She feels that if you love her, you will read her mind.
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Sunday, December 14, 2025
How My Father Sees Me as a Single Man
Today I argued with my eighty one year old father.
My father and mother separated when I was four. I lived with my unstable mother until the age of ten, then moved to Europe to live with my retired grandparents until I was fourteen. When I returned to America, I was told my father had been found. My mother had hidden us from him, poisoning my mind with hatred toward him, and I believed her.
Years later, my mother's behavior became unbearable. I moved in with my father, but the hate I had been taught still lived in me, through no fault of his own. I graduated high school, left for college, quit, and got my own apartment while working for my father. I still carried the same resentment.
Eventually my father remarried and had two sons. No one pushed me aside, but I felt like an outsider in his new family. So I left and never looked back.
Sixteen years later, I reconnected with my brothers on Facebook, leading to a tearful reunion. By that time I was divorced, and I understood my father better. The hate had disappeared, somewhere after my mother's death.
Over the years I visited my father, stepmother, and brothers regularly. But every visit came with the same questions from him:
"How's your love life?"
"Any new romances?"
"Anyone new in your life?"
"Met anyone at work?"
"I married at forty six, there's still hope for you."
"Your grandfather married at fifty three, there's still hope for you."
"My tenant thinks you're good looking."
Every single visit was one of those same lines. It wore me down. Eventually my older half brother joined in with his own lectures. I shrugged it off for years until one day, walking through a mall, my father asked again. I snapped.
"What's with the questions? Do you think I'm gay? What's wrong with me? What do you want me to do to make you happy?" I shouted, making it clear that I was single and staying that way.
The very next day, he asked again. It was like he had not heard a word I said.
When I got home, I sent him several of my articles and followed with a text:
Maybe one day you and Billy will stop calling me gay."
He told me not to be ridiculous. I told him straight, the lectures and hints hurt me. I did not care what his tenant thought of me. I was done being poked at. You cannot keep pushing a tiger and not expect it to bite.
I reminded him that I had already been with enough psychotic girlfriends who saw me only as a provider. I was not going back to that insanity. Yes, I know the tired line, "Not all women are like that," followed by the accusation that it is my fault for picking them. My answer is simple. I will not pick them anymore.
I cut out people who nag me about being single. I do not want to have to cut out my father. I have been with too many women. I only wanted one. I am not jumping back into the fire. Women with multiple children from multiple men, with histories of abortions and STDs, are not for me. Entitled women who expect the world from me have no place in my life. I was not put here to be a woman's meal ticket.
He said he would not mention it again. I told him please, keep that promise.
Later I apologized for blowing up, explaining that it is a sensitive subject for me. He accepted my apology. I told him I value the time we have together and do not want it to end. He told me it ends when he passes on, and that I will still have my siblings and his wife. I told him there will be time.
My father and mother separated when I was four. I lived with my unstable mother until the age of ten, then moved to Europe to live with my retired grandparents until I was fourteen. When I returned to America, I was told my father had been found. My mother had hidden us from him, poisoning my mind with hatred toward him, and I believed her.
Years later, my mother's behavior became unbearable. I moved in with my father, but the hate I had been taught still lived in me, through no fault of his own. I graduated high school, left for college, quit, and got my own apartment while working for my father. I still carried the same resentment.
Eventually my father remarried and had two sons. No one pushed me aside, but I felt like an outsider in his new family. So I left and never looked back.
Sixteen years later, I reconnected with my brothers on Facebook, leading to a tearful reunion. By that time I was divorced, and I understood my father better. The hate had disappeared, somewhere after my mother's death.
Over the years I visited my father, stepmother, and brothers regularly. But every visit came with the same questions from him:
"How's your love life?"
"Any new romances?"
"Anyone new in your life?"
"Met anyone at work?"
"I married at forty six, there's still hope for you."
"Your grandfather married at fifty three, there's still hope for you."
"My tenant thinks you're good looking."
Every single visit was one of those same lines. It wore me down. Eventually my older half brother joined in with his own lectures. I shrugged it off for years until one day, walking through a mall, my father asked again. I snapped.
"What's with the questions? Do you think I'm gay? What's wrong with me? What do you want me to do to make you happy?" I shouted, making it clear that I was single and staying that way.
The very next day, he asked again. It was like he had not heard a word I said.
When I got home, I sent him several of my articles and followed with a text:
Maybe one day you and Billy will stop calling me gay."
He told me not to be ridiculous. I told him straight, the lectures and hints hurt me. I did not care what his tenant thought of me. I was done being poked at. You cannot keep pushing a tiger and not expect it to bite.
I reminded him that I had already been with enough psychotic girlfriends who saw me only as a provider. I was not going back to that insanity. Yes, I know the tired line, "Not all women are like that," followed by the accusation that it is my fault for picking them. My answer is simple. I will not pick them anymore.
I cut out people who nag me about being single. I do not want to have to cut out my father. I have been with too many women. I only wanted one. I am not jumping back into the fire. Women with multiple children from multiple men, with histories of abortions and STDs, are not for me. Entitled women who expect the world from me have no place in my life. I was not put here to be a woman's meal ticket.
He said he would not mention it again. I told him please, keep that promise.
Later I apologized for blowing up, explaining that it is a sensitive subject for me. He accepted my apology. I told him I value the time we have together and do not want it to end. He told me it ends when he passes on, and that I will still have my siblings and his wife. I told him there will be time.
TheXYGhost 052
Her: My boyfriend does not know how to make me happy.
TheXYGhost : Next time date Bozo the Clown.
TheXYGhost : Next time date Bozo the Clown.
Saturday, December 13, 2025
TheXYGhost III 348
Broke men dress rich to impress women. Rich men act poor to test women.
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TheXYGhost II 348
If you are strong enough for her liking, you will evade her attacks she plots against you.
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Women Say They Have It so Hard
Most modern women are drunk on their own perceived power. They walk around as if the world owes them something simply for existing. But women worked long before the 1960s, and they did it without complaining, without expecting applause, without demanding the world rearrange itself around their whims. They married in their late teens, had children, and still kept house to a standard modern women would collapse under in a week.
My grandmother was a maid in New York City while my grandfather worked the docks. When he came home, she scrubbed his back in the bathtub. She shopped, cleaned the house, and did laundry by hand, neatly and precisely, then ironed every shirt and pair of pants with a heavy cast iron she heated on the stove. She washed dishes and scrubbed toilets both at work and at home. She sewed by hand and on a pedal powered machine. She patched clothes when they tore.
My grandfather cooked because he enjoyed it. When he was in the Army during World War II, my grandmother worked two and sometimes three jobs while cooking, cleaning, and raising two children on her own for two years. No fast food. No instant dinners. No takeout. No car. No phone. No air conditioner. No microwave. No air fryer. No rice cooker. No crockpot. She made spaghetti from scratch with flour and eggs. No welfare. No Section 8. No housing projects. She made sauce from fresh tomatoes, not a can. She baked muffins fresh. Every meal was fresh. And she did it all without a single complaint.
When my grandfather died, my grandmother buried him under a marble tombstone with her own loving words to her “Mikey.” That kind of love does not exist in modern women.
After twenty five years of marriage, my grandfather gave my grandmother a gold bracelet worth $2,000 at the time, the equivalent of $25,000 today. She thought it was too much. She never wore it once. But she loved him deeply. She never measured his height, his income, or his anatomy. She never nagged him for a Prada bag. She never left him for another man. He was her first, and her only, and they loved each other until the end.
Today’s woman brags about not knowing how to boil water. She expects her man to provide everything, the Gucci bag, the $200,000 two carat diamond ring, the $100,000 wedding, two $60,000 cars, the million dollar home, the maid, the six figure income, the six foot frame, the six pack abs, all while she gives nothing and still claims she “brings everything to the table.”
It is a joke. You should be ashamed. Many of you have two, three, four, five, even six children by a lineup of drug addicts, criminals, and failures, and you still walk around acting like you are a prize. It is a disgrace to see it. It is nasty.
My grandmother was a maid in New York City while my grandfather worked the docks. When he came home, she scrubbed his back in the bathtub. She shopped, cleaned the house, and did laundry by hand, neatly and precisely, then ironed every shirt and pair of pants with a heavy cast iron she heated on the stove. She washed dishes and scrubbed toilets both at work and at home. She sewed by hand and on a pedal powered machine. She patched clothes when they tore.
My grandfather cooked because he enjoyed it. When he was in the Army during World War II, my grandmother worked two and sometimes three jobs while cooking, cleaning, and raising two children on her own for two years. No fast food. No instant dinners. No takeout. No car. No phone. No air conditioner. No microwave. No air fryer. No rice cooker. No crockpot. She made spaghetti from scratch with flour and eggs. No welfare. No Section 8. No housing projects. She made sauce from fresh tomatoes, not a can. She baked muffins fresh. Every meal was fresh. And she did it all without a single complaint.
When my grandfather died, my grandmother buried him under a marble tombstone with her own loving words to her “Mikey.” That kind of love does not exist in modern women.
After twenty five years of marriage, my grandfather gave my grandmother a gold bracelet worth $2,000 at the time, the equivalent of $25,000 today. She thought it was too much. She never wore it once. But she loved him deeply. She never measured his height, his income, or his anatomy. She never nagged him for a Prada bag. She never left him for another man. He was her first, and her only, and they loved each other until the end.
Today’s woman brags about not knowing how to boil water. She expects her man to provide everything, the Gucci bag, the $200,000 two carat diamond ring, the $100,000 wedding, two $60,000 cars, the million dollar home, the maid, the six figure income, the six foot frame, the six pack abs, all while she gives nothing and still claims she “brings everything to the table.”
It is a joke. You should be ashamed. Many of you have two, three, four, five, even six children by a lineup of drug addicts, criminals, and failures, and you still walk around acting like you are a prize. It is a disgrace to see it. It is nasty.
TheXYGhost 051
Whitney Houston: I want to dance with somebody who loves me.
TheXYGhost : Because loving someone, other than yourself is too much work for you.
TheXYGhost : Because loving someone, other than yourself is too much work for you.
Friday, December 12, 2025
TheXYGhost IV 347
The woman who depends on you is not yours, she is only renting your strength.
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TheXYGhost III 347
She attacks your masculinity when she does not get what she wants from you.
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TheXYGhost II 347
40% of women admit to going out on a date with men they do not like at all.
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Divorce: Legalized Betrayal
Women do not carry love in their hearts for men. What they carry is utility, what they carry is calculation. Their loyalty ends the moment his usefulness fades. The only bond they protect is the one with their children, and even that is poisoned. When a child’s love drifts toward the father, the mother does not celebrate it, she resents it. She sees her child’s affection as competition. And because the state has given her the weapon, she uses it. She ejects the father, she poisons the child against him, and she rewrites history so that she wears the mask of victimhood.
This is not a mistake. It is the design. Modern society rewards betrayal. Women are handed incentives to break homes, to destroy marriages, to bleed men dry. Courts do not punish them for tearing apart a family, they reward them. They hand them the house. They hand them the children. They hand them the power. A man who worked his whole life is stripped down to a wallet and chained by law to the very woman who destroyed him.
Understand this: her family does not matter to her. Her legacy does not matter to her. The well-being of her lineage has no meaning to her. A woman lives for the short term. Men build legacies, women dream of happy endings. She has hopes, she has dreams, but she has no plans. Her devotion is not to stability, not to growth, not to building greatness for her bloodline. Her devotion is only to her feelings. Empowerment is just a feeling. Victimhood is just a feeling. Everything is emotion, and her power lies in manipulating others into feeling sorry for her or feeling for her.
You never hear a woman mapping out a plan to teach her family discipline, strength, or how to be great. No. She latches on to men who already carry greatness, and when she has drained what she can from them, she lets go. And the cycle never ends. After marriage and divorce, she latches on to men who will co-sign her bad behavior. She latched on to a man who sacrificed, now she will latch on to a man who destroys her.
But make no mistake, she must have a provider. If there is no man left to latch onto, she will groom her own children to play that role. She will shame them, guilt them, and train them into being her personal drones. The boy becomes the stand in husband, the girl becomes the emotional servant. Their futures are sacrificed so that their mother can maintain her comfort.
This is the reality: divorce is not a sad ending. It is a weapon. It is legalized betrayal dressed up as empowerment. Women exit marriages not because of cruelty or oppression, but because they are restless and unsatisfied. And when they leave, they drag the man through public humiliation, financial execution, and personal ruin.
A man’s worth is not measured by his loyalty, his labor, his sacrifices, or his devotion. None of that matters. To her, his value exists only in what can be extracted, his money, his assets, his future. She does not see the man who loved her, who built a life for her, who fathered her children. She sees only a provider to drain, discard, and replace.
This is the truth no one is supposed to say out loud: women have turned marriage into a trap, family into a battlefield, children into weapons, and men into prey.
If men want to survive in this system, they must stop pretending women are innocent in divorce. Call it what it is: betrayal. When a woman leaves her marriage, point it out. When she divorces her husband, shame her for it. Use the same weapon women have mastered for centuries: shame.
For too long men have been silent. Women shame men for being broke, for being short, for being inexperienced, for being “not enough.” Meanwhile, men sit quietly while women walk away from marriages, tear families apart, and still get celebrated as victims. That silence must end.
And here is the brutal truth every man needs to face: if a woman will betray the man she promised to love, if she will betray the father of her own children, if she will break up her own family, then what do you think she is going to do to you? She has no covenant with you. She has no covenant before God. She has no covenant before her family. She is rogue. She destroyed her family over some imperfection she saw. What do you think she will do to you? She has nothing for you.
This is not a mistake. It is the design. Modern society rewards betrayal. Women are handed incentives to break homes, to destroy marriages, to bleed men dry. Courts do not punish them for tearing apart a family, they reward them. They hand them the house. They hand them the children. They hand them the power. A man who worked his whole life is stripped down to a wallet and chained by law to the very woman who destroyed him.
Understand this: her family does not matter to her. Her legacy does not matter to her. The well-being of her lineage has no meaning to her. A woman lives for the short term. Men build legacies, women dream of happy endings. She has hopes, she has dreams, but she has no plans. Her devotion is not to stability, not to growth, not to building greatness for her bloodline. Her devotion is only to her feelings. Empowerment is just a feeling. Victimhood is just a feeling. Everything is emotion, and her power lies in manipulating others into feeling sorry for her or feeling for her.
You never hear a woman mapping out a plan to teach her family discipline, strength, or how to be great. No. She latches on to men who already carry greatness, and when she has drained what she can from them, she lets go. And the cycle never ends. After marriage and divorce, she latches on to men who will co-sign her bad behavior. She latched on to a man who sacrificed, now she will latch on to a man who destroys her.
But make no mistake, she must have a provider. If there is no man left to latch onto, she will groom her own children to play that role. She will shame them, guilt them, and train them into being her personal drones. The boy becomes the stand in husband, the girl becomes the emotional servant. Their futures are sacrificed so that their mother can maintain her comfort.
This is the reality: divorce is not a sad ending. It is a weapon. It is legalized betrayal dressed up as empowerment. Women exit marriages not because of cruelty or oppression, but because they are restless and unsatisfied. And when they leave, they drag the man through public humiliation, financial execution, and personal ruin.
A man’s worth is not measured by his loyalty, his labor, his sacrifices, or his devotion. None of that matters. To her, his value exists only in what can be extracted, his money, his assets, his future. She does not see the man who loved her, who built a life for her, who fathered her children. She sees only a provider to drain, discard, and replace.
This is the truth no one is supposed to say out loud: women have turned marriage into a trap, family into a battlefield, children into weapons, and men into prey.
If men want to survive in this system, they must stop pretending women are innocent in divorce. Call it what it is: betrayal. When a woman leaves her marriage, point it out. When she divorces her husband, shame her for it. Use the same weapon women have mastered for centuries: shame.
For too long men have been silent. Women shame men for being broke, for being short, for being inexperienced, for being “not enough.” Meanwhile, men sit quietly while women walk away from marriages, tear families apart, and still get celebrated as victims. That silence must end.
And here is the brutal truth every man needs to face: if a woman will betray the man she promised to love, if she will betray the father of her own children, if she will break up her own family, then what do you think she is going to do to you? She has no covenant with you. She has no covenant before God. She has no covenant before her family. She is rogue. She destroyed her family over some imperfection she saw. What do you think she will do to you? She has nothing for you.
Thursday, December 11, 2025
TheXYGhost IV 346
If she chooses you for provision, she will betray you for greater provision.
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TheXYGhost III 346
She was secretly talking birth control pills while telling her husband it’s his fault that she can’t get pregnant.
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TheXYGhost II 346
Her perception in a nutshell. He’s an evil narcissistic villain but she is the strong angelic victim.
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What She Does With an Alpha and Beta Males
Today’s woman is no longer bound by the traditions she calls oppressive. She has complete freedom to choose her own path in relationships, and she uses that freedom to serve her own advantage. She may be drawn to the Alpha male for his strength and presence, but she will settle for the Beta male when she needs temporary shelter, a steady paycheck, and protection she did not earn. Her goal is not love or loyalty, her goal is stability on her terms, for as long as it benefits her. She will remain until she finds a man with more resources, more status, or more opportunities, and that man becomes the father of her children.
When she is with an Alpha male, she will test him. She will push, provoke, and create conflict. She will mistreat him just to see how much he will take before he pushes back. Over time, the manipulation becomes second nature, so ingrained that even she cannot tell if she is testing him or simply acting on habit. The drama is constant, a calculated way to measure his tolerance. If he refuses to accept it and walks away, she will put all the blame on him. “He didn’t know how to handle me,” she will say, as if she is a storm that must be mastered. In her mind, she is never at fault.
When she burns the Alpha bridge, she returns to a Beta male. She treats him less like a partner and more like a servant. He provides, he protects, he caters to her demands. She rewards him with contempt. She resents his kindness, sees his loyalty as weakness, and quietly despises him for bending to her. That resentment festers until she cheats, and when she is caught, she blames him for letting it happen.
Her definition of Alpha or Beta is not based on reality, it is based on her emotions in the moment. If she is pleased, he is Alpha. If she is displeased, he is Beta. Her judgments are unstable because her emotions are unstable, and a man’s worth in her eyes can shift in a single day. This is why her praise means nothing and her criticism even less, both are just echoes of her mood, not reflections of the truth.
When she is with an Alpha male, she will test him. She will push, provoke, and create conflict. She will mistreat him just to see how much he will take before he pushes back. Over time, the manipulation becomes second nature, so ingrained that even she cannot tell if she is testing him or simply acting on habit. The drama is constant, a calculated way to measure his tolerance. If he refuses to accept it and walks away, she will put all the blame on him. “He didn’t know how to handle me,” she will say, as if she is a storm that must be mastered. In her mind, she is never at fault.
When she burns the Alpha bridge, she returns to a Beta male. She treats him less like a partner and more like a servant. He provides, he protects, he caters to her demands. She rewards him with contempt. She resents his kindness, sees his loyalty as weakness, and quietly despises him for bending to her. That resentment festers until she cheats, and when she is caught, she blames him for letting it happen.
Her definition of Alpha or Beta is not based on reality, it is based on her emotions in the moment. If she is pleased, he is Alpha. If she is displeased, he is Beta. Her judgments are unstable because her emotions are unstable, and a man’s worth in her eyes can shift in a single day. This is why her praise means nothing and her criticism even less, both are just echoes of her mood, not reflections of the truth.
TheXYGhost 049
Behind every successful man is a woman looking to take a huge chunk of his wealth for herself.
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Wednesday, December 10, 2025
TheXYGhost III 345
Feed a man when he’s hungry and he will thank you. Feed a woman when she’s hungry and she will find a problem with the meal.
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TheXYGhost II 345
She will assign negative meanings for all your actions and statements. You will be expected to defend yourself against her constant accusations.
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No More Shame
There was a time when women had shame.
• Shame to be single after age twenty five
• Shame to be with a man of bad character
• Shame to be a single mother
• Shame to be divorced
• Shame to lose her virginity before marriage
• Shame to be loud and obnoxious in public
• Shame to cheat on her husband
• Shame to accept welfare or public assistance
• Shame to live off the government and take food stamps
• Shame to have an abortion
• Shame to hit a man without just cause
Back then, shame was a restraint. It was a form of accountability. It kept certain behaviors in check because women knew their actions would carry a social cost.
Now, the modern woman wears these same things as badges of honor. The very acts that once brought disgrace are now celebrated as empowerment. Single motherhood is paraded as strength. Divorce is rebranded as freedom. Loudness is called confidence. Dependency on government aid is disguised as independence. Infidelity is reframed as liberation. Abortion is declared a right without moral weight.
What was once shame is now her currency. And she spends it proudly, convinced that society should applaud her for the very things that once marked the decline of character.
• Shame to be single after age twenty five
• Shame to be with a man of bad character
• Shame to be a single mother
• Shame to be divorced
• Shame to lose her virginity before marriage
• Shame to be loud and obnoxious in public
• Shame to cheat on her husband
• Shame to accept welfare or public assistance
• Shame to live off the government and take food stamps
• Shame to have an abortion
• Shame to hit a man without just cause
Back then, shame was a restraint. It was a form of accountability. It kept certain behaviors in check because women knew their actions would carry a social cost.
Now, the modern woman wears these same things as badges of honor. The very acts that once brought disgrace are now celebrated as empowerment. Single motherhood is paraded as strength. Divorce is rebranded as freedom. Loudness is called confidence. Dependency on government aid is disguised as independence. Infidelity is reframed as liberation. Abortion is declared a right without moral weight.
What was once shame is now her currency. And she spends it proudly, convinced that society should applaud her for the very things that once marked the decline of character.
TheXYGhost 048
The most dangerous person in your child's life is mommy's new boyfriend / husband.
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Tuesday, December 9, 2025
TheXYGhost IV 344
If she chooses you for her survival, she will leave you for her ambition.
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TheXYGhost II 344
Women cry, whine, complain and throw tantrums but they call men babies.
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10,000 Genders, Brought to You by the Feminists
Here is the ever-growing list of non-binary, gender-fluid pronouns for all the self-declared enlightened warriors who think biology is a suggestion and language is a toy to be endlessly rearranged.
they / them / their / themselves
tey / tem / ter / temself
ey / em / eir / emself
e / em / eir / emself
thon / thon / thons / thonself
fae / faer / faers / faerself
vae / vaer / vaers / vaerself
ae / aer / aers / aerself
ne / nym / nis / nymself
ne / nem / nir / nemself
xe / xem / xyr / xemself
xe / xim / xis / ximself
xie / xem / xyr / xemself
ze (or zie) / zir / zirs / zirself
zhe / zhir / zhirs / zhirself
ze / hir / hirs / hirself
sie / sier / siers / sierself
zed / zed / zeds / zedself
zed / zed / zeir / zedself
ce / cir / cirs / cirself
co / cos / cos / coself
ve / vis / vir / verself
jee / jem / jeir / jemself
lee / lim / lis / limself
kye / kyr / kyne / kyrself
per / per / pers / perself
hu / hum / hus / humself
bun / bun / buns / bunself
it / it / its / itself
I have also seen “yo” and “fey” floating around, but apparently even their own creators cannot decide how to conjugate them. And just when you think the list is finished, someone invents another set, expecting the rest of the world to adapt instantly.
Here is the reality, the more fractured language becomes, the less it communicates. This endless alphabet soup does not unite, it divides. It is not about clarity, it is about control. It is about forcing everyone to bend their speech, and by extension, their thinking, to match someone else’s personal fantasy.
they / them / their / themselves
tey / tem / ter / temself
ey / em / eir / emself
e / em / eir / emself
thon / thon / thons / thonself
fae / faer / faers / faerself
vae / vaer / vaers / vaerself
ae / aer / aers / aerself
ne / nym / nis / nymself
ne / nem / nir / nemself
xe / xem / xyr / xemself
xe / xim / xis / ximself
xie / xem / xyr / xemself
ze (or zie) / zir / zirs / zirself
zhe / zhir / zhirs / zhirself
ze / hir / hirs / hirself
sie / sier / siers / sierself
zed / zed / zeds / zedself
zed / zed / zeir / zedself
ce / cir / cirs / cirself
co / cos / cos / coself
ve / vis / vir / verself
jee / jem / jeir / jemself
lee / lim / lis / limself
kye / kyr / kyne / kyrself
per / per / pers / perself
hu / hum / hus / humself
bun / bun / buns / bunself
it / it / its / itself
I have also seen “yo” and “fey” floating around, but apparently even their own creators cannot decide how to conjugate them. And just when you think the list is finished, someone invents another set, expecting the rest of the world to adapt instantly.
Here is the reality, the more fractured language becomes, the less it communicates. This endless alphabet soup does not unite, it divides. It is not about clarity, it is about control. It is about forcing everyone to bend their speech, and by extension, their thinking, to match someone else’s personal fantasy.
TheXYGhost 047
If I care, protect and provide for you, but all you offer in return is sex, What does that make you?
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Monday, December 8, 2025
TheXYGhost III 343
A man risks his life to offer protection. Given what a woman offers, who should be proving themselves to whom? Which is worth more?
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TheXYGhost II 343
Women will go out of their way to avoid helping you in any way but want you to help her every waking hour.
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An Entitlement Mentality Leads to Socialism
Women feel entitled to their husband’s money while guarding their own as if it were sacred. They will spend his without hesitation but refuse to touch theirs. They remain loyal to their provider only until they find a better one. And there is no better provider in their eyes than the government.
When a woman shifts her dependency from a man to the state, her loyalty shifts with it. The government becomes her new provider, and she feels entitled to its provisions because, in her mind, it has unlimited funds and always delivers the check on time. This is why women embrace socialism. The state offers them security without accountability, benefits without loyalty, and a lifetime safety net paid for by others.
They raise their sons to be obedient momma’s boys, incapable of defying a woman’s will. They raise their daughters to sell themselves to the highest bidder, collecting children along the way as currency for more state benefits. Single mothers become loyal political soldiers for the party that promises the biggest checks, voting socialist every time because it keeps the pipeline open.
Men are no longer competing for the chance to marry and build a family. They are in a constant, exhausting fight to keep their wives committed to the family they already have. Meanwhile, women, trained by the media and culture, are always scanning the horizon for a man with more to offer. Children or not, she will leave and bring those children to the man she decides is a better provider than their own father.
If necessary, she will use the government as her weapon to destroy the father of her children. This is not an accident, it is a system. The state protects its most loyal voters by stripping men of their wealth, their property, and their rights, all while calling it “justice.”
The government thrives on dependency. When the people demand solutions, the state steps in, seizes $1,000 in taxes, throws $100 at the problem, pockets the rest, and leaves the problem unsolved. They repeat this cycle endlessly. Education is failing, the people cry out, the government demands more taxes, the system worsens, and a few years later the people cry out again. Dependency deepens. Power grows. The machine feeds itself.
And women, who have been taught to trade loyalty for benefits, will always serve the hand that feeds them.
When a woman shifts her dependency from a man to the state, her loyalty shifts with it. The government becomes her new provider, and she feels entitled to its provisions because, in her mind, it has unlimited funds and always delivers the check on time. This is why women embrace socialism. The state offers them security without accountability, benefits without loyalty, and a lifetime safety net paid for by others.
They raise their sons to be obedient momma’s boys, incapable of defying a woman’s will. They raise their daughters to sell themselves to the highest bidder, collecting children along the way as currency for more state benefits. Single mothers become loyal political soldiers for the party that promises the biggest checks, voting socialist every time because it keeps the pipeline open.
Men are no longer competing for the chance to marry and build a family. They are in a constant, exhausting fight to keep their wives committed to the family they already have. Meanwhile, women, trained by the media and culture, are always scanning the horizon for a man with more to offer. Children or not, she will leave and bring those children to the man she decides is a better provider than their own father.
If necessary, she will use the government as her weapon to destroy the father of her children. This is not an accident, it is a system. The state protects its most loyal voters by stripping men of their wealth, their property, and their rights, all while calling it “justice.”
The government thrives on dependency. When the people demand solutions, the state steps in, seizes $1,000 in taxes, throws $100 at the problem, pockets the rest, and leaves the problem unsolved. They repeat this cycle endlessly. Education is failing, the people cry out, the government demands more taxes, the system worsens, and a few years later the people cry out again. Dependency deepens. Power grows. The machine feeds itself.
And women, who have been taught to trade loyalty for benefits, will always serve the hand that feeds them.
TheXYGhost 046
Her: If you don't buy me a ring, I will leave you.
TheXYGhost : Don't threaten me with freedom, I might choose it.
TheXYGhost : Don't threaten me with freedom, I might choose it.
Sunday, December 7, 2025
TheXYGhost III 342
Name one thing women are better at than men that benefits society and is not tied to their sex.
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Do What's Right
I have been riding the New York City Subway system since the 1960s and on my own since the 1970s. In my younger years, I would sometimes offer my seat to the elderly and to women I believed were pregnant, until I learned the hard way about the risk of wrongly assuming a woman is pregnant.
By the mid 1980s, I began noticing something. Women were rarely giving up their seats, even for the elderly or for pregnant women. And when they did, it was usually for an elderly woman, almost never for an elderly man. On the rare occasion they did give up their seat, they did it with an attitude, as if resenting the fact that no one else had done it first, as if they were performing some reluctant act of forced charity.
In all these decades, I have only counted three women who willingly gave their seat to an elderly man. Three. That is not an oversight, that is a pattern.
Today, when I give up my seat, I give it to elderly men. Sometimes I will give it to a man who looks like he has been through hell that day. I do not give it to women, because women have long abandoned the idea that respect and courtesy go both ways. If they cannot show it, they should not expect it.
By the mid 1980s, I began noticing something. Women were rarely giving up their seats, even for the elderly or for pregnant women. And when they did, it was usually for an elderly woman, almost never for an elderly man. On the rare occasion they did give up their seat, they did it with an attitude, as if resenting the fact that no one else had done it first, as if they were performing some reluctant act of forced charity.
In all these decades, I have only counted three women who willingly gave their seat to an elderly man. Three. That is not an oversight, that is a pattern.
Today, when I give up my seat, I give it to elderly men. Sometimes I will give it to a man who looks like he has been through hell that day. I do not give it to women, because women have long abandoned the idea that respect and courtesy go both ways. If they cannot show it, they should not expect it.
Saturday, December 6, 2025
TheXYGhost III 341
It’s well known that she wants attention and validation, but she always chases after men that ignore and insult her.
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What I Love About Being a Man
What I love about being a man:
1. Your best friend can call you every name under the sun, and you can call him the worst piece of filth on the planet, and you both laugh about it.
2. Even your worst enemy will not hit you when you are asleep, eating, or with your family.
3. Even your worst mistake can eventually be forgiven.
4. Every now and then, another man in your crew will step up and take one for the team.
And for those who understand number one, here is your example:
Go fuck yourself, you cocksucker, motherfucking pieces of garbage.
1. Your best friend can call you every name under the sun, and you can call him the worst piece of filth on the planet, and you both laugh about it.
2. Even your worst enemy will not hit you when you are asleep, eating, or with your family.
3. Even your worst mistake can eventually be forgiven.
4. Every now and then, another man in your crew will step up and take one for the team.
And for those who understand number one, here is your example:
Go fuck yourself, you cocksucker, motherfucking pieces of garbage.
TheXYGhost 044
Your ex-wife has a new man. He will give your 4 year old daughter baths and tuck her in at night.
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Friday, December 5, 2025
TheXYGhost III 340
Women teach each other how to gain leverage over men, using tricks, deception, and manipulation to drain them of power and resources.
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TheXYGhost II 340
New Dating Rule #7
On the first date ask her to get you a pack of gum or aspirin for when you pick her up.
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On the first date ask her to get you a pack of gum or aspirin for when you pick her up.
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Her Insecurities Defined
A woman’s primary concern is her personal security. Everything else is secondary. From birth she is wired for it. This is not insecurity in the way men experience it, it is deeper, more primal, and it never stops. She is always looking for an external source to make her feel safe. A man, on the other hand, knows at his core that he must conquer his own insecurities or they will conquer him.
Some women measure security in money. They seek out men with resources because it is the easiest, laziest way to feel safe. Others measure security by dominance over the man himself. They choose weaker men because it makes them feel strong by comparison. They want to look down and know they are in control.
It is the same tactic as the attractive woman who keeps a fat and unattractive friend. Standing next to her, she appears even more beautiful. The ugly friend benefits because she is not competing for the same men, and she gets access to the attention and leftovers she would never have on her own. Both of these women, despite their alliance, will quietly sabotage each other’s relationships to keep their own security intact.
This is the hidden economy of female relationships. It is not built on loyalty, it is built on strategy. It is not about friendship, it is about positioning. And in the end, security is not something they create for themselves, it is something they take from others.
Some women measure security in money. They seek out men with resources because it is the easiest, laziest way to feel safe. Others measure security by dominance over the man himself. They choose weaker men because it makes them feel strong by comparison. They want to look down and know they are in control.
It is the same tactic as the attractive woman who keeps a fat and unattractive friend. Standing next to her, she appears even more beautiful. The ugly friend benefits because she is not competing for the same men, and she gets access to the attention and leftovers she would never have on her own. Both of these women, despite their alliance, will quietly sabotage each other’s relationships to keep their own security intact.
This is the hidden economy of female relationships. It is not built on loyalty, it is built on strategy. It is not about friendship, it is about positioning. And in the end, security is not something they create for themselves, it is something they take from others.
Thursday, December 4, 2025
TheXYGhost II 339
New Dating Rule #6
If she invites another to your date, end it right away.
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If she invites another to your date, end it right away.
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How to Fail Her Test Deliberately
When a woman asks, “What kind of woman do you like?” she has already marked you as a potential personal provider. She is not asking out of curiosity, she is gathering intelligence. She needs to know what shape to mold herself into so she can pass your inspection long enough to secure her position.
My answer is always the same. I say I love a successful, independent, intelligent woman who has never been married, is very feminine, and does not come prepackaged with another man’s child.
Why that answer? Because I can redefine any part of it at any time, in any way I see fit. If she tries to perform the role, I can move the goalpost. If she tries to fake the qualities, I can call it out. By keeping the definition in my hands, I keep the power where it belongs.
Never hand over your blueprint. The moment she knows exactly what you want, she will shape-shift into it just long enough to get what she wants. Then the mask comes off.
My answer is always the same. I say I love a successful, independent, intelligent woman who has never been married, is very feminine, and does not come prepackaged with another man’s child.
Why that answer? Because I can redefine any part of it at any time, in any way I see fit. If she tries to perform the role, I can move the goalpost. If she tries to fake the qualities, I can call it out. By keeping the definition in my hands, I keep the power where it belongs.
Never hand over your blueprint. The moment she knows exactly what you want, she will shape-shift into it just long enough to get what she wants. Then the mask comes off.
TheXYGhost 042
Do you really think that you can satisfy her every want, need and desire when, where and how she demands?
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Wednesday, December 3, 2025
TheXYGhost II 338
New Dating Rule #5
If she orders multiple appetizers or the most expensive entrées, tip the waiter, cancel the order and leave.
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If she orders multiple appetizers or the most expensive entrées, tip the waiter, cancel the order and leave.
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Questions for Divorced Women
Women:
• Would you still love your mother and father if they made less money than you do?
• Would you still love your sons and daughters if they made less money than you do?
• Would you still love your aunts and uncles if they made less money than you do?
• Would you still love your cousins if they made less money than you do?
• Would you still love your brothers and sisters if they made less money than you do?
Then why will you not love the man you promised to love and cherish until death? Why do you punish your own children by removing the most important man from their lives simply because he lost a job? Why do you call the police, hire lawyers, and run to judges to break him down when he fails to fulfill every fantasy and cannot serve your every want, need, desire, and emotion on a silver platter exactly when, where, and how you demand it?
Why do you choose to hate the very hand that fed you? Why do you take the love you vowed to give and lock it away the moment he is no longer a perfect provider in your eyes?
A vow is not a contract you cancel when your lifestyle dips. It is not a promise with a clause that expires when you are no longer entertained. The man you discard is the same man you chose. The man you betray is the one you once called your future. When you strip him from your children, you do not just punish him, you punish them. And for what? For failing to keep you in the comfort you decided you deserved.
• Would you still love your mother and father if they made less money than you do?
• Would you still love your sons and daughters if they made less money than you do?
• Would you still love your aunts and uncles if they made less money than you do?
• Would you still love your cousins if they made less money than you do?
• Would you still love your brothers and sisters if they made less money than you do?
Then why will you not love the man you promised to love and cherish until death? Why do you punish your own children by removing the most important man from their lives simply because he lost a job? Why do you call the police, hire lawyers, and run to judges to break him down when he fails to fulfill every fantasy and cannot serve your every want, need, desire, and emotion on a silver platter exactly when, where, and how you demand it?
Why do you choose to hate the very hand that fed you? Why do you take the love you vowed to give and lock it away the moment he is no longer a perfect provider in your eyes?
A vow is not a contract you cancel when your lifestyle dips. It is not a promise with a clause that expires when you are no longer entertained. The man you discard is the same man you chose. The man you betray is the one you once called your future. When you strip him from your children, you do not just punish him, you punish them. And for what? For failing to keep you in the comfort you decided you deserved.
TheXYGhost 041
It's never her fault. If she lied, cheated or stolen from you, either she had a reason or you picked the wrong one.
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Tuesday, December 2, 2025
TheXYGhost III 337
No matter how many times she divorces, she will always want another. Just like a leech wanting a new host.
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This Post Will Hurt Many Men
1. How many children have you lost because of a woman?
2. How many were taken from you with the court's blessing?
3. How many times were you told, "This is your baby," and it was not?
4. How many of your children were killed at the hands of a woman, whether by abortion or otherwise?
5. How many times have you seen these same things happen to other men?
6. Were you taken from your father by your mother and kept away from him?
7. Did you know all your mother's boyfriends but never knew your father?
8. Do you want to raise another man's children while another man tucks your kids into bed at night?
9. How much money have you bled out in lawyers, legal costs, court fees, and lost work just to see your children four days a month while another man takes your place at night?
10. Do these questions cut too deep?
11. Do you have the will to make a real change now?
Six Steps to Start
I. Share this
II. React to it
III. Comment on it
IV. Join and be part of the solution - TheXYGhost.com
V. Invite men you know to change history
VI. Post this in every group where it matters
I am done playing softball.
2. How many were taken from you with the court's blessing?
3. How many times were you told, "This is your baby," and it was not?
4. How many of your children were killed at the hands of a woman, whether by abortion or otherwise?
5. How many times have you seen these same things happen to other men?
6. Were you taken from your father by your mother and kept away from him?
7. Did you know all your mother's boyfriends but never knew your father?
8. Do you want to raise another man's children while another man tucks your kids into bed at night?
9. How much money have you bled out in lawyers, legal costs, court fees, and lost work just to see your children four days a month while another man takes your place at night?
10. Do these questions cut too deep?
11. Do you have the will to make a real change now?
Six Steps to Start
I. Share this
II. React to it
III. Comment on it
IV. Join and be part of the solution - TheXYGhost.com
V. Invite men you know to change history
VI. Post this in every group where it matters
I am done playing softball.
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