Published: June 22nd 2025, 8:46:44 pm
I often wonder how much toxic positivity and unconditional acceptance have played a role in the 'cuckification' of some of you men.
There’s something strange about living with a deep, private shame- something that clashes with the image you present to the world... while knowing that, if it were exposed, it wouldn’t be met with challenge or correction, but with softness, coddling, and approval.
Sometimes I think what you really crave is not acceptance, but recognition. Not reassurance, but confrontation. You want your shame to be seen and named for what it is. You want it to hurt a little, to be handled haphazardly, even cruelly.
I see it. the weakness beneath your curated avatar, the desperation for an obstacle, a bully, something to push against. Deep down, some of you long for boundaries. for a world that still says, 'You can’t have this, and here’s exactly why.' You want the pain of knowing that the best pussy, the best lives, are unavailable to you… for reasons written plainly in the heavy truths you carry.
And yet, morning after morning, beyond the digital humiliation and private fantasies, you wake up and try to be your best self. That takes a kind of strength, doesn’t it?