor really has to do with bedpans he is totally a doctor) I was thinking about this a bit more.
Antidepressants are expensive these days, and have some unpleasant side effects. Moreover, depression seems to be worryingly common. (A lot of my friends, neighbors and relatives seem to look and act quite depressed, especially after I spend a while telling them about me and HHG’s wonderful marriage. Probably because they are realizing just how much happiness they have been deprived of thanks to feminism.)
And yet all this time, men are walking around with what is basically a free pharmacy in their pants. As we all know, men (especially manly ones like my readers) produce far more semen than even the most submissive wives can hope to absorb. Do men have a moral obligation to share this semen with women in the general population?
Of course, I am not recommending that men cheat on their wives (HHG, if you are reading this, PLEASE. We can talk about it.) But maybe red-pill men have a moral obligation to set up some sort of intercourse-free distribution system, a bit like a blood bank. This would allow women that red-pill men would otherwise not want to access sexually (fat women, lesbians, women over 30, women with tattoos, Churchians, feminists, barrens, etc) to receive the benefits of semen. It might also get around the fact that it’s actually against the law in our feminine-ruled society to have sex with some categories of people (LOL!!)
I am female so of course the actual logistics of this plan are beyond me. What do you think, Sunshine Mary followers?
So I figured it was time to update my Twilight fic!!!!! lol
New Twilight Sunshine Mary Erotica, Part II
Sunshine Mary was sitting up in her hospital bed one day looking in a mirror. “I really should post more videos to prove that I look like I am in my thirties,” she thought to herself as suddenly, Edward Cullen the male nurse walked into the room.
“Hello, Sunshine Mary!” he said. “My shift is over and I’ve washed my hands after that incident in Room 4. Bend over so I can fill your love tank.”
“Oh Edward Cullen,” said Sunshine Mary. “I’m really not in the mood. I have a brain tumor caused by humorless feminists. My muscles have atrophied and I am bleeding from my ears.”
Edward Cullen sat down beside the bed. His handsome, manly face took on a serious look. The pink scrubs he was wearing clearly defined his sparkly, muscular form.
“Sunshine Mary, you silly woman,” he said sternly. “Don’t you realize that right now is the most important time for you to enjoy my semen?”
“Why?” asked Sunshine Mary, blinking her pretty eyes femininely.
“Because semen is full of microbiomes and is an antidepressant. This is a scientific fact that has been confirmed by literally millions of studies.”
“Oh!” said Sunshine Mary. “I guess I was being emotional and didn’t realize how important it was to consume your semen.”
“I forgive you, Sunshine Mary. You are a woman, after all.”
Sunshine Mary giggled. Edward Cullen looked stern again. “In fact, because I am Edward Cullen, my semen has properties more magic than even the semen of a regular red-pill MRA alpha male. You see, it contains glitter. Because I am a vampire.”
“Oh Edward Cullen, how wonderful,” exclaimed Sunshine Mary, adjusting her attractive side bangs. “It cures all womanly ailments, and it’s useful when crafting. Is there anything more manly than a male nurse who ejaculates glitter?”
“Maybe if I also drove a mini,” said Edward Cullen. “But I drive a Volvo.”
Then Edward Cullen took off his scrubs to reveal his muscular, alpha form, his firm biceps toned from years of throwing pagers at women. Then he filled Sunshine Mary’s love tank.
“Sunshine Mary,” he said afterwards, “That was great and all, but you know, lying in this hospital bed with your brain tumor is starting to make you fat. Haha, I’m just joking!”
Sunshine Mary laughed and laughed. She was glad that she was not a feminist, so that she could appreciate Edward Cullen’s sophisticated sense of humor.
TO BE CONTINUED…?
Everything upsets them, even dumb jokes, and if it upsets them, it needs to be illegal.
On a completely unrelated note, someone is writing a parody blog about me. HHG saw it and threw a fit! (you know, the type when they roll around on the ground letting out a high-pitched wail and banging their fists on the ground. All alpha males do it. You know the type.)
I’ve contacted WordPress, CPS, the FCC, the FBI (stealing IPs is a federal crime, isn’t it?), the Department of Homeland Security, the authorities at the Vision Forum, several local news channels, and my congressman. (911 has stopped answering my calls for some reason – they’re probably dealing with all the violence caused by white knights out there defending fat ungrateful women.)
What should I do next, internet? I am out of ideas, and HHG is sulking in his mini and keeps yelling at me that he won’t come out until the blog is gone. How am I meant to buy groceries without his permission? My children are hungry, internet, and it’s all this stupid, lawfare-happy, humorless feminist’s fault.