Isol8
Active Member
after years of medication and emotional abuse, my personality has become very blunted, I am joyless, temperamental, very easily frustrated and manipulated. I also lack a normal sex drive and have terrible erectile dysfunction, I believe from the years of psych meds. I am however a good looking person. I don't want to sound like a braggart, because I'm not, and am a 0 when it comes to women, my lack of personality and general creepy and alarming demeanor make women run. I can sometimes sense a woman's body language being attracted and interested in getting to know me, and I can also see it disappear when only a few seconds of eye contact is made. I work out a lot because I live in the world completely alone, full of anxiety, and I refuse to take meds. I also fear that I have early signs of early onset dementia and the only thing to help slow it down if it is in fact happening is daily exercise.
What ends up happing though, sometimes, is a woman will seek my attention. They will look at me and try to flirt with me, and when I, unable to respond emotionally or physically as my anatomy and personality does not have a sexual element other than masturbation, they become agitated. Also what happens is, men around, in this case in my office, come to get aggressive towards me, and their pursuit of pusѕy first includes destroying, bullying, and humiliating me, in order to moisten their their targets vagina. Because without my pain and submission, they can not have access to the girl. I become a sort of hymen, something that must be broken before entry to the vagina is granted. I try to get away and avoid the situation to ignore the beatings and the resulting situation of being the reluctant cuck, as my castration is foreplay between the 2 parties, and their relationship continues on until I quit my job or get out of the situation. I become the lubrication for the affair, the condom, protecting both parties from the transmission of emotion, as all feelings that may be unsatisfactory to either party, are nullified by scapegoating and a focus on me. I become a sort of campfire, silently burning as all others sit in a circle calmed and amused by my passive and relentless burning. The sex between them is uninhibited and all throughout the mans strength and confidence with the woman is supported by my weakness and their discussion and analysis of it. I become the center, contributing more to the success and continuance of the affair than either parties. the affair is impossible without my discomfort, it ceases to be without my reluctant participation.
What ends up happing though, sometimes, is a woman will seek my attention. They will look at me and try to flirt with me, and when I, unable to respond emotionally or physically as my anatomy and personality does not have a sexual element other than masturbation, they become agitated. Also what happens is, men around, in this case in my office, come to get aggressive towards me, and their pursuit of pusѕy first includes destroying, bullying, and humiliating me, in order to moisten their their targets vagina. Because without my pain and submission, they can not have access to the girl. I become a sort of hymen, something that must be broken before entry to the vagina is granted. I try to get away and avoid the situation to ignore the beatings and the resulting situation of being the reluctant cuck, as my castration is foreplay between the 2 parties, and their relationship continues on until I quit my job or get out of the situation. I become the lubrication for the affair, the condom, protecting both parties from the transmission of emotion, as all feelings that may be unsatisfactory to either party, are nullified by scapegoating and a focus on me. I become a sort of campfire, silently burning as all others sit in a circle calmed and amused by my passive and relentless burning. The sex between them is uninhibited and all throughout the mans strength and confidence with the woman is supported by my weakness and their discussion and analysis of it. I become the center, contributing more to the success and continuance of the affair than either parties. the affair is impossible without my discomfort, it ceases to be without my reluctant participation.
