Following up on Days of Broken Arrows' cri de coeur, I'd like to amplify on another observation of his that I feel deserves a thread of its own.
It's often been said that feminism is fundamentally driven by the rage and bitterness of females past their prime -- aka HAGS -- that are desperate to deny men the pleasure of luscious young pussy. This is true to a large extent, and as hags ascend to greater and greater positions of power in this and other countries, feminism marches from strength to strength.
The tat is their terrible ally in this march, because it permanently despoils the young female body. There is nothing that both satisfies and incites the male gaze more than resting on the uninterrupted expanse of young, smooth, moist and untouched female skin. To quote from another post by the OP in that thread:
Precisely. The young female body is like a cold glass of spring water; the HAG, that driest of all God's creatures, wants you to have to swallow a dead fly every time you take a drink from that glass. That is the tattoo.
There is this coffee shop I've been going to for years, owned and run by a canny and efficient hag. In former years, some fetching and luscious pussy would occasionally work there; I remember one in particular, a purebred Italian American with high firm big boobs, an enraging tight bubble butt, long glowing hair and a fresh pretty/ugly bitchy face. I remember the hag's growing consternation as this young heifer turned every normal male eye (the mangina quotient was slightly lower then), caused a little drama now and then, and generally enlivened the proceedings. Finally it all became too much, and she was fired by the hag as part of what became a more general purge of excessively nice young cunt from the place.
Now, all the halfway-fuckable hipster chicks that work in that place sport tats (because it is by no means true that this is a purely low class phenomenon; not anymore). And as I've watched the increasingly dry and wrinkled but essentially ageless HAG with my still lizard's eye, I often caught a ghoulish twinkle in her own. She watches over the spoilage of young female flesh with a benign and contented glee. The heifers on her ranch are branded now; she has nothing to worry about. She marches from strength to strength.
It's often been said that feminism is fundamentally driven by the rage and bitterness of females past their prime -- aka HAGS -- that are desperate to deny men the pleasure of luscious young pussy. This is true to a large extent, and as hags ascend to greater and greater positions of power in this and other countries, feminism marches from strength to strength.
The tat is their terrible ally in this march, because it permanently despoils the young female body. There is nothing that both satisfies and incites the male gaze more than resting on the uninterrupted expanse of young, smooth, moist and untouched female skin. To quote from another post by the OP in that thread:
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I can remember my first serious g/f in high school and her hanging out when my folks were away. I used to get her to hang out naked and I vividly remember seeing her walk down the hallway and thinking "Wow, there is NOTHING better than this!" "THIS" meaning the female body.
So I don't get why any women with a decent body would feel the need to modify it. And I think societal pressure for them to do so is a deliberate attempt on the part of Those In Charge to make sure men don't get to experience women's bodies in all their untouched glory. They screwed with women's minds via feminism, so now they're screwing with their bodies too.
Precisely. The young female body is like a cold glass of spring water; the HAG, that driest of all God's creatures, wants you to have to swallow a dead fly every time you take a drink from that glass. That is the tattoo.
There is this coffee shop I've been going to for years, owned and run by a canny and efficient hag. In former years, some fetching and luscious pussy would occasionally work there; I remember one in particular, a purebred Italian American with high firm big boobs, an enraging tight bubble butt, long glowing hair and a fresh pretty/ugly bitchy face. I remember the hag's growing consternation as this young heifer turned every normal male eye (the mangina quotient was slightly lower then), caused a little drama now and then, and generally enlivened the proceedings. Finally it all became too much, and she was fired by the hag as part of what became a more general purge of excessively nice young cunt from the place.
Now, all the halfway-fuckable hipster chicks that work in that place sport tats (because it is by no means true that this is a purely low class phenomenon; not anymore). And as I've watched the increasingly dry and wrinkled but essentially ageless HAG with my still lizard's eye, I often caught a ghoulish twinkle in her own. She watches over the spoilage of young female flesh with a benign and contented glee. The heifers on her ranch are branded now; she has nothing to worry about. She marches from strength to strength.
same old shit, sixes and sevens Shaft...