Proud to be an incel?

I’m pretty proud of where I am in life. Making six figures. Own my home free and clear, no mortgage, relatively healthy for middle age (except of course the occasional back pain and knee issues). I am in a high point in life compared to most Americans given the difficult times we live in.

I was frustrated almost to the brink of suicide because there was no female in the planet that would give me the time of day (I have a mild hand deformity and not what you call an attractive face). But I can truly say I am now proud that I have found success alone. Even surrounded by awful women.

I am truly self made. No support, no encouragement. Not even a kind word from the opposite sex. Just raw determination, hard work and anger.

Don’t let anyone tell you being angry and savagely bitter is always a bad thing. It’s not. You can aim that energy into something good. If you’re smart of course.

Either way I am ok now with the fact that I never know sex with a woman. I can live with that now.
Because I know the universal truth about women, even if they will never accept it. They care about looks, and looks only when it comes to sex. That’s cruel and savage. But it will never change.

It’s liberating. Not being in that rat race pursuit anymore.

No worries, when I am older and have nothing else to lose, I’ll probably get a few of them to pay. For the moment, I’ll just enjoy my Horchata Latte and my book.

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Anon Dating July 15, 2025 at 3:00 pm 2 0