u/pearl_meadow

For the past year, ever since I discovered this kind of kink, it’s really grown on me. I’ve always been a sucker for arguing with people online, and I’d even say I’m pretty good at it. More than once, I’ve managed to shift people’s views on women, feminism, and similar topics.

But one time I got into an argument on X while tipsy (I get really talkative like that) and, honestly, completely embarrassed myself. People in the comments were mocking how stupid I am (and I actually was!). I was angry and humiliated at the same time and deleted all the messages. But then I start to reminisce and get aroused by this.

Since then, I sometimes deliberately involve myself into arguments (usually with the most blatant, ridiculous sexism) and force myself to write poorly, to mumble, to “accidentally” cite sources that support the other side rather then me, to "crash out", behave like a dummy, even to apologize - although I know I could easily win. And I try to make it look authentical.

Then I read the comments about how stupid women are, how I’m proof that feminism is a delusion, and it feels like I’m betraying all women. But holy molly, it feels so so good. Unlike many here, I didn't really succeed in making myself dumber. So for now I'm just putting myself into situations where no one believes that I'm any smart.

For the past year, ever since I discovered this kind of kink, it’s really grown on me. I’ve always been a sucker for arguing with people online, and I’d even say I’m pretty good at it. More than once, I’ve managed to shift people’s views on women, feminism, and similar topics.

But one time I got into an argument on X while drunk (I get really talkative when tipsy) and, honestly, completely embarrassed myself. People in the comments were mocking how stupid I am (and I actually was!), and something in me just snapped. Since then, I sometimes deliberately drag myself into arguments (usually with the most blatant, ridiculous sexism) and force myself to write badly, to “accidentally” cite sources that support the other side rather then me, to "crash out", behave like a dummy and embarrass myself on purpose - even though I know I could easily win.

Then I read the comments about how stupid women are, how I’m proof that feminism is a delusion, and it feels like I’m betraying all women. But holy molly, it feels so so good. Although I usually end up deleting those comments afterward.