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Ask Sunshine Mary: Answers!

HolyhandgrenadePhil writes:

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 😦

Andrea writes:

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.

Elphaba writes:

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 🙂

Ask Sunshine Mary

Hello internet! I can’t type much today because I have tendonitis in one wrist (one of the perks of being a submissive wife LOL) so if there’s anything you’ve been wanting to ask me, please leave it in the comments and I’ll do my best to reply quickly, just as soon as I wash all these knives and repair this broken pager and wash the mysterious perfume smell out of these scrubs while trying not to cry.

Some sample questions you might want to consider:

1. Sunshine Mary, how are you so wonderful and pretty and feminine and awesomely submissive?
2. Sunshine Mary, how do you keep looking like you are in your 30s and not being fat?
3. Sunshine Mary, can you please talk about sex chairs and crotchless panties some more? It’s so sexy and cool when married middle-class 44-year-old women do that!

ASK AWAY 😛

Healthcare costs and feminism

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?

Confronting the Feminism.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in my MRS degree at the University of Michigan, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on NOW, and I have over 300 confirmed daughters. I am trained in wifely submission and I’m the top socon in the entire Vision Forum. You are nothing to me but just another potential angry blog post. I will fulfill the fuck out of my husband’s sexual needs with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of MRAs in basements across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your comments section. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can cry about feminism in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hormones. Not only am I extensively trained in lying silently weeping while my sweating husband groans his way to climax above me, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Mens Rights Movement and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable feminism off the face of the continent, you hamster-spinning little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” belief system was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn blue-pill idiot. I will shit frustrated weeping self-hatred all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

– Sunshine Mary    😡