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White Women Caught Plotting How To Bag Black Athletes🤤

“Use Throat spray, Do Any & Everything.” Go Completely WILD ON HIM IN BED!

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Disclaimer: This article is, of course, meant for everyone except all MAGA juveniles below the age of 33. The good age, the Jesus age.

Amen.

There are a lot of strange types of men in this world, more specifically the JD Vance types: Men who look like they’ve never been made to cum hard in a type of consensual encounter with a woman that was more likely than not to released the Hillbilly from it’s Elegy and for his sake, have his eyeliner bled out on a fresh, crested pillowcase in a way that made it look like some sort of forensic chalk on a Rorschach test.

We’re talking involuntary muscle spasms that persisted for days.

JD Vance has apparently tried to reach those heights on his own with a leather couch, and probably on THE leather couch, with little success. Obviously. He has recently discovered, however, that it was only after he’d achieved a certain social standing that he was able to meet a woman who signalled to him in front of thousands that she was willing to take him over the edge, both mentally and physically.

That woman, who turned out to be Charlie Kirk’s fresh widow, later went on a media blitz and called it her signature ‘god bless you hug’ — as in a sacred taboo? Boy, didn’t JD get excited!

He’s never stopped tweeting to overcompensate for that horrible biomechanical obstacle, though(his hanging gut) that was unnecessarily increasing the distance between their pelvic bones that day, leaving Erika with no other choice but to stand on her tippy toes, dig her talons into the back of his head in order to thrust her pelvic bone flash against his from an angle.

Sigh. These JD types look like pure manual labor.

Why would anyone have a hanging gut knowing full well that it’s a potential obstruction for a missionary on their way to spreading the gospel? These are the same types of people who wouldn’t understand why the missionary would have been looking for a place to lie down, flash, and get right to business, sharing the gooey news, but I digress.

All hope is not lost, though. JD was able to shed that stupid gut. I’m literally rooting for him.

Scientists have told us for decades that sexual desire is one of the strongest evolutionary motivators for self-improvement and can override years of poor eating habits. They also insist that cardiovascular endurance and core strength end up being a direct investment that goes into preparing for being in certain places, including on stage and backstage at a TPUSA event.

I must admit at this very late hour that I was first publicly kissed by a white woman. In college. Although I didn’t enjoy it at all. All I ever thought about since that day was how glad I was that I was not a man.

It wasn’t a shared kiss or anything because the way it happened is she reached over, grabbed the back of my head, and proceeded to pin me to the wall behind us. The next thing I felt was lots of teeth on my lips, followed by my tongue being vacuumed out of my mouth, for a good few seconds, before I gently but firmly pulled away.

It was clumsy.

How that came to be was my fault, actually. It happened at one of the parties that I used to throw at my off-campus apartment, back in college, where my two guy friends routinely invited all sorts of rats from our year. Moments before I got bitten, I had just completed a dare to kiss a guy who turned out to be the girl’s love interest.

I later learned that all that biting was in vain, because things never quite worked out for the pair.

Exactly 3 years later, the first episode of the TV Show The Handmaid’s Tale would air, confirming exactly why I had stayed away from dating throughout college, having worked it out in my mind, being the realist that I believe I am, that I would be completely useless for certain types of men who I felt were looking for someone like them 👆🏽in me.

For those who don’t know, The Handmaid’s Tale follows the lives of a bunch of women who are forced into a religious structure of sexual servitude for the benefit of powerful men in a place called Gilead. In the drama, we meet June, a woman who ends up using her own sexuality and the rigid desires of this one commander in Gilead to secure her own power and ‘freedom’ inside that system.

June is not chosen for her conventional beauty: The commander is entirely addicted to the thrill of her willing participation. June realizes that the only leverage she has is the desire this commander and a certain spy inside Gilead have for her.

By feeding their egos and letting them believe she is falling for both of them, she gains access to information, forbidden items, and safety that no other handmaid in Gilead has.

She quickly learns that performing affection and being sexually diligent to these men makes them malleable. The narrative also draws a sharp line between forced sexuality and chosen intimacy and highlights how differently she sexually responds to both. I’m telling you right now, consent is everything.

Enter Black D1, athletes.

White women are rumored to be the gatekeepers of virtue and modesty. Lol! From what I have observed, I’m convinced that there has to be something special about the perception of them ‘shedding’ those expectations of modesty to reveal their raw, unbridled passion, especially to men of other races.

I am of the opinion that a lot of white men tend to take them for granted, especially those smelly, hanging gut MAGAs who’ve also gotten into a habit of voting against their very interests.

I truly believe that every woman has that side to them that they’ll unsuppress and unmute for the ‘right’ person, but nothing does it quite like sustained financial generosity, unfortunately. I still think it’s truly special when it happens.

Most athletes, like JD, come from modest backgrounds and would have suddenly come into money and status. What they yearn for more than anything at that stage of their lives is to have their egos stroked by a woman of their dreams in a concocted fantasy of mutual desire. Make no mistake, they don’t have a ‘type.’ The more willing the woman is to release and manage his bottled-up carnal desires, the better.

Auditions for the job are constantly happening before he meets the professional.

How he’ll know that he’s met the professional is that she’ll show up with two years’ worth of throat spray in their purse, as indicated in the leaked group coaching text messages. Two years is about the time when draft day rolls around, and is the day they get to choose how they won the lottery: through marriage, childbirth, or divorce. It’s a tale as old as time.

Many future generations of men of all races, who are not yet born right now, are already biochemically hooked to such consensual professional services that they’ll assume were being provided for free, the same way they, as professional D1 athletes, will play for free?!? Lol! It’s the gaslighting for me.

They, too, will not know what hit them.

Believe me when I say that there are no ‘lessons’ for the men to ‘learn’ here. None. And if there are any, there’s an old proverb that says, ‘knowledge is lost between the legs of a woman.’

Anyway, when these unspoken contracts are violated somehow through unbearable cheating or the guy being unable to make the draft, things get rough quickly, almost as if these women were working for a bunch of men who never cared whether they lived or died, because I’ve always assumed it was certainly the case, the other way around.

The silver lining to it all, though, is that these girls look the part, and from what I see, hear, and read, they do a mighty fine job cleansing the patriarchal ranks of would-be weak leaders. It’s a shame that people like JD, Trump, and Miller managed to swim right through what I assume is a size-sensitive sieve. All I’m saying is, imagine what would happen if these ladies started to cast their nets on the conservative side of size.

Mmhh, if wishes were horses … I bet they’d go broke too. What a bad deal these MAGAs are, even for a scavenger.