Tyler Robinson

I cannot believe in universal morality because it takes away individual freedom. Lots of questions here - How does universal morality support my individual freedom? Which society has operated on universal morality when almost every society has used moral relativism to survive? Why is everyone opposed to moral relativism? Isn't Christianity already a great moral foundation for humanity? Aren't Christians moral people? What appears moral to you might not appear moral to me, how do you dispute this?

Is God real? Does God exists? Who is God?

I always needed someone to love me because I couldn't love myself. I never believed in self love because it appeared selfish to me. The real question is — how do you love yourself when you feel underappreciated in a community?

He then dropped me home and told me to not think much of it. At times I felt cared for. Because he did not kill me. He let me live. He even cared when I was dizzy and thirsty. The incident deeply traumatized me and I felt upset after that. I began to suffer panic and anxiety for days and I would keep to myself. I didn't want to be social or talk to anyone. Then on nights he would call me and talk to me the whole night. I was ill and mentally unstable. I was feeling numb and out of myself. I couldn't remember things and began suffering memory issues. It was as if I was just lost and had no track of time or awareness. There was zero awareness and I was living in a blur. I would wake up to eat something, then go back to sleep. My sleep schedule was out of whack.

I was in an inebriated state so I couldn't move my body. I was exhausted, tired and hurt from all the walking and running. He got up and left me alone for a while. Then I saw him coming back from the distance carrying rope in his hand and there was a shiny silvery object in his other hand. As he got closer I realized the shiny object was a big knife. He sat near my feet and began cutting the rope with the knife. He cut the rope into small pieces. He then threw the knife and it landed next to my body. He proceeded to tie my ankles with the rope. I was feeling hurt because it was so tight. Then he suddenly got on top of me. Then he looked into my eyes. I was in and out of consciousness. He began kissing me. I kept pushing him off. I pushed him hard with my hands and arms. I was struggling to get out of his grip.I grabbed the knife and kept shoving in into his face and he grabbed my hand really hard. He began smiling my hand was shaking and I couldn't get a grip on the knife, I dropped the knife and he immediately grabbed the knife and flung it far away. He then took his right hand and grabbed one one of my wrists. My wrists are tiny. So he reached for the other wrist and grabbed both of my wrists with his one hand. With his other hand he kept unzipping his pants. I could feel his penis on my body. He then inserted something into me. I felt something going inside. I raised my head to see what it was. It was a green bottle. I began moaning. After a while, I was feeling very thirsty. I told him that I needed some water. He got up and left. I was feeling weak. He came back with a water bottle. He gave me some water to drink. Then he got back on top of me. He began to choke me by placing his hands on my neck and tightening his grip. I began to feel dizzy.He then lifted me up, like made me sit back up. He placed me on his lap and kept rocking me back to consciousness. Then he asked me if I trust him. I said yes out of fear. He then hugged me tightly, extremely tight and began to feel my chest by pressing his chest against it. My heart was pounding. He then said that I was lying, that if I really trusted him, I wouldn't be shaking in fear and my heart wouldn't have been beating so fast. Then he whispered and told me that I should not lie to him.I asked him if he was going to kill me. He said no. I felt a bit relaxed when he said no. Then he untied my legs. Picked me up and carried me to his car. He placed me in the back of the car. I was exhausted and moaning and was half sleepy. He drove the car for a few minutes, maybe half an hour. I had no idea where he was going. He kept glancing back at me periodically during the time he was driving. Then he drove to a spot deep into a backroad of gravel and dirt and stopped. It was surrounding the edge of the forest park. He then got out of the car and got into the back and sat next to me. He caressed my face and told me everything would be alright. I asked him if he had raped me. He said that the only thing he did was kiss me. Then he got closer and pulled my face and began kissing my lips and gave me long kisses multiple times. I was completely frozen with fear because I thought he was about to rape me. I didn't protest, I thought protesting him might make him violent and aggressive so I kept quiet He then dropped me home and told me to not think much of it.

My Rape story Trigger warning.. If you're a victim of abuse, don't read this, it's not for you, it's for my venting. So.... I was at a party last week March. And my friends got some cocktail mocktail stuff. I was very thirsty because it's summer time the most cruel time for me. So drank what they gave me. There was a guy I had been familiar with whose name is Robson. (name changed for privacy). He was laughing with me, making some jokes. As the night went on, I was losing my sense of self. And I began to laugh and giggle wildly. Hazy memory. I'm still suffering. Then he kinda pulled my arm and gestured me to walk to his car. He told me that he will show me something. I kinda laughed and agreed to walk with him. He kept walking and dragging me by the arm and this continued for a long time. At some point I felt I was far away from the crowd that he had isolated me from. I could not see those people anymore. This guy Robson lived in the Beehive National Park. That's where all of this went down. He then dragged me by my arm and took me to his car. Once inside the car, he offered me a drink and I drank. I was too thirsty and tired from all the walking. I was sitting in the back of the car. He came to the back and began to touch me. He pushed me down on the seat and began to remove my clothes. I resisted and kept struggling my way out. I tried getting a grip on the door knob but my hands couldn't reach there so I kinda slid my body a bit upwards and now I could get a full grip of the handle, I turned it and the car door flung open because of the weight of my body. I got out with great difficulty but now my head was spinning. I began to walk and kinda run but slowly. I was tripping. So I tried running faster but my vision was blurry. When I ran I stumbled upon a tiny rock and kinda fell because of some obstacle.. He came behind me. I was on the ground, laying on my stomach. Hurt and tired. I could see his feet when I looked down at my feet. He had shoes. He was wearing a hoodie/like a blue Grey checkered flannel and a black shirt inside. I kept kicking his feet with my shoe in an attempt to frighten him. But my kicking was like bunny kicks, it had no impact on him and he seemed to be smiling back at me. I was nervous and my heart was pounding.Then he lifted me slowly by my arm and then took my whole body into his arms (like carrying someone). And took me back into the forest.I could see thick bushes, big trees and all leaves on the floor, it was dark in the night. I could barely see anything. Then he lay me on the floor of the forest. I could see flashes of light that illumined his face in the night. He then asked me if I needed something. My heart was still pounding. I gave him a blank stare.

This person is my friend. Or at least that's how they pretended to be. Now.. This person has many demons they will need to work on. One of the demons is inauthenticity and living a double life.They will always lead a double life 100%.They present only one side of the narrative - their side. Meanwhile completely sabotaging my side. This person managed to completely flip the script in their favor and made me the fall guy. They are the worst form of emotional vulture I have ever come across. M was a great man who came in my life and would have never wanted to hurt me. He was very caring and sweet to me. He was the best person in my life and the best boyfriend I had. Unfortunately we parted ways because I wasn't fully ready for a relationship at the time and I was dealing with stuff. Now this current friend is a horrible human being. They have shown me what evil and a demon look like. They are the personification of a demon, witch like features, deep eyes, long face. This person emotionally ravaged me to the point of self destruction. I have never experienced something so fatalistic and lethal in my life. I was deeply vulnerable with them without realizing that they were completely fake and shallow. I exposed all my secrets to them. I exposed my soul to them They are extremely extremely sweet in a way that cannot be considered as fake sweetness. They are able to act like a total angel while being a demon from within. They can take the veneer of a caring angel who pays attention to all the minor details of your life and comes back to either act protective or sympathizing. Their way of sympathizing are that of a leader. Like Barack Obama coming and telling you everything will be alright. When in reality nothing is gonna be alright even in the slightest They will show immediate care /concern, offer themselves up for helping, play the Samaritan/global peace campaigner /savior /humanitarian /ambassador of hope/soldier role. They pride themselves in this samaritan role. They act like your greatest ally, meanwhile being your greatest enemy in your shadows. The most shallowest human being I have ever come across. They are dull in the head but try to act smart. They are extremely careful about social image and reputation and curate it carefully, they do every thing to serve their convenience and agenda, they are deeply sociopathic, take pleasure in other's pain, even a standard abuser is better than them, because a standard abuser will at least have some basic concern for your safety. They will feed and clothe while abusing you at the same time. But they at least feed and clothe. But not this one. They will cause emotional dehydration. They will take every ounce of you while maintaining supernatural levels of intimacy and closeness. They will be so close that you might be tricked into believing they are you.

He wanted to rub my butthole. I like that.

I swear I swear I swear. The only guy I ever actually genuinely fell in love with was this Mormonish guy. I don't even know if he was a Mormon. But he talked about Mormons on our first conversation a lot. I guess his parents were kinda religious people, not sure if they were Mormon or not. I never thought I could fall in love with a religious guy or a son of religious parents. But what the heck??????? I fell in love with so many men. But never so madly as this guy. I think virgin guys have a special scent.

My best post so far on this forum. I got mad and gave my heart to it.

Why should low IQ even be a problem? Why this judgement? It's like saying that people with low IQ are inferior? I'm genuinely low IQ. Born low IQ. So? This thread is not just about race. It's also discussing IQ.. Does it make me unworthy in any way? I'm quirky, I'm creative, I've a good heart. Do these things not count? Why should I think I'm inferior to some high IQ person? Your discussion should not be about why certain race is inferior but why something is even considered inferior in the first place? The notion of inferiority itself must be challenged at its root. Because it's not about racism. It's about classism. It's about classifying humans on superiority and inferiority at its fundamental root, Black or no black. It's just wrong morally. You can't play God. Silly human. God gave me a lot of things that I'm blessed for even if I'm low IQ.. And I don't need to be made to feel bad or considered sub human for my IQ level because my IQ just doesn't matter. My soul matters. I'm above your silly judgement because God makes every child unique just like he made me. It's another matter that you can't respect God's creation.

The secret to taming a woman. The secret to taming a woman lies in maintaining her as a virgin, I mean not letting her have sex.. This is the ultimate technique . It will drive women crazy, not immediately but eventually. And then slowly sexualizing them, getting them horny, but still not giving them sex. They will begin to crave men very badly. It's like you keep them curious enough but don't give it to them. The female body is designed to be impregnated, it's fertile. By withholding sex you're causing a lot of chemical reactions and brain wirings that is manipulating her fertility and making her desperate for something that she shouldn't have to really beg for. But now you are making her beg. This does not involve sexual repression. Sexual repression does the exact opposite. It actually causes her to lose her sexual drive. She might even begin hating sex altogether What I suggested above is the opposite of sexual repression. What I'm suggesting is a form of sexual torture. Give but not give. Make her horny but also not give. This will drive her wild with wanting. Now she desires men much more This won't make her a slut.. But it will definitely train her to want men and receive men more lovingly.

Bimbo-ation I think virginity and sexual trauma is the perfect recipe for creating a bimbo. And in some ways that's what happened to me. I became a bimbo. On one hand I was completely deprived of sex because of my virginity oath. And on the other hand I experienced sexual aggression from men on different occasions. This became a fatal mix. Sexual trauma can sometimes cause a woman to become promiscuous. This is well known. The combination of promiscuity and deprivation made me into a bimbo and a sucker for men. I began to desire men 10,000 times more. I probably wouldn't have wanted men this bad if I weren't a virgin. Deprivation, no fap, zero sex, virginity does make you crave the opposite gender much more. You get hooked on to the opposite sex like chicken feathers to tar.

I can have sex just by imagination. My imagination is extremely powerful. So powerful that whatever I imagine actually becomes real. Like If I want I can imagine a penetration right now and I can actually begin to feel the penetration. To the point that I will begin to throb, my pussy will get wet, and I will violently squirt. I will feel fucked and experience soreness in my G spot. I can do this. I don't think many people can do this. I never had sex. So as a teen I had to invent ways to actually imagine sex in such a way that it would actually feel like sex.. That was a coping mechanism for being deprived of sex. You have to understand that I was also heavily sexually repressed. My mom wouldn't allow any talk about sex. I was raised like a MORMON. Any talk of sex was considered very displeasing It's not my fault that I was raised to think that sex was dirty and bad. My ex boyfriends had a role to play. Especially my second ex was a shamer. One day I brought up to him the subject of sex and he shamed me for it. He told me that I was being slutty. He began to talk about how women enjoy rape and he sent me a sex exploitation (sexploitation) movie that was terrible to watch. He sent me porn which showed abusive things done to women. It was disgusting. After that I never talked about sex. I just permanently shut up I derived the impression that talking about sex with men leads to being slut shamed and that way I never had sex. It was impossible to bring up sex. It felt terrible and awkward. Being a virgin was my decision. It was due to many things Following are the reasons why I decided to stay virgin and never had sex I could never tell my mom that I had sex. Having sex meant displeasing her and breaking a taboo My exes used to slut shame me so I never felt like bringing up sex I was raised like a Mormon For a long time I thought premarital sex was a crime. This was a heavily Christian belief I used to think that I should save myself for my man. The ultimate man. If I saved myself I would be considered worthy of his admiration. I used to slut shame myself a lot in my teens I don't regret it especially now. There was a intermediate time period in which I completely hated myself for being a virgin. It went from liking myself for being a virgin to hating myself for it and back to liking myself for it What changed! I seriously don't know. I think dating a virgin Mormon guy changed it. The first day I told I'm a virgin. His response wasn't bad. I expected him to have a terrible response like wtf kind of response. But he was calm. Like a Saint. Then he said - I don't see there's a problem with it. It's a good thing I guess. I guess at first he was terrified of saying anything that would make him feel like he will be called a slut shamer if he said that he only wanted a virgin. So. I guess he kinda held back a bit. He wouldn't be too open about it. So when I told him that I was a virgin, he probably felt a bit confident in being frank about how he felt. He probably thought that I wouldn't think bad of him. So he freely and indirectly admitted his appreciation for my virginity by saying -— it's not bad. That statement did it. It hit a raw nerve. For the first time I realized that men (like him) like virgins but don't openly say it out of fear of being considered a shamer. He was a young man yet he held very traditional views on women, very much like Andrew Tate but not bad stuff. In that moment I kinda felt appreciated,accepted, liked and valued for being a virgin, rather than shamed. I guess that moment made me start appreciating my virginity once again. And I stopped shaming myself for being a virgin

The secret to taming a woman.

This is so crazily similar to my experience. Only thing I have to replace the Phoenix with a snake. But just yesterday I was lucid dreaming and I saw an entity with extremely long dark hair, almost to their knees and it kept twisting its head from side to side, bending its head to the shoulder and then upright again, it felt evil, it kept saying to me - " I'll keep doing wrong things to you, but don't worry, you won't be dying, I'll stop short of just that so you don't lose your last breath, but till then have fun, I'll be torturing you, you're mine." I decided to name this entity Rooberstifin. They are terrifying.

What's your experience so far with entities and entity work? Have you come across any entity in dreams or waking state?

A woman's happiness is inversely proportional to a man's IQ. I have experienced this in real life. I'm being completely honest and sure about my observations. None of this is silly or a joke. The following are my beliefs regarding men. And they should be taken seriously. If they are taken seriously and applied, both men and women will be happy. At least a woman like me will be happy. The following is what I have observed after a lot of interacting/dating with men — When a man's IQ increases, a woman's happiness decreases. When a man's IQ decreases, a woman's happiness increases. When a man becomes rich, he starts taking women for granted and treats them badly When a man becomes poor, he craves a woman more and wants her to belong to him and tries to please her When a man is lazy, he is unattractive When a man works hard especially physically, he is more attractive When a man's EQ increases, a woman's happiness increases When a man's EQ decreases, a woman's happiness decreases In order to make women happy, Men should focus on Don't play video games. It makes you anti-woman Drink a little. Not too much. Drinking makes you love and desire women more Do physical labor. Work in the farm or anywhere Don't have high IQ.. Please Start writing poetry. It will make you love and desire women more Have high EQ. Higher EQ will make you like women a lot Don't be rich. Wealth ruins men. Men should not try to make too much money. It's like sin. It corrupts a man and makes him hate women.. Be open about sex with women. It makes you more attractive.

Why is it so difficult to get a man? Why can't men just surrender to all women? Why do men put all kinds of conditions on women? Do this. Do that. Look pretty. Be emotionally stable. Men are acting cruel.. Men should give their dick to everyone. I'm not even joking. Men need to stop being strict and drop their male pride and ego and start giving love to women more freely. Men should be trained to think with their dick. Everything is love. Men are getting too smart and it's becoming a problem.

I think this is what virginity has done to me. It has made me desperate for men. I think of men all the time. It's like if you do no fap, you want women even more badly. I just want abundant love of a man. I feel deprived without a man. I feel my life is meaningless without a man. I don't feel like improving myself without a man But if I marry or have a beautiful relationship with a man who is genuinely in love with me, it will make me feel loved, something that my mother didn't make me feel. I don't feel much motivation or interest in doing yoga or anything related to self development. My constant hunger is for sex with a wonderful faithful virgin man.. I want to belong to a man. My mind goes totally insane if I don't think about a man. It feels very hungry/thirsty and empty. It feels like my body parts are missing without a man. I just need a man to love me passionately and romantically.. I feel like I will get all the happiness in the world if I get a loving faithful virgin man.

Depends on the girl. Organic woman = turned off. Feminist woman = turned on.

Yea I'm a virgin and I am also a bit obsessed with virginity. Virginity means something special in my eyes. I like these Mormon guys. They are all virgins

I want to keep myself a pure virgin for a man that I think is ideal for me

I'm thinking about an entity. And I want to name it. Rooberstifin. Plural.

Ok back to myself. Back to being a loser virgin lol.