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reclusive Jody-bait Teenage Girl 17/10/17(Tue)17:26 No. 21705 ID: f73021

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me: mid-20s, cis-F, ex-camgrl, 5'5, 110lb, surgically sterilized, mil-wife, goth, childfree

I've had issues with unwanted male attention since before puberty, but this shit is really getting to me right now. Yeah, I used to cam for cash for a while years ago to survive, but I'm one of those lame prudes who's repulsed by anything sexual outside of my committed relationship. I've dressed in black and been "goth" since I was a kid, so there's one fetish angle I've had to deal with. Now that I'm a military wife who's not a fucking hippo with the standard three crotch-dumplings, it's only ramped up.

I'm the type who likes to make casual, friendly conversation with complete strangers out in public, and it keeps biting me in the ass. At the airport OMW to/from my husband's BMT graduation and again to my current base I PCSed to, the men I'd talked with all started acting differently when the subject came up that my husband was in the military. Other chicks reading this, you should know what I mean. You know the look. The change in tone. That creepy glint in their eyes. While waiting in the boarding area for my connecting flight to get here, I was sitting next to a guy who was pretty great to converse with, and he brought the subject up, even giving me some answers. He said that he'd noticed how much I was being noticed. I told him that I didn't understand why, since I was wearing very plain clothes (black boots, black knee-high socks, black skort, black tanktop, black light jacket, not much makeup) and that I didn't like it. He said that it's the way I carry myself. That I come off as "approachable and relatable". I guess I'm glad to finally get that information, but I don't know what the hell to do with it. I don't think I could just turn into a cold bitch even if I wanted to.

FF to mid September... After waiting a couple of weeks, internet is finally getting installed at the new place. The fat neckbeard tech who came over to install it had that look in his eye and was staring way too much right off the bat, but in stead of being a bitch, I just wanted to make the most of things and got the casual conversation over to gaming. Make some Dark Souls jokes and rip on modern-day WoW, shit like that. When it came time to test the wifi signal on my phone, I unlocked it, tried to connect and it didn't work. I absent-mindedly left my unlocked phone on a box by the doorway of the computer room where he was working on the modem (on the opposite side of the room as him) and got some water. When I came back, my phone was in his hand, and he acted like he was just using it to test the wifi again. You know, in stead of using his own phone like the other techs from the company did later. When I took it back, my personal files folder app had been opened. Fucking seriously? Since then, the service guys who've been over to fix the internet and spray for ants have consistently been creepy when I'm home alone but act very differently when my husband is here with me. They all know, since it's military housing.

Earlier this month, there was a string of attempted break-ins in the community, and the SF (Security Forces) officer who I filed my report with told me that my neighbor is also SF and that I could ask him questions and whatnot in the future. I did so; seems like a great guy, and his (fat w/ three kids) wife has been nice to me too. He's given me some updates on the crime bullshit in the area a couple of times, and one of the times he knocked on the door to speak with me, my husband was here (he doesn't have SepRat yet and lives in the base dorms with no car; long boring story about paperwork) and they did the usual handshake, exchange of names, etc. He told my husband that I had his wife's number just in case anything happened while my husband was gone, and suddenly changed to a defensive tone, holding his hands up at chest-level, palms out saying something to the effect of 'not MY number, we haven't been texting or any shit like that'. I actually laughed at him right there. I get that military housing has the well-earned reputation of being Cheat-On-Your-Spouse Land, but calm the fuck down. What has this got to do with anything? Well, it's a big piece of why I have no goddamned social life.

The other mil-wives are incredibly suspicious of me just because I'm CF, casually-behaved and slim. It only gets worse if I get honest when they ask about me having kids and I tell them I'm surgically sterilized. Add all these things up, and I'm seen as the perfect mil-wife for cheating with. But I don't exactly want a bunch of moos as friends anyway; I hate kids and I hate hearing moos drone on about them.

In summary, I'm fucking sick of fitting popular fetishes and I can't have friends in my new life because apparently the military is just a giant pile of slut where I'm a choice cut. Wah Wah, poor me.

Teenage Girl 17/10/18(Wed)03:50 No. 21708 ID: d43cd6

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Hey it's a tough world but chin up. It sucks to get judged by your appearance. It can be stifling. But ultimately we have to enjoy life. Because it's easy to hold ourselves down for the ignorance of others. Y'see it is just ignorance. They don't know you. You might as well be Sara to them. They are just babies.

So refresh some things. Go join a cycling class, be active in meeting others. I personally recommend swing dancing. It's amazing to experience physical intimacy with people both old and young, fat and skinny. Enjoy life.

Teenage Girl 17/10/18(Wed)19:20 No. 21709 ID: eea964

>Wah Wah, poor me.
Yeah, I think you made all the wrong choices in life too.

Teenage Girl 17/10/30(Mon)16:20 No. 21716 ID: 8c663c

so let me get this straight. you dress goth so obvious fetish material right there. you actually stay fit instead of fat. you do not dress like that "propper christian grandma wearing hornrim glasses and a sweater" and you also do not have kids. 1 yes nerds get a boner because goths like us are outcast and thus more attractive to us as we can relate on an emotional level. as far as the unwanted attention.. your post reads like you are just being mad because male (which are programed biologically, to seek out female breeding stock) are doing what their dna programs them to do either conciously or not, they notic your tits and ass. instead of being mad, maybe try wearing clothes that dont make you stand out, maybe get very loose clothing that hides your curves and the like. if the features the male subconcious actively and passively scans for are not seem, the subconcious mind wont wake up his boner circuit.

as for your husband, thank him for his service, and go have sex with him, especially when other males notice you, make them jealous, hell use it to turn him on and rock your husbands world but dont complaing about it when you yourself can grow up and fix it

Teenage Girl 17/11/16(Thu)17:43 No. 21733 ID: ffe233

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Nobody likes a dependapotamous, not even the husband 🤣

Teenage Girl 17/11/17(Fri)01:34 No. 21737 ID: 8c9af2

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Wait a second...another childfree woman on 7chan? You may enjoy this story!
Back in 2005, I worked full time at a newspaper in the composing room. Sweet union job, really laid back and exactly what I wanted to do with my life. It was 6:30 p.m. to 2:30 a.m. and I had a break from 8 to 9 each night. I lived a 15 minute walk away so I'd go home, eat some food, smoke some weed, hang out with my SO, and then walk back to work. Great times!
One night I'm on my way up to my house when this fucking scummy, fat Hispanic dude "holla'ed" at me pretty much the whole way even though I not only clearly displayed disinterest in his stupid spic ass by keeping my radio playing the whole time and did not slow my pace one step, I flat out told him I was in a committed relationship. When he asked me how many kids I had (I was 22 but looked seventeen so right there, holy fuck), I said I didn't have kids. Apparently, he took this as a sign that "your man can't fuck" and that "we should go get off together".
Now, see, I rarely ever experienced street harassment because not only was I usually with a rather large, intimidating-if-you-don't-know-him man most of the time, I was also about forty pounds overweight and dressed like a late nineties skater. This was not a situation I ever had to deal with so I really didn't know how to react. I sort of half laughed and said, "Nooooooo!" and then turned up my street.
The way I figure it, this shitface tried to pick me up thinking I'd be desperate for dick since I look weird, then thought he saw weakness in my relationship due to a lack of children because all girls must want to spend their late teens and early twenties popping out babies! I still have a hard time believing this happened to me.
Anyway, it was really strange and unpleasant and I figured you could relate on some level.

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