Your world is so small. How on earth do you fit?

Things of the flesh bore me incredibly now more so than ever. Seeing woman rely so heavily on their ability to ensnare & consume unknowing victims & use it as a stake to claim some form of power bores me even more. I mean, is that what we're really here for? To eat men? To be cannibals? To turn this into a competition of who is the strongest?

I mean, for fucks sake what is a Female King if not a sorry doppleganger of an already failed system?

"Women who want what men have know nothing of ambition"

The whole stereotype is just as tedious as the disastrous ideology that is feminism. The entire affair is just sickeningly redundant, but their entire existence is born in it, their sense's of Self are engrained in the slope of their breasts or the sexual desire they give birth to in the opposite sex, it's all so dreadfully limiting to me.

Why? What for? What purpose does this all serve?

Your Spirit is unisex.

It is just another Will to Power, just another form of ultimate weakness. If you cannot find strength in any other manner outside of oppressing others than it simply reflects your own barrenness in that regard.

You mock the prisoners by shackling yourself to them.

I do not know why they believe that they will get away with all of their unnecessary antics, their spiritual murders, their intentional emasculations, as though they think karma will overlook them because they wield a vagina, because they can at any point stand up & play the victim, but that is only when you work from an understanding that the system already in place is what is supposed to be in power.

You fight a stereotype based on massive & cavernous rampaging misconception & instead of perhaps trying to find an existence outside of the limitations they have given to you, you, well intentioned of course, turn their label into another weapon to use against them.

It's really just a matter of the lust to power the lust to power begets.

The strong oppress the weak, the weak oppress the strong, but when on earth will it all end?

Perhaps I find this all too difficult to understand because to put it simply, I grew out of this, I realized that these games held no true fulfillment, that in working under their definitions of me, I destroyed me. I suppose I truly am blessed in regards to the development of my body, I was by all means a late bloomer, so I had far more years to exist outside of that horrific stereotype men so easily push us into as soon as we become "desirable".

I am not limited by the box, because my mind did not develop underneath it's constraints.

My body is fairly androgynous & so most often than not it has been my spirit that has intoxicated those who sought me, never my breasts or my curves, my physiology was perhaps an extra, there has always been something about "Me". Not my body. I can say it's because I'm beautiful but the world is full of beautiful women, who very clearly never have the effect on men I at times seem to.

If I so choose to.

But again, I find it all very unnecessary. In these "cannibalistic" antics you force yourself to draw a line, to differentiate yourself from your "prey" & then your mind from your body. You need not speak, you need to express any sort of psychological ability, just flash some cleavage in the right dress & that's that.

Doesn't that bore you?

You're simply a piece of meat, there is no true power in that. You reign over complete morons, there is no honor in such.

A Female King to be sure.

But what dignity is there in what you so eagerly choose to rule?

There is no challenge, no battle, no fight.

Everything is an illusion. This great war you claim to wage, is an illusion.

We are all created by the same God.

There is no difference underneath our epidermis, the same fire lights us all.

Is this not unnecessary?

Is this not the epitome of superfluity?

Redundancy, my cup runneth over.

Zion knows no sex, no color, no difference between our lights.
This is the world I live in.
This is the peace I seek.