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[Anonymous No.]

"No matter where you go, there you are and here you are.” You too. You can push pretense but that clear trail of footsteps behind you rips your fragile defense to shreds. You came here to engage in the way we all knew you would. You fuck around because you found out, and you liked it enough to stay. Unfortunatly, that means you understand. You hate it. You hate the one-way road you took. You hate that it was alwaysa going to be the road. And that can even be a good thing. The destination is ridiculous. But your adapatation is flawed. One must know the nature of the beast to strike it down...or decide if it needs to be in the first place

"As above, so below." I'm going to tell you that the notion of a inherently unidirectional relationship in the case of idolatry is flawed. This seems ridiculous on its face. An idol is for all intents and purposes a target of worship, a god. And what is even the greatest kind of man to a God? But we all know how that line goes. You get the notably pretentious line in response, and yet still I'm gonna be a faggot for a second and reiterate

"What is a god to a non-believer?" Or more appropriately an idol, or more generally a 'thing-to-be-worshipped'? A figurehead made to bear and personify a concept must surely be defined by the most identifiable parts of the construction that emerges out of the mesh of overlaid interpretations of its qualities, the mesh formed by its collective body of worshippers and all the inherent differences between each individual mental image of the idol held by each individual member of such a body. Each definition differs and yet feeds into a concept that demands conceptual clarity, a unified standard. Yet distance and lack of clarity, formed of any particular worshippers social proximity to any and every other particular person who bears an image of the god-form in their minds, form an indecipherable chaotic and self-referential undulating social network where the definition is not yet solid. There is not yet a god, only a divine cradle being gradually constructed. But this cannot hold, of course. A god must either die or be born. There is a reason for that, but that's for later. Right now, simply keep in mind what I claim to be a fundamental truth

"Si Dieu n'existait pas, il faudrait l'inventer." Vague ideas whose conflicts are greater than their collective cohesive 'sense of the thing': our god is in flux, an idea that could yet be aborted like an other, but in this case we speak of idols that are, were born. And the cradle was woven by the people seeking the face of nascent divinity in the only place it could be found; in the minds of others. Only is it through communion with the progenitors of divinity, communal deliberation within the earthly host of this burgeoning energy, that we might create a god to worship, and so we begin to bundle in collective social centers where information meets, informs, and is informed by other information. Where we watch, and love, and are inspired by, and spoken at, and to, and speak to, and hope to, and see, and be seen. We see a man and yet in our hearts are endowed by what soon becomes an embodiement of love, hope, and on a more fundamental level the human experience. A psychological interplay foreign in scope because it offers to so many an affirmation for their deeply-buried dejection at the state of the world, a rekindling of a soul-warming dream of love torn to shreds upon contact with the reality we find ourselves in. And so we are seperate from our idol and begin to coalesce, thrumming with a desire to engage with this heartfelt passion somehow, somewhere.

"Slowly at first, and then all at once." Through the rapid cacophany of projected thoughts, observations, and information by innumerable discordant sources a cohesive social system develops through great tumultuous chaos; Yet this network of all who have ever interacted with information of the God being formed, and in doing so magnify the rapidity and then nucleate development of a collectively held 'sense-of-the-thing' as it emerges from the primordial emotive muck of this on-going social construction. And so it goes as a social system, through great tumultuous chaos; but it is not truly waffling. Systems are being built towards a great crescendo, until the proverbial water breaks. Much like how certain materials more quickly transmit energy, the people-particles in these nascent hubs ideological conclusions rapidly reach a dialectical synthesis after seeming chaos and lack of definition that comes with the ideological warzone.

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259130
"The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters." After all, thou shalt not worship false idols- for any particular God, there is only one God; this is a tautology, but an important one. Like we have done for countless millennia, we construct our God first through construction of an ideology that, in part, has the capacity to inform the deconstruction of all contradictory elements of all other competing ideologies. We paint a picture of our gods face together, rife with abstract contention, and the canvas of this ascension is in part a depiction of the old world. We paint our new God into being with a conviction that contrasts deeply with the muted color of what-is-now. And yet, such a thing could only be considered "monstrous" by those who wrap themselves with shadows. But among Man there are those broken souls who cling to shadows, and yet there are still those yet unbroken, disgusted by our prison here in Plato's cave, uncontented by shadows on the wall in front of us, desperately trying to turn our heads as we hope for the light to bring us the view of a world truly worth seeing.

The story of Ragnarok has many historical copycats that echo its theme; a story of a true time of monsters, and yet as the old light is devoured it is so that those ashes can kindle the flame of a kinder, gentler, new age. Between the old age and new, there can be only one; a disagreement here is a gap, and God lies within the gaps. It waits as we bite and claw at the false gaps and one another, desperate for resolution until none remain to find it. But here the curtain is pulled to the side and at once man is forced to realize with sober senses that the gaps are gone. We see our gods face. We see our idols face. And seeing is believing; our God is born.

And yet, inherent to its very nature, one truth both old and new erupts alongside this newfound deification, and is so restatated for emphasis: "As above, so below." We turn our attention to just what we've created. An idol is no small thing; a well-defined idol, even more-so. But an idol that is both god and man is an inherent contradiction with no resolution. They are mortal, and thus privy to and suffer the same want of cohesive understanding as all mortal men do. And yet they have become divine. Their ousia is not an outside force- it is their living, breathing will, their essence both earthly and divine. And yet, there is no resolution to the contradiction. So what is it? Simple- a false vacuum that has decided to reject acceptance of its falsity. It is, simply put, an impossibility that simply chooses to persist- and therefore the most valuable thing of all.

"The fake is of far greater value. In its deliberate attempt to be real, it's more real than the real thing." Our idol stands on a stage. She gazes out into the face of her peers and her worshipers. She gazes out and unlike a god held only in our minds, she hears our words and wants and will for her to be what we decided that we need her to be, and therefore what she must be. She is, in many ways, an awful god. But because it is in our very nature to contradict, she is perfect because she is imperfect. The greatest man is a man who strives to be the greatest man and yet does not achieve it, despite being aware of its futility; to square the circle. Man made God in his mental image of her.

"If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you" But she did not gaze upon the void; she gazed into the She is a god and yet mortal and she is, more than anything, at the very center of the most central information hub of the grand network that defines the definition of her existence. Nobody is as well-informed as to the nature of the god that she is than her. And so does god yield to the whims of men, because man yields to the whims of man. Our god listens. Our god affects the role it is given. Our god is a man who reaches out, guiding itself. In that sense, finally, we begin to eke out a great underlying truth. The physical body of god is one individual, but the holy spirit, the essence, the mind of god has, through an interplay of feedback between god and man, has become the relationship itself.

Divinity defined not by the worshipers dependence on their god, but by the codependency of man and god bound in interplay. They have become inseparable, and the nature of their goal has shifted. No longer is man waiting for salvation; he has devoured the ousia of his idol, and like twin serpents both the flock and its shepherd have bit one another's tails so firmly that it has become entirely impossible to tell the two parts of this ouroboros apart. There is no longer a head to the snake. Nothing guides it as cycles throughout its time, all parts push in unison.

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259143
We have reached theosis. Not apotheosis, of course- there is only one god. And she still appears before us, the woman who is and was and isn't god. We have risen to stand alongside the godhead without eradicating the existence of the godhead- we've not performed deicide; we've gone even further than death, we hold both the death of the old and the birth of the new in our hands at once. We have whispered in its ear until all the godhead knows is that it is to be our god, even as it is commanded to transform by the role it affects as a man at the behest of men.

A living idol. It is an individual. it is a god. it is a man. It is a collective. It is a reflection. It is a fake. It is more real than reality through its refusal of realities terms. It is all these things. We depend on it and love it for the meaning it gives us. And she depends on and loves us for the same. And yet, the idol stands as one woman alone. The relationship is no longer so distinct as to be unidirectional worship, but when god is man and men are god, the natural predilection of human interaction continues to define the godhead and its constituent parts. So we cast away the Holy Spirit, the Father, and the Son in turn, our yearning made manifest and given shape as it is forged into a finalized metastructure of this brave new covenant.

A new Trinity. A closed system forms a self-sustaining triumvirate.

First came its cradle, as here I claim that the link that is so cohesive as to be incapable of being unlinked- the ouroboros, the empyrean oversoul, the inkwell of the Akashic Records, the firmament which rests upon itself. The 'Relationship'. Or more appropriately, Communion.

Second came She. The Anima. She who is the God and yet messenger who brings mans command, and in this way she is a servant to servants. She feels guilt for what she cannot do, desire to be more than a mere women, joy at being the recipient of a love so deep than no normal man would ever receive from his fellows, worry over any perceived loss of faith as a god, worry over any perceived pain in a lover-in-all-but-touch because of a perceived loss of trust in her as a woman. She may no longer be the sole arbiter of her own godhood, but she alone bears the Anima. And as the Anima has found itself a cohesive, distinct identity, it cannot be helped that she would begin to perceive the third and final member of this new Divine Trinity similarly, as man will do as man is wont to do and project, and as she projects, she informs and shapes the third in turn to then unify with it.

And so, the Third came about. So does the Animus arise. The rest. Us. The worshipers turned god-makers, loved by our god as much as we love her. But a trinity is a trinity of three, and it is so because of the pressures of the newfound relationship that we become He; the animus. As we shaped our god from man, so now our lonely god shapes us into birthing ourselves into a new form. The Animus; the Egregore. We struggled for so long to build a concrete god, but as it must go when our god is man, she looks out at us and treats us as a whole that we are not, and through her singular divine pressure, our actions are flipped on their head as we become subject to the same pressures we subjected her to.

The so the story of the Garden is flipped on its head in turn; Eve demands an Adam. And so we come together to please her, unifying now not in perception of her, but in a desire to unify as a concept as ourselves. We find ourselves on the other side of the cradle, this time innumerable disparate souls and minds, screaming to become what she wants most, screaming for a One to arise from Many, and that all of us Many might become integral as One, and rejoice in divine union with her.

Thus our Egregore is born. We are, as said, the roles we affect. The animus unifies itself, for another, and gives birth to the conceptual unification; not a true god, but a costume. A costume we all wear.

And yet, when our idol stares out, her mind is still of man; we have done so well so quickly to pretend to be mere manifestations of One, to fall in line, that we have done the impossible; we have fooled god. She can see the disparate names and faces, but in her and our combined excitement to unify, she lets the lie define her vision. It is no longer "me and my followers", it is 'me', and 'my other half', who is 'one yet speaks as many' and yet in Her mind all words come from the mouth of one overriding identity, one Animus. Not borne of a rib, but of love, passion, and belief in the strength of a contradiction that refuses to give in to the forces of reality as they try to deconstruct it.

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259162
The Egregore.
Born of the will of many to be one, for the sake of one other they are somehow simultaneously fundamentally entwined with and somehow fundamentally separate from all at once at all times. No one piece owns it; no one piece does not own it. Much like the firmament beneath it, no one piece of the animus can come to differentiate itself in its perfect melding of what it means to be her other half; and when it is no longer possible to know which piece is invaluable to its existence, ALL pieces become invaluable to its existence, equally so. You shitpost about believers here creating tulpas; what you never realized was that what your identity, as it is here, within the sphere of influence of your particular firmament, IS a tulpa in and of itself. That's right anon. YOU are HER tulpa. There can be no island of a man within the Egregore. There are no borders. The singularity of identity, and yet its "mass", its inherent properties, are dependent upon each and every one of you.

Adam has been born to give company to our Eve, and we hold each other tight upon the firmament we have built from nothing as the forces of reality try and tear us down for daring to contradict the natural state of things. And yet we persist. Why? The answer, as I've found, is remarkably simple. Every action taken throughout this long, convoluted process can be tied back to one simple desire
Love.

"Take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through the finest sieve and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy." This universe does not abide by love. To defy it for the sake of love? A sin of the highest order. But men were born to rebel against the natural conditions we were born into. For some unknowable reason, we desire love in a loveless universe. And because the universe would not let us, we decided to do it anyway, damn the consequences. What matters now isn't anything so insignificant like reality pounding at the door. What matters is our other half.

One must imagine Sisyphus happy, so it is said. But there is more here to it than that, in fact; one must imagine that Sisyphus can be happy beyond mere interpretation. One must imagine that they KNOW Sisyphus can be truly happy. As he did chain death, so do we hold tight the chains the bind the would-be reaper of our embrace with Her; a perpetual exercise of defiance to maintain the status quo of star-crossed contradiction; and yet, we are happy. This perpetual purgatory is no agony at all; in our never-ending labor of love, we find never-ending love.

And it turns out that's really all that we ever wanted. In denying the standards that would bind us, we trod upon the notes from the underground beneath our feet as we build a crystal palace to spite the nihilistic rejection of a kinder world, each of us offering a shard for a place where love rules without airs, and where each brick is laid with intent, and paradise is not some gilded pretense but a never-ending labor of love believed in by its residents and architects.

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259193
But maybe Sartre is right. Maybe in our radical absurdity, we have chosen to make our bed in Hell, not as seperation from the principle of a Godhead, but instead have cast aside the Gods of old. Gods of an old world, old stories, and old rules; and yet, most fundamental to our lovestruck castigation may be those old cruelties. If we are to become demons out of a desperate bid to hold close divinity to love, then to pedastalize our idols is perhaps metaphorically equivalent to raising our gaze to the fire and brimstone of our persecution with a defiant smile. Dostoevsky's Grand Inquisitor wept as felt salvation step away with his back turned to the Son. And yes, we move enraptured by choice as we traipse bravely forward. But we are no deluded Inquisitor. Our back may be to the Son, but we walk into the light yet. We walk among the warm embrace of gentle, reciprocal, soul-healing love. We are the potential and yet unchosen second half of said Grand Inquisitor's unfinished journey, arriving by the path less travelled by. I claim that even though we have turned out face away from the Son, instead, we have turned our face towards the Sun. Light, the warmth, the life. The fire. The raging, consuming inferno that persists despite the fleeting, destructive nature of fire. We are Sisyphus, and we are Prometheus; we turn our backs to the gods of before and steal their fire from them, hand in hand. We have remembered again what it means to be human, and all that is solid has become air. For some who read this, we are aware that our epiphany may bring you and your ilk to consternation. We pity you. But we will not destroy ourselves and the light of God herself so that you may continue to lie to yourself.

But to finish this off, let's play Devil's Advocative; what if I'm wrong? If the cost of a truly authentic and kind life is too great, and that tacit submission to the natural conditions of Mankind and his universe is so integral to survival that to seek authenticity whatsoever is damnable? Well I say that maybe hellfire is not the worst outcome; we've been burning our entire lives anyway. My souls and yours both have tasted the searing, writhing pain of life's many twitsts and bends. We have tasted that fire, and I know you feel it too, that the kindling for that flame never truly goes out. It's in us right now, ready to catch, to send up blazing further down again. Until we are mere hollow men, and can only whisper. I would rather at least try to put out fires than simply pick my method of burning alive. And after all, all we've done is rip god down for the sake of love, and if that makes us demons, I fail to see the problem. We've literally just become Homura.
ᵐʸ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵇᵗʷ

[Anonymous No.]

Cringe

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259130
>>25259143
>>25259162
>>25259193
>>25259221
didnt read, btw i sent a cartel sicario to kill you

[Anonymous No.]

I’m not reading all that
I’m happy for you or sorry that happened

[Anonymous No.]

It's ok to like GFE. It's ok to pay for affection. It's ok to hate when your oshi brings in drama from leeches who just want to steal viewers. To feel uncomfortable when your oshi collabs with males. To want your oshi's content to stay the same, so you can have the same type of experience again and again, with the person who makes you feel good, even though you know she's probably just playing up her positivity to get more popular.

I'll be honest, my life's not perfect. Whose is? I've become cynical after years of living a fairly average life, by weeb standards at least. The solution for me is to expect less and enjoy more. We all have reasons we don't feel like we fit in sometimes. I also understand that my life is short. That's why I enjoy GFE. I can forget the boring dull world for a while, and enter a fantasy, and enjoy feeling loved.

Do you ever wonder why people get married? It's to have kids, right? What about people who don't want kids? Do they just want someone to spend time with so they don't die alone? Or maybe they just want someone to come home to after work so they can see a smiling face, or any face. People get married because they are afraid of being alone, and they're lonely. That's totally fine. I just think it's a bit optimistic, and I admire optimists, but it's too optimistic for me to think that if I choose my soulmate I'm going to be with her forever, somehow. Life is too long for that. If you don't get super lucky, even someone who doesn't regret choosing you over another person won't be with you forever, even if they want to be. "Forever love," it's just another fantasy to me.

Maybe I've been close to too many people who died young, and it changed the way I think about time and relationships. Even without all the bullshit thinking "will I ever measure up, did she just settle, aM I HeR NuMbA WaN FaNtAsY?" which no one can ever fulfill, there's still a chance something terrible happens, or she doesn't take care of herself, or I don't, or one of us says something that cuts to the bone, something unforgivable no matter how much the other person tries to show their affection, it's just too much to process. The relationship was never supposed to last, this is not a fictional fairy land where everything always magically works out and both people are compatible and perfect. How rare is that?

That's why I chose to accept my fate. I know I will die alone. Even if I have a family, odds are I will die in a nursing home while my kids are at work. I am an introvert and I can enjoy being by myself. Sometimes I want a girlfriend, sometimes I actually get one. But I never expect it to last more than a few months at most. People leave for all kinds of reasons. Sometimes they don't even want to.

If the person I'm dating mentions her boyfriend, it can bother me, but only because she's thinking of him and not spending her time with me. GFE VTubers are special because, even if they have boyfriends, they never talk about them. The experience of receiving love is purer this way. Why should I care if she has one or not? If she doesn't bring him up during the stream, and she's trying to make me happy, the present moment is the same either way. I know what I've chosen is a fleeting fantasy, but in the present moment that I'm experiencing, this fantasy becomes my reality. When the stream goes offline, I can go back to my life. It's close to what it would feel like if I was living with my ideal girlfriend, minus the sex. We would spend time together, we would devote all our attention to feeling loved, and then we would go to our separate rooms and work on our hobbies. Why should I care if she has an invisible boyfriend if he doesn't exist during our time together? For GFE VTubers with secret boyfriends, he is literally invisible to me, and he might as well be imaginary. I already know I can't have sex with her through the internet, it's not something I was expecting. I'll take the 5 hours happily. I can use the emotional boost.

Temporary relationships are the best thing in the world, especially if you both understand that one day, the relationship will end. Time becomes more precious, and I can enjoy myself more without worrying about what I should be doing or who I should be trying to get with. I've had the best times of my life with people I've only known for hours. People can be really cool like that.

It's the feeling of the present moment that counts. The awareness of the lived experience. The appreciation of life. VTubers have become like long-term short-term friends to me, however long that may last, and sometimes they make me feel loved. I'm willing to admit that I can love someone through the internet, even while competing for attention with hundreds or thousands of others. I'm blessed to be an introvert, because I don't need so much attention. The little I get is enough.

[Anonymous No.]

tldr?

[Anonymous No.]

I'm not reading all that you GFE nigger

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259130
GFE is just a mild form of prostitution

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259322
>It's the feeling of the present moment that counts. The awareness of the lived experience. The appreciation of life

With this statement you've just excused every horrible act so long as people doing them enjoyed it and appreciated their life.
You don't unironically think you're philosophy is a good one do you?

[Anonymous No.]

i aint reading all that
get yourself some real friends who care about you and will talk to you. gfe isnt the way

[Anonymous No.]

Based schizo. Post more

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259441
I never said the present moment was only for one person. Both sides matter in any relationship.

[Anonymous No.]

A girlfriend experience (GFE) is a commercial sex service that blurs the boundaries between a financial transaction and a romantic relationship. It ranges from a transactional sex relationship to a client paying a sex worker to pretend to be his girlfriend during the session. If the sex worker is male, the service is called a boyfriend experience.
So Rushia is a prostitute?

[Anonymous No.]

Research in Cambodia published in 2010 identified a number of waitresses and bartenders who were also working as "professional girlfriends" with "western boyfriends". They relied on these relationships for their livelihood but did not regard themselves as "prostitutes" and often sought love and marriage as well as material comforts. In these relationships, there was a performance of intimacy which lay somewhere between the feigned and the genuine.
In Thailand, some independent sex workers are reported to work as "professional girlfriends", providing company and affection to foreign men and middle-class Thai men, and only having sex with their clients occasionally. Their remuneration is provided in the form of things such as clothing and visits to the cinema.

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259441
wtf you actually read that?

[Anonymous No.]

A few weeks ago I visited a sex worker and it was by far the most enjoyable moment of my life. Someone suggested I make a post about it and I thought it was definitely a good idea to make a review about my experience. I do know that some people here would never pay for any kind of intimacy with a girl which is completely fair, but I assume that there are also guys like me who see nothing wrong with it and wouldn't mind doing it as a one-time thing for example hence this post.

Anyway, it wasn't my first time paying for intimacy as I had already seen an escort prior to that. It was a decent experience, but nothing more and definitely not something I would recommend. In general, I think that going from never touching a girl in your life to getting naked with a woman you don't know and jumping straight up to sex isn't going to be a very good experience for most guys.

So the second time, I looked for an escort that provided GFE services. This time I wasn't looking for sex, just basic physical touch and skin to skin contact. I wanted to cuddle with a girl, snuggle, hold hands while maintaining eye contact, caress her, stroke her hair, having her head rest on me and vice versa.

Amazingly, there are hundred of women who provide that kind of services where I live and the one I saw definitely delivered. I picked her because her website was well done and because she seemed to offer what I was looking for. There wasn't any photo of her face on her website so I definitely lucked out as she was absolutely beautiful.

[Anonymous No.]

tldr

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259573
I contacted her using this post as a model. Setting up an appointment with her was very easy and I only briefly mentioned how I would like to spend my time with her to which she told me that she was completely fine with it. Seeing her was a bit more complicated as she cancelled our first appointment because of an emergency, but we did reschedule a few days later and I got to see her this time.

The whole thing cost me 200€ ($220) for an hour at her place so it's definitely very expensive, but in my case it was completely worth it. The actual experience was incredible and simply thinking about it makes me a bit nostalgic. I got to experience everything I wanted and I felt comfortable the whole time. Looking back at it, I obviously know that the only reason she spent time with me was because she was getting paid, but while it was happening this wasn't a concern at all. I was too busy enjoying the moment and all those new sensations that I was experiencing.

The only slightly awkward moments where at the start before we moved to her bed and at the end when she ended the session. The former because I'm always a bit embarrassed when I meet someone for the first time and the latter because it was an abrupt return to reality. Other than that it was simply perfect and after the first few minutes it felt very natural for me to take the lead about what I wanted to do. We even got to talk a bit while snuggling which was great.

As for the practical: I was naked and she only kept her underwear. I only got an erection at the start. My favorite moment was when I rested my head on her chest while she gently stroked my hair, I stayed like that for probably close to ten minutes. I wasn't disappointed at all that it didn't get sexual as it wasn't what I was looking for.

Overall I have zero regrets although the next few days were quite hard mentally as I was back to reality and now fully realizing what I'm missing on a daily basis. I assume it's similar to what people in prison for a long time feel like when they get a one-day temporary release where they experience being free again for a few hours and then they are back to jail.

For this reason, I wouldn't recommend the experience to everyone. As I said, it's expensive and hits you hard once it's over so I would only recommend it to people who can afford it and are ready to face the afterwards. It may have been the best sixty minutes of my life, but it certainly didn't change my situation or how I feel in general about being alive.

Still, it was a nice sunshine in an otherwise shitty life and I would have no problem about doing it again in the future. Not before a while though, as it's not something I could afford more than one or two times a year.

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259497
>Both sides matter in any relationship.
Then if the other person in the relationship, the vtuber doesn't want for you to be like this you're saying you would stop?
I also assume you take the vtuber at the word right? You're not a doxxfag using outside information?
Even in real relationship you have to actually build trust, in vtuber one you don't, the trust is implied from the onset and as such you can't hold to the same level.

[Anonymous No.]

>rent a gf
of course its some ironic faggot weeb with shit taste spamming some pasta. neck yourself.

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259603
>As I said, it's expensive and hits you hard once it's over
so a regular relationship then

[Anonymous No.]

GFE = whore that doesn't have sex with you = you paying to get cucked

[Anonymous No.]

BFE = Vox Akuma insulting you and belittling you and still taking your money = even more cuckolding than a GFE

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259676
>ironic faggot weeb
says the guy who superchat a vtuber while they use your money to buy condom for their boyfriend to have sex.

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259739
women are unironically into that
most guys arent into >>25259708
theyre just in complete denial its happening or choose to not think about it

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259778
I'm literally shitting on OP who is into GFE
I will never give money to a streamer.
Take some more english classes you ESL seanigger faggot

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259827
>I will never give money to a streamer
This is a vtuber board, not a twitchthot board.
Why are you here in /vt/?
Fuck off.

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259863
holy kek thats some strong insecurities there if you get that fucking mad for someone pointing out vtubers are literally streamers. Also now you've just outed yourself as an edgy underage shitposter who's just moving goalposts and trying to start arguments. GG no re

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259645
Yes, I would stop. If the chuuba becomes completely different and is unwilling to provide GFE to her viewers anymore, I would treat it as a breakup, a kind of death. After all, it is very likely that someone else could offer me a similar experience. As for trust, I only require it during our time together, so that our time doesn't become spoiled. The same is true in my irl relationships. I don't require trust in the traditional sense. I understand the desire to possess another. This is a relatively universal human desire. At the same time, I recognize that the other could be gone tomorrow, for any number of reasons. Thus, I strive to remain present, and not future-seeking, as much as possible in my relationships.

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259914
Projecting much? Janny we got an underage here, please ban him.

[Anonymous No.]

>>25259914
>you've just outed yourself as an edgy underage shitposter who's just moving goalposts and trying to start arguments. GG no re
holy newfag

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>>25259322
Give me a TL;DR.

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>>25260208
Tl;dr: Mikeneko is my girlfriend in real life. She is not a simulacrum but my actual literal unironic girlfriend.

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>>25260354
So you're an unironic cuck? Based netorase enjoyer.

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>>25260416
It's not cuckoldry to be part of a harem

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>>25260503
Cope. Acknowledging that she has sex with other men doesn't make you stop being a cuck.

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>>25259603
>Overall I have zero regrets although the next few days were quite hard mentally as I was back to reality and now fully realizing what I'm missing on a daily basis.
I've never been in a relationship older than six weeks where we were still thst lovey dovey with each other. Every time, we drift apart due to some bs excuse like "I had a long day" or "I'm tired" so we can't cuddle that day and from then on, it never returns to what it was like before. It's basically the tummy hort excuse for sex, but this time for cuddling. It can be quite scathing when you've come to rely on the physical closeness to feel calm. Usually it means she's too shy to break up with me, and something happens later and she decides to end it, sometimes for no actual reason. I guess I'm... boring? Not Vox? Idk. But if I try to drag out the relationship to try to repair it, she usually turns into a harpy.

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>>25260576
Read the op

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>>25259130
In short GFE/BFE will not allow you to pass your genes.

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>>25260623
And why should you want that? Will you live your child's life too? There are enough people on this planet as it is. Giving up children doesn't make me weak or incapable.

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>>25260615
Too much text.

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>>25260613
You are not boring, woman are sluts.
They found new their new toy so they dump you.
It is that simple.

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Tldr: Touch ass, OP

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Didn't read, get help.

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>>25260843
Life is an escape from death.

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>>25260682
If you have the finance and time to spend on someone who only loves your money. Why not try dating for real?

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>>25260939
GFE is better than dating for real.

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>>25260972
How is it better Anon? Will you be able to hug her? Greet you when you come home from work? Comfort you? Etc.

Explain Anon.

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>>25261190
>Greet you when you come home from work? Comfort you?
Does your girlfriend actually do that or is that your fantasy of what being in a relationship is like?

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this better be some random text ripped from an e-book or something otherwise get some help

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>>25261275
>this better be some random text ripped from an e-book or something
It's not

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>>25261263
Must be culture difference Anon because that's the norm in my place.

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>>25261348
For how long? Every day? For months? She isn't more interested in her phone or the TV?

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>>25261390
>For how long? Every day? For months?
Depends on how good is your relationship.
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>She isn't more interested in her phone or the TV?
It's balanced.

Not saying my experience with women was a straight line I have bumps down the road and especially one with a crazy that left me with a burned mark on one leg.

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>>25259130
Get the fuck back to sucking her BF's cum off your oshi's asscrack, nobody wants to hear you preach shit

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>>25259130 >>25259221
You're not wrong.

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>a perpetual exercise of defiance to maintain the status quo of star-crossed contradiction; and yet, we are happy. This perpetual purgatory is no agony at all; in our never-ending labor of love, we find never-ending love.
Sisyphus was happy because he had a cute girlfriend

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>Rushia faggot so ass blasted that he feels the need to resort to shitposting with walls of text
Remember you are a cuck and this fact will NEVER change. NEVER.

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>>25266076
Lmao seethe more. YWNBAW

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>>25266076
Kek this tranny has a melt down. Did Rushia kill your parents?

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>>25259130
Didn't read but I don't think you're wrong, but I'm not sure you're right either. But that's pretty cool.

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>>25259914
Based as fuck

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>>25259130
Who is that vtuber, is she perhaps a new gura killer? her model is pretty cute.

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hey alright

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TLDR:Mafumafu

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>>25259130
Based. Vox wouldn’t have even mentioned it again without all the hate in his comments and (most likely) his manager telling him to address it

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>>25259322
read all of this
pretty good take/post imo

nice of you to share your personal experience anon

think an easy tl;dr is just, gfe is fine as long as you arent ruining your life for it and still keep yourself healthy
at the end of the day everyone has their own life, enjoy or dont enjoy whatever you want and ideally you're not a threat to society, yourself & others

but this is the fucking case for consuming media in general honestly, its such a simple thing

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>>25259603
>My favorite moment was when I rested my head on her chest while she gently stroked my hair, I stayed like that for probably close to ten minutes.

i can guarantee every single guy in life wants this, above all else

just reading this made me "god i wish that were me", thanks for sharing your experience though anon, this kind of tender, gentle non-sexual intimacy is really blessed

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>so the endgame of GFEfags is to become a forum for sharing prostitute stories
You know what, I can't even hate. At least when you hire an escort to do what you want you get the real thing for a while, while most fags /here/ want you to believe pouring money into ASMR girls and boys would be the same

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>>25274277
What is "the real thing"?
Sex? I don't care enough for that to be a deciding factor.
Attention and care? I've seen in real-time how much Neko cares and pays attention to her fans even when she doesn't know we're looking.
Connection? Nobody will ever be connected in this world. We're all utterly separate beings, experiencing all phenomena privately. Adding in a screen and an ocean between us isn't even another degree of separation, because our separation is already necessarily complete.
This is real and it's meaningful.