(((Martofel)))
Male feminists are creeps. It would be laughingly hypocritical if it weren’t so predictable. Many of them are sexually confused. A disproportionate number are ((())). All are low T.
At least this particular specimen of male feminist found the balls to fire all the deranged bitter cunts asking for his resignation after they discovered a Faceborg post in which he admitted to being a pervy creep (according to the male feminist definition of pervy creep).
“We’ve all either faced this firsthand, seen it, heard a firsthand account of it, or are guilty of it ourselves,” Martofel wrote in the the post. “I’m someone who’s guilty of it. I’ve grinded up on women on buses and at concerts without their consent. I’ve made out with ‘the drunk chick’ at a party because it was easier. I’ve put a woman’s hand on my dick while she was sleeping.”
Why are creepy male feminists so often guilty of the very perverted sexual harassment that they posture against? There’s the “a good offense is the best defense” theory. It could be psychological projection (accuse others of the perversions you indulge). Or it’s a political calculation: socially approved opinions can shield a creep from the discovery process.
My take is more fundamental: Male feminists are lsmv. They look weird, have revolting personalities, or both. They have never gotten the cute girl-next-door, and they seethe with resentment. They can’t compete head-on with Gentile Chads, so they resort to male feminism as a sneaky fucker strategy in the hopes of ingratiating themselves with bluehaired freaks and tatted skanks who might one day make the mistake of throwing the male feminist a pity fuck. When the male feminist doesn’t even get that consolation prize, he’s one step from lifelong incel, and this fear and rage drives him to acts of perversion to claim some measure of sexual respite from and control over the very women he martyrs as victims of patriarchal oppression.
The Western sexual market has never been more broken than it is now.