PUA

Notice she never offers anything concrete...anything tangible...anything of personal conviction.

She alludes, critiques, implies...and preserves her vulnerable ego....one day this, the next that....one leg on that fence post, the other seven on the other seven....
and because this is effective amongst the crowd she frequents, like the Brown Cow does, she thinks it is a universal truth.
Cynical for her means...I remain ambivalent about everything except my cunt and stomach.

Unable to pursue things further, or to make a stand, to have principles, she settled for the easiest, most base.....feeling.....sensation.....more than emotion, because emotion evolved after sensation.
She settles for the satiation of basic needs...but does not delve deeper, because that would demand a brain and courage..

phoneutria wrote:

Well, dear, it's not as you can slap sense into women, so what are you to do?


If I may offer a suggestion, have daughters, and then teach them to be women.

I never thought that slapping was about slapping sense into them.
And about women, I don't know what I could teach them about 'being'.

Satyr wrote:

She settles for the satiation of basic needs...but does not delve deeper, because that would demand a brain and courage..

Yea...


Phono, try slap some sense into yourself.
See if it helps.

Notice the usage of extremes the typical, average, moron uses....the either/or.
Either this extreme capitation to non-aggression, or the total giving in to violence.

To say anything about woman you are saying something evil about your daughter, because if its your daughter the world changes, and if you are not allowing her to be a stupid cunt then you must be beating the shit out of her daily.

Anfang wrote:

Satyr wrote:

She settles for the satiation of basic needs...but does not delve deeper, because that would demand a brain and courage..

Yea...


Phono, try slap some sense into yourself.
See if it helps.

All I hear is baby cries... babies wanting to be breastfeed.
Don't ask me for milk, I am not your mother.

And so a man lamenting about the world must be seeking a woman's teet, turning her into a means to another kind of end.
She still desires to remain relevant, but with increasingly effete males, or out of touch berserk, and a system that is faceless, cock-less, sperm-less, she still grasps for that emotional appeal.

How else would those she has dismissed, but cannot discount, remain at her feet?

When I was a young man such cunts had an effect on me.
They would not respect me then, ironically, when they held sway over my judgments.
But I grew, and I experienced and I saw man, and woman, for what they were, and then these females found me "interesting", but, ironically, also worthy of their manipulative ways.

If you remain indifferent you are old, or drained of the youthful energies such females consider base and also productive, because only there can they remain at the center of attention.
If you do not remain indifferent you are under their spell and you are not respected.

The paradox of the feminine mystique.

I am not talking about your laments, I'm talking about your constant nagging me to prove, provide, deliver...

No!
I am here for my own reasons, not to satisfy you. Find yourself other toys to play with.

Oh, baby-cakes...your "own reasons"...how powerful, and liberating.

Ha!!!

Nagging you?
Ha!!!

I expect nothing and you deliver.
I hate fakes, dear....keepin' it real, you know, tuts....down to earth.
You are one of the biggest hypocrites I've met....on-line.
In real life you would be an open canvas...and worthless because of it.
Here, you can play with anonymity and the medium.

I wonder how "brave" a cunt would be posting her telephone and number...as brave as a brain-dead spic?

phoneutria wrote:

Anfang wrote:

Satyr wrote:

She settles for the satiation of basic needs...but does not delve deeper, because that would demand a brain and courage..

Yea...


Phono, try slap some sense into yourself.
See if it helps.

All I hear is baby cries... babies wanting to be breastfeed.
Don't ask me for milk, I am not your mother.

How would this response follow to what I said?
Keep your skirt, eh, shirt on - I'm not asking you for milk.

This is why she comes here...this attention.
Being petite, short, out of sight, forced her to develop others ways to get noticed.
Getting noticed is what she considers her strength.
Doesn't matter how or why, it only matters that she is pleased, satisfied, her need fed.

She used to harm herself to get noticed, before she discovered an other way.
Now, trying to harm her does not affect her....just as long as this harming means you turn her way and notice her.
The moment you do she feels like she's already won.

It's why she never defends or justifies any position, other than referring and deferring, and only critiques, trying to raise ire, and get eyes turning her way.
Napoleon Complex in women.

Satyr wrote:

Oh, baby-cakes...your "own reasons"...how powerful, and liberating.

Ha!!!

Nagging you?
Ha!!!

I expect nothing and you deliver.

Then why won't you let me be?

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I hate fakes, dear....keepin' it real, you know, tuts....down to earth.
You are one of the biggest hypocrites I've met....on-line.
In real life you would be an open canvas...and worthless because of it.
Here, you can play with anonymity and the medium.

Why can't you let me retire to my insignificance? The ease with which I get what you obtain laboriously bothers you so.
I am too groovy for you. You'll just never admit it.

Quote :

I wonder how "brave" a cunt would be posting her telephone and number...as brave as a brain-dead spic?  

... the fine like between bravery and stupidity that men so easily cross...

phoneutria wrote:

Then why won't you let me be?

Because you come here, dear....begging for attention.

phoneutria wrote:

Why can't you let me retire to my insignificance? The ease with which I get what you obtain laboriously bothers you so.
I am too groovy for you. You'll just never admit it.

Ha...yes, waaaay out of my league.
I admit it.

Now fuck off.
Do ya see why you come here?
You want to bring me down to where you live.

What I want is reality, you bimbo...not attention.
Attention is my means of getting what I want, not the end itself, you pathetic woman.  

Being controversial and using word-games, called trolling, is easy.
I've done it numerous times, you stupid woman, with an ego bigger than her stature.   
So easy that I get bored and then go overboard....resulting in banishment.

phoneutria wrote:

... the fine like between bravery and stupidity that men so easily cross...

So, the next time you are tempted to say "you are hiding behind a computer screen and that's the only reason you speak as you do" look in the mirror, first.
Not even the stalker had the balls to post his address and phone number, but you defended him when he did what he thought was mine and Lyssa's.
You don't belong here....
My motives are not as shallow.

We've had this conversation a million times.
satyr: all you want is attention
phoneutria: then stop giving it, and see if I care.
ad nauseum...

You come here, dear.

What you think my motives are, do not concern me.
They take yourself as a sounding board and project.
I am not controversial for the sake of shock and awe, you dumbass....if I were that simple I would have been ignored a long time ago, and not even you would be here.

Attention, you idiot, is a need as well.
It is only pathetic when it is your primary need, or the end itself.
This is your problem, dear.
You have no end...except the one you shake to get the boys to respond to you.
Your superficiality becomes your projection.

You belong on ILP dear...where gangstas, stalkers, apes, imitators, men-children who are geniuses, and MENSA clubbing chicks frequent.
Know yourself means know your place.

Go be amongst your own kind.

What you think my ends are don't concern me, either.
I come here, just as I go to a dozen different places.
There is nothing special about this one.
If I am bothering you, ban me and go back to your wanking.
I don't care.

Anfang wrote:

phoneutria wrote:

Anfang wrote:

Satyr wrote:

She settles for the satiation of basic needs...but does not delve deeper, because that would demand a brain and courage..

Yea...


Phono, try slap some sense into yourself.
See if it helps.

All I hear is baby cries... babies wanting to be breastfeed.
Don't ask me for milk, I am not your mother.

How would this response follow to what I said?
Keep your skirt, eh, shirt on - I'm not asking you for milk.

I meant to reply to the post you quoted, not to your post. My bad.
As to slapping sense into myself, don't you find me sensible?

phoneutria wrote:

What you think my ends are don't concern me, either.
I come here, just as I go to a dozen different places.
There is nothing special about this one.
If I am bothering you, ban me and go back to your wanking.
I don't care.

Good...and so the fact that you do come here and endure my attentions and me erasing your precious fuckin' posts, pulling hissy-fits in some contexts and pretending cool indifference in others, can be interpreted by me in a way that makes sense to me, sweets...and I do not need your fuckin' permission, nor do I have to explain myself to you.

You come here...
YOU.... come.... here!
And here is where I lurk.

If you do not like it you can stop coming here.

phoneutria wrote:

Satyr wrote:

A man seeks for a means to an end.
Useless?

HA!!!

How many women are useless, except as that means to an end?

The sovereign huntress would object deeply.

Only limited to your understanding.

The sovereign huntress has read the User's Manual and knows it by heart even more than the use-value cynics and the human contract-ors. But here's the thing. She doesn't mind being used, because she knows she cant be used-uP.

When such virginality exists, then one even manages to gift being of service to something or someone, an honour to oneself.

My only comment to you in this thread was about the sovereign huntress, which is an invitation to remember the discussions in another thread.
Everything you directed at me was personal nonsense.
You are the troll.

Anfang wrote:

Even those who have very good eyes need something to look at which is actually there otherwise they start to see only themselves everywhere.

"All that is akin to me in nature and history speaks to me, praises me, urges me forward and comforts me: other things are unheard by me, or immediately forgotten.  We are always only in our own company." [JW, 166]

The only kind of honest love I know is self-love. We always *only mange to see ourselves in others.

Quote :

Fantasies become a wasteland once they fall apart, as they inevitably do. But then it depends on whether the fantasy was seen as a fantasy or mistaken for the real. Those who create the fantasy are bound to believe in it themselves while those who get to merely see it remain detached.

Hence my compression "Real man". Thanks for expanding that though.[/quote]

that was for satyr.

phoneutria wrote:

that was for satyr.

I like intruding into narrow spaces.

Lyssa wrote:

phoneutria wrote:

Satyr wrote:

A man seeks for a means to an end.
Useless?

HA!!!

How many women are useless, except as that means to an end?

The sovereign huntress would object deeply.

Only limited to your understanding.

The sovereign huntress has read the User's Manual and knows it by heart even more than the use-value cynics and the human contract-ors. But here's the thing. She doesn't mind being used, because she knows she cant be used-uP.

When such virginality exists, then one even manages to gift being of service to something or someone, an honour to oneself.  

But would she not put an arrow through a gut-predator?

phoneutria wrote:

Lyssa wrote:

phoneutria wrote:

Satyr wrote:

A man seeks for a means to an end.
Useless?

HA!!!

How many women are useless, except as that means to an end?

The sovereign huntress would object deeply.

Only limited to your understanding.

The sovereign huntress has read the User's Manual and knows it by heart even more than the use-value cynics and the human contract-ors. But here's the thing. She doesn't mind being used, because she knows she cant be used-uP.

When such virginality exists, then one even manages to gift being of service to something or someone, an honour to oneself.  

But would she not put an arrow through a gut-predator?

Without a blink. That you know her so well tells me perchance you were on the receiving end many a times...?

Lyssa wrote:

Anfang wrote:

Even those who have very good eyes need something to look at which is actually there otherwise they start to see only themselves everywhere.

"All that is akin to me in nature and history speaks to me, praises me, urges me forward and comforts me: other things are unheard by me, or immediately forgotten.  We are always only in our own company." [JW, 166]

The only kind of honest love I know is self-love. We always *only mange to see ourselves in others.

What I meant to say with 'to see only themselves' was to see something which is not there. To see something which doesn't belong in the place where they look at. And of course, what they see in that place is themselves, a part of it.

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Quote :

Fantasies become a wasteland once they fall apart, as they inevitably do. But then it depends on whether the fantasy was seen as a fantasy or mistaken for the real. Those who create the fantasy are bound to believe in it themselves while those who get to merely see it remain detached.

Hence my compression "Real man". Thanks for expanding that though.

I see now.
Thanks.

Lyssa wrote:

phoneutria wrote:

Lyssa wrote:

phoneutria wrote:

Satyr wrote:

A man seeks for a means to an end.
Useless?

HA!!!

How many women are useless, except as that means to an end?

The sovereign huntress would object deeply.

Only limited to your understanding.

The sovereign huntress has read the User's Manual and knows it by heart even more than the use-value cynics and the human contract-ors. But here's the thing. She doesn't mind being used, because she knows she cant be used-uP.

When such virginality exists, then one even manages to gift being of service to something or someone, an honour to oneself.  

But would she not put an arrow through a gut-predator?

Without a blink. That you know her so well tells me perchance you were on the receiving end many a times...?

I do not hunt the sovereign. I'm on a diet of vermin.

phoneutria wrote:

I meant to reply to the post you quoted, not to your post. My bad.
As to slapping sense into myself, don't you find me sensible?

I think, if anything, you are too sensible. That doesn't mean though, that slapping some sense out of yourself would be a sensible thing to do.

For the arachnid vermin "vermin" means= anyone who stands in the way of her pleasures.
She's addicted to Modern plumbing, and gas stoves.

Settling is what she does.
Then she critiques, trying to validate her choices.

phoneutria wrote:

Lyssa wrote:

phoneutria wrote:

Lyssa wrote:

phoneutria wrote:

Satyr wrote:

A man seeks for a means to an end.
Useless?

HA!!!

How many women are useless, except as that means to an end?

The sovereign huntress would object deeply.

Only limited to your understanding.

The sovereign huntress has read the User's Manual and knows it by heart even more than the use-value cynics and the human contract-ors. But here's the thing. She doesn't mind being used, because she knows she cant be used-uP.

When such virginality exists, then one even manages to gift being of service to something or someone, an honour to oneself.  

But would she not put an arrow through a gut-predator?

Without a blink. That you know her so well tells me perchance you were on the receiving end many a times...?

I do not hunt the sovereign. I'm on a diet of vermin.

Vermin-spotters are gut-predators and the Sovereign belches on them.