The nature of being female - Part Two

During the course of the next few weeks my future Husband explained more and more about the nature of being a female. As well as His own wise words i also did a lot of soul-searching and thinking and read as much as i could on the subject.

And the conclusion i came to, partly with His help, partly what i discovered in my researches and partly just by thinking, was that i as a woman, a female, a girl, was the weaker sex and not simply weaker but also inferior. Simply BECAUSE i was female.

All the propaganda about equality and rights and special privileges and how men were male chauvinists and sexist pigs if they didn't treat me like that was wrong.

We're certainly physically weaker than Men; there are far fewer (even proportionate to population and in the West at least with not just equal opportunities but even special favours given to us) scientists, engineers, doctors and businesswomen.

We've got smaller brains than Men and we're less adept at skilful tasks and we find it harder to focus and concentrate and multitask than Men.

All these things are relevant and reinforced my growing sense of inferiority. But it wasn't just that ever since my rape i'd learned to become addicted to rough sex and to be sexually submissive. It was more than just the sexual aspect of my growing awareness of my own inferiority that struck me.

i am a female and that means - though it took me a few months of fighting against the idea - that i am a lesser being than a man. i am a second-class citizen and always will be. Because of my birth and my gender i am destined by nature to be an entirely inferior being simply BECAUSE i am female. In and of myself i have NO purpose in life; my whole raison d'etre is to be used by Men and to serve and please them. That and that alone is the sole purpose of my existence.

This truth took me a while to grasp but now i feel it in every fibre of my body, in every nerve cell of my mind, in every vessel carrying blood through my heart. Most of all i feel this truth within my cunt.

When i'm fucked by a Man i feel utterly fulfilled and it's as if that makes me feel worthwhile and happy. And i've learned that this feeling is no accident. Apparently our cunt (science has discovered) has a direct connection to our brains and so when our cunt is happy we are happy. So every time i'm fucked i'm happy.

And since more scientific research has shown (i'll dig out and post the link) that if a female is raped she will experience orgasm and since when i orgasm it's the whole centre of the universe it's obvious that being raped is BETTER sex than just being fucked - let alone 'made love to.'

And my submissive nature is natural and instinctive and it fills my whole body and mind and heart and soul but of course most of all it traces back to its natural source - my cunt. When a Man uses my cunt He is making me serve my natural function and purpose in life.

It is my cunt, the gaping hole between my legs, that defines me and governs my whole existence. Because i have a cunt i was born for one purpose and one purpose only - to serve Men.

My cunt was made to be used by Men for their pleasure and in its use by them i find the highest pleasure a female can ever hope to experience. When i am not being raped i long for the power, the force, the dominating thrust and penetration of an erect cock using my cunt. The whole nature of my existence, my whole identity, is simply and solely defined by my cunt and its whole function and purpose is to be used by a Man for His pleasure.

And i've said already that rape is the only REAL sex; that rape gives you orgasms you can hardly ever get just with being fucked; that rape also reinforces my own sense of inferiority, of service, of being simply an object to be used.

So what IS the nature of being a female?

Put simply it means - to have a cunt.

It is my cunt that defines me, makes me inferior, forced by my own inner nature to serve.

A cunt is made to be fucked, raped, used, penetrated, hurt and whored out for Men to use for their pleasure. To be female is to have a cunt and to be no more than a cunt to be used by Men, to serve them, to try to please them, to receive pain at their hands, to be humiliated, compelled to obey and to have no will of your own.

A female is simply an object for Men's use, a servant to try to make His life better, a slave with the whole essence of her being simply to direct all her thoughts, will, emotions and actions towards His pleasure. Everything we do or say should be intended to give pleasure to Men.

And what is it that makes us all that? Simply because we are BORN inferior with inferior genital equipment and inferior bodies.

We are female; we are weak, stupid, born to serve and born to be used by Men.

Instead of a Manly cock and balls i have only tits and a cunt to offer.

It is my tits and especially my cunt that defines me and makes me what i am.

However hard i try to deceive myself my body knows the truth.

i am female, born with a cunt, and as a result of that born to serve Men, to please Men and be used by them.

That is what defines me and gives me my purpose in life.

The Nature of being female

Over the course of the last 32 years I've often asked myself what it is that defines a woman. What makes us female, feminine or whatever other word you want to use to describe those of us who are not males.

And of course being a woman - being a girl - being female - defines every aspect of our life and is the fundamental basis of my identity. I have no choice in the matter; I was born female and I have to live with the consequences of that for the rest of my life.

Of course I thought about what it meant to be, first, a girl and then, as I became a teenager, what it meant to be a woman. It seemed obvious that the feminist propaganda was right and that the main differences between us and men were cultural rather than biological.

I believed not only that men and women were equal but that I was as good as any man; I believed I was entitled to equal pay, equal opportunity, an equal say in things with men, equal rights, that it was MY body and MY choice was to do with it and that my vagina was something to be looked on with honour and respect as the channel through which life entered the world.

Well on one level of course we CAN do nearly everything a man can; there ARE female scientists, engineers, politicians, businesswomen and so on. Maybe (even in the West) the proportion of them is small but I used to think that was purely down to male prejudice against women.

But I was wrong.

How did I begin to question the ideas of feminism? Well, it started when I was 18 years old. I still have trouble writing about the whole shebang (even thinking about it is painful in many ways) but basically it began when I was raped.

And that single act - actually a whole weekend during which I was repeatedly raped by a man who got me drunk and abducted me - led to the beginning of my awakening.

There were so many levels on which my rape made me question my feminist beliefs. To begin with when I looked back at it I realised that I had been largely responsible for what happened to me. I'd been drinking, flirting with the young man, talking dirty and was dressed in a sexually provocative way. I'd more or less given him the green light for sex and then I'd held back at the last minute to tease him. It was as if I felt that being female gave me power over him.

So when I thought back about my rape I saw that if I had behaved differently it wouldn't have happened and that made me feel very guilty.

Because i was honest enough to admit to myself that i'd behaved badly and that my own behaviour had largely led to my rape i began to question the feminist dogma that rape is always the man's fault and never the woman's.

i realised we had a responsibility to behave properly and if we didn't then bad things might happen to us and so we had a duty to act responsibly.

That in itself marked a change in my attitudes but another aspect of my rape shook me to the core and led me towards a feeling of self-loathing and shame that has never really left me. Although for the last eight years i've accepted it more because i understand things better now - not only myself but the true role of females within society and in terms of sexuality - but the feeling of shame and self-contempt remains and will never leave me.

What shook me rigid and made me agonise for years is how i reacted when i was raped.

i orgasmed, i came, i was aroused by and responded to my rape!

That led to six years of self-contempt, self-hatred and shame. What was wrong with me? Was i a depraved slut who enjoyed being raped? Was i mentally ill to have found sexual pleasure in my rape?

It wasn't until i met my future Husband when i was 24 years old that He explained things to me and suddenly it all made sense for the first time. He made me realise that not only was i to blame for my rape (i'd already understood that for the six previous years) but that i'd positively WANTED to be raped and had set out to engineer the situation so that i WOULD be raped.

This came as a blinding revelation to me. At the time i was convinced that the last thing i'd wanted to happen was to be raped and yet acually that was EXACTLY what i'd wanted!

Another lightbulb went off in my head when i asked Him - rather embarrassed - why it was that when i'd been raped i'd orgasmed. He laughed at that question and told me the answer was obvious. i told Him it wasn't obvious to me and could He explain it because i still couldn't understand it even after six years of thinking about it.

When He told me WHY it was i came it was suddenly blindingly clear and logical. He said three things all of which made perfect sense to me and explained everything.

The first was an elaboration of the fact that i'd obviously WANTED to be raped. He said that the fact that i orgasmed through being raped proved three things - that i'd WANTED to be raped, that i'd ENJOYED being raped and that i'd CONSENTED to being raped.

i'd already accepted that i'd really wanted to be raped and that i must have enjoyed it or i wouldn't have cum like i did but the idea that i'd actually CONSENTED to the rape threw me completely and i asked Him to explain it to me.

He laughed and said, think, donna. What happened when you were raped is that you came. The mere fact that you HAD an orgasm when you were raped PROVES that you DID consent to it. The mind can lie but the body always tells the truth. And your body said just one thing - please rape me.

The whole idea that rape was something i'd actually consented to threw me at first but once again it made perfect sense. Suddenly i saw things more clearly and i recognised that i'd behaved appallingly. IN spite of the fact that my bad attitudes and bad behaviour meant that i'd DESERVED to be raped as a punishment i'd also got tremendous sexual pleasure out of it.

When i asked Him to explain how it was that i'd got sexual pleasure out of being raped He laughed again and told me i'd been brainwashed by feminist propaganda Just being fucked isn't enough, He said. All that crap about love and tenderness and consent is just bullshit. You might have been fucked, He told me, but what you had when you got fucked wasn't REAL sex. RAPE is the ONLY real sex there is.

i was dumbfounded but yet again it all made perfect sense to me. Rape was REAL sex and just being fucked was play acting. And as for 'making love' he was totally scornful about that.

At that point in our discussions He got into deeper stuff about what it means to BE female and how a REAL Man thinks and behaves. It was shocking, fascinating and enlightening all at once. My head was spinning as all the feminist beliefs i'd held were being blown away with simple logic. It was a devastating but exhilarating experience and at last i slowly began to grasp the truth.

But because this post is already too long i'll put the killer punch in part two!

The nature and purpose of a cunt

The nature and purpose of a cunt

The word cunt has several different meanings in the philosophy of Male Truth

Its first and most obvious meaning is the female genitals. A girl's twat or what feminists call her vagina or pussy.

Its second most common meaning is to refer to an unpleasant person - 'you cunt!' - or a stupid one - 'you stupid cunt!' The way in which both stupidity and nastiness are intimately associated with the female genitals is no accident.

As Francis Grose put it in his 'Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue' a cunt is 'a nasty name for a nasty thing.'

So a cunt is not only the gaping hole between a girl''s legs but also the source of her stupidity, bad attitudes and bad behaviour.

That's why masculist philosophers and psychologists recognise cuntishness as being not only a general female disposition to be stupid, think wrongly and behave badly but as being a specific form of mental illness and one that is almost always associated with psychopathic attitudes and behaviour.

So what exactly IS cuntishness? It's two things really, separate but one deriving from the other.

The first and most primitive meaning of cuntishness is that it consists in simply being born with a cunt.

As the founder of Male Truth His Majesty Femboss put it in his famous 'cuntito' principle: 'because a female HAS a cunt she IS a cunt.'

So simply BECAUSE we're born female we're all born with a cunt and therefore we ARE all cunts.

The second and more complex definition of cuntishness is that HAVING a cunt leads to girls adopting certain types of attitude and behaviour that are inherently anti-social.

The natural and inherent cuntishness of us girls has of course been made much worse by the terrible effects of two hundred years of feminist propaganda, miseducation and anti-male laws brought in under its influence. Because feminism not only elevates females to a special and privileged place in society simply BECAUSE they have a cunt but also positively ENCOURAGES girls to adopt cuntish attitudes and to behave in a cuntish way, Femboss (one of His many reforms in language and thinking) rechristened feminism as 'cuntism.'

Cuntism stands for a culture of entitlement and special treatment based on nothing more than the fact that females HAVE a cunt. It's against nature and it promotes conflict betweenthe genders when what we need is harmony and balance.

So let's go back to basics. What exactly IS the purpose of a cunt?

One obvious purpose is for us girls to piss out of it. In that sense a cunt is functioal so does have a practical application.

What are the other functions of a cunt? Unlike other female animals cunts don''t come into heat but can be fucked both at any time of year and without pregnancy being the only goal of the male.

Basically us girls have cunts so we can be fucked whenever men want to fuck us. As with our tits we have a cunt NOT for our own pleasure but for the pleasure of men

Another purpose of a cunt is to carry men's life-giving spunk inside us and fertilise our eggs. Once again we are passive vessels receiving men's gift of life and so once more our cunt is there to serve MEN and NOT ourselves.

In every aspect of life nature shows that the whole purpose of us HAVING a cunt is to serve MEN and for our cunt to be used by them.

So, as with our tits, our cunt is a part of our body that is primarily designed to give pleasure to men.

Trying to elevate something that is meant to be USED by men and to SERVE them into something that somehow mysteriously gives cunts mystical 'rights' and 'entitlements' is a total perversion of nature.

Our cunts were meant to be used by men and to give them pleasure and NOT the other way around!

Why do girls have tits?

Why do us girls have tits? Of course people (especially feminists) say it's because they produce milk to nourish our kids but then why are female tits so much bigger than they are in any other species?

It's our tits, like our cunt, that define us as female, feminine. They're not just a functional part of us to suckle our kids but a deliberately exaggeratedly erogenous part of our bodies.

To put it more bluntly we have tits BECAUSE men find them sexy and if they like our tits they're more likely to fuck us.

And in general (within reason) men prefer us to have BIG tits rather than small ones.

That's not saying they want us to be fat slags - only a minority of men like us like that - but they certainly don't find the stick insect type of girl attractive on the whole.

Now let's look at how a girl's tits impact upon her. They are a large area of fat and weight on our body that we have to carry around constantly.

And of course the bigger her tits are the heavier they are and the more uncomfortable they are for a girl to have to carry around all the time.

But that fact alone should tell us something crucial and important about our body.

We don't have tits for purely functional reasons; still less do we have them for our own pleasure.

If anything our tits are a burden on us.

So why do we have them? And why should we want bigger tits? (I wish mine were bigger but at least after three children I've managed to become a 36C size.)

The answer of course is blindly obvious particularly when you look at them in the light of the philosophy of Male Truth.

Our tits are NOT for our pleasure - they're for MEN'S pleasure. It's our job to carry our tits around,  to have Men commenting on them, lusting after them, groping them, tit-fucking them and even hurting them. Men have fun with our tits and we just get all the disadvantages - the awkwardness, the leering, the criticism, the handling and the pain.

So in a way our tits are a metaphor of femaleness/femininity; they were given to us for Men's pleasure and we have to just accept the burden they impose on us in order to give Men pleasure.

Like everything in life even the design of our bodies was meant to give Men pleasure.

Difficult questions

This is an aspect of things I haven't talked about before. Not in public anyway. When i started to think about it lately i realised what a difficult issue it is.

Some of it's come out of some IM conversations I've had lately and some of it out of talking to my daughter about sex over the last couple of years. She'll be 13 next year and so i guess it's inevitable that mum has to answer some awkward questions.

But what makes it harder is when you're not sure of the answers yourself. For example she asked me about rape. Well, as it happens it was BECAUSE i was raped that she came into the world and i've NEVER regretted having my eldest girl.

So when my daughter asks me 'is rape wrong?' it's hard for me to answer because of course UNLESS i'd been raped i wouldn't have had my beautiful eldest daughter, would i?

If i said to her, yes, rape IS wrong i'd be more or less wishing she hadn't been born, wouldn't i?

On the other hand if i said no, rape isn't wrong then i might be leading her into danger.

So i'm confused about what i should say to her.

And t gets even weirder when she asks me how i FELT after being raped.

i mean, it's just impossible for me to give her an HONEST answer that makes much sense.

Sure, i can say at the time i thought i didn't want it to happen.

Yes, i can say he hurt me, humiliated me and left me feeling worthless.

Yes, i can say i was scared, thought he might kill me and was a bundle of nerves for months later.

But how can i say i ENJOYED what happened to me? (Because i DID!)

How can i say it was the BEST sex i've ever had and it turned me on big time?

How can i say i CAME from being raped; i had an orgasm BECAUSE i was being raped?

How can i say i LOVED being used with no thought for my feelings?

How can i say i LOVED being treated with total contempt and humiliated in the worst way?

How can i say i LOVED being tied up, gagged, fucked in all three of my holes, beaten and forced to do all kinds of painful and degrading things?

So i suppose the question is - even if you assume that maybe i'm just a sick degraded slut who gets off on being treated like shit - how the hell do i explain things to my daughter?

Especially as i want her to go on loving and respecting me.

Any ideas?

My newest blog

Because I've often been asked about my life experiences I've decided to start a brand new blog where I'll write about them.

It's called 'Donna's Journey to Enlightenment' and the url is:

http://donnasjourneytoenlightnment.blogspot.co.uk/

It begins of course with my 'road to Damascus moment' - my rape at 18 years old and how it began to open my eyes to what I really was and what the proper relationship between men and women was.

Please check it out and comment!

I'll keep this blog going for my more philosophical posts on society and so on.

The culture of entitlement

Once upon a time us girls were happy to be taken care of by a man. He was the head of the household and what he said went. Then we got brainwashed by the feminists and suddenly we thought that we were as good as he was.

Before long they were even telling us that we were BETTER than him.

All our former DUTIES like being a good wife and mother went right out of the window.

Suddenly instead of having DUTIES we had RIGHTS.

OK, at first we went along with that but then rights turned into privileges and the next thing we know privileges had become ENTITLEMENTS.

Suddenly us girls were ENTITLED to every fucking thing we wanted and to hell with the guys if they dared to object or even question our demands.

Needs turned into wants and wants into whims, fads and in the end total self-centred indulgence.

Bad behaviour by girls became the norm; respect, consideration, duty, you name it all went down the pan faster than you could say 'whoa!'

One time us girls knew what our proper place in the world was.

Then the feminists started trying to make us all equal.

NOW it seems that just because we're female we need to be treated SPECIAL.

We are supposed to demand everything we want, keep on looking out for more things to demand and basically act like total self-centred spoilt brats.

Well, that's what the culture of entitlement means.

We're 'entitled' to anything we want just because we're female!

That's the sad state of things in the world these days.

The sooner we go back to doing what's RIGHT and to thinking about our DUTIES in the word rather than about our 'entitlements' the better place the world will be!