“What can show the real place of a real woman better than pushing her to the ground with her hairs, pushing her to the feet of her Lord, forcing her to lick every finger, spit on her, treating her like she is nothing.
The cheaper shit she is in sex, the more honor she’s feeling when her Lord is treating her like a real Lady during the day. This is a natural contrast. Between day and night. Between Lady and a slut. Between a perfect man and a perfect woman.
Man can be happy just when he’s owning both sides of woman. Ons is never enough. Perfect intelligent Lady should become a worthless dirty, fully submissive piece of shit during sexual interaction. Gentleman should be able to treat his Lady as shit. Because everything what a woman needs in her life - is a happiness of her Lord.”
— His beloved piece of shit to her beloved Lord in January 2012
“Yesterday I could feel one step closer to you, maybe closer than I’ve ever felt. Not only you are addicted to us, my beloved. Female nature of your faithful whore is not able to overlive anymore without your violence, can’t imagine any other life despite being worthless piece of fuck meat that was born just for degradation and being destroyed again and again.
What else should be my purpose of life if not recovering and developing every day, after every dehumanizing night prepare myself for even more violent treating. This is my perfect life I was always dreaming of. What else should I feel to the man who presented me this life of my dream despite endless love and wish to give him myself fully, till the last drop? I’m so thankful to you, my Lord, that you’ve proved me my low value I always felt inside, soooo thankful for showing me what is a real purposes and duties of natural woman.
You can treat me in any way you want - and I will never have even a small wish to tell you that I dislike this or that. And I understood it yesterday finally. I love you, I’m thankful to you, I’m your faithful whore you’ve shown real love to, I just cannot reject you.”
— His beloved piece of shit to her beloved Lord in March 2012
So a while back I won a cheap eBay auction listing for a collection of love letters from the first world war.
They arrived today, and…the listing was WAY more than I expected for the price I won it for. There’s over 100, and they’re not just from WWI, but from 1906 (earliest I’ve found so far) through to 1915.
Charlie writes to his girlfriend, Gertrude. This is the most beautiful, lovesick stuff I’ve ever read. He sends her so many letters, sometimes twice a day, and lots of poems. He seems to have been an artist, as he talks a lot about small exhibitions of his stuff, and included a flyer for one. He also talks about how her parents don’t approve of them and how he’s desperately awaiting the day they’ll be married.
I haven’t found the latest of the letters, but the fact it’s up until 1915 and then stops…doesn’t give me hope for a happy ending.
This man continuously refers to his precious beloved Gertie as his queen and goddess, and whilst most of it is sickly sweet, there’s some raunchy stuff too, with him talking about how he can’t wait until they have a little house together and can ‘please each other all day’…
There’s. So many.
I’m going to put them in order by date, read them through, and then maybe even transcribe them so we can find out a bit about Charlie and Gertie’s love story.
This man was absolutely lost in the sauce
Y'all he writes about sending her pressed poppies and postcards for her collection
111 years after Charlie got his dick touched in 1910, I decided to tell you all about it. Sorry Charlie.
Some more finds:
And some CODE!!!
Also all this is poems:
UHHHHH…
This has a lot of notes so I need everyone to know:
Fuck memes and placation I Need some real conversation Fuck the streets and demonstrations Been there felt like time wasting Need some real legislation Need to soul craft, need to combat opprayssion Always a risk, contract power you hating Rather be dead than afraid MLK Claim innocence thats a crime get it straight Screamin James Baldwin right out the gate Screaming Jay Hawkins determined our fate We all under a spell no genjutsu can break Maybe it’s balance we need Playing candy crush soaking in Adolph Reed Getting crucified for my beliefs We all wanna rush, criticize those who at ease Say they ain’t do enough, I just need to do less Complacency is still a threat Work smarter not harder the gest See past the headlines go straight for the chest Never gonna hold my breathe Never gonna hold my tongue Each generation so young Don’t know no better til the damage is done Going to war with some grace The risk of love is to hate
