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Satyriasic and incel: the most traumatic combination ever
6 years ago · · Sex · Explicit
Satyriasic relates to an uncontrollable sexual desire or libido in men. Incel refers to those who want to have sex but are unable to acquire it. Unfortunately, I happen to suffer from both ailments. The situation is serious enough that I have had suicidal thoughts about my situation and have even cried with actual tears at how horny I am sometimes. This is all the more astonishing considering I am not the type of person that is emotional or cries. The next question someone reading the above paragraph may ask is " if you want a girl so bad why don't you just ask a girl out"or "why don't you do some online dating". Problem is, I do just that. All of it. Every time I do, I get rejected. When I ask a girl out on a date, she either says she has a boyfriend, or simply scoffs at my approach. I am horny enough that I brush the rejections aside and ask dozens of other women on the same day. Everytime I do, I get rejected. Then I thought maybe my approach is awkward so I tried online dating. I'm currently looking at my inbox and am currently registered with roughly 18 dating websites. I have moved over half of those to the spam folder because they are either too expensive for me, or filled with spam. Among the 8 remaining websites there are major faults too including cockblocking measures such as requiring monetary upgrades to see who likes you, fake profiles and when a woman does actually respond to you, has multiple other male messagers to pick and choose from.
Now you might ask yourself, why I do not simply go to see a hooker if I am that horny. Well, firstly its illegal and public notices makes clear that kerbcrawling is an enforced and arrestable crime. Secondly, even if I were to ignore the law, prostitutes where I live charge per time period not per orgasm. This is not an option for me since I'm somewhat of a satyromaniac; hence a single sex session would last much longer than minutes, closer to an hour probably for me, if not two hours.
Your next question is probably "why do you not simple masturbate". Well, thats what I used to do to keep myself sane. However, I live with my mother and she has recently switched ISP and the new provider does not come with porn, making masturbation a lot more difficult since I'm so used to the porn. Your next statement is probably, "you must be really ugly that no girl wants to go out with you". Well, here's the most puzzling part that even baffles me. I thought I must be butt ugly too that literally hundreds of girls (no exaggeration), have rejected my advances. Yet when I went on video chat services and picsharing websites to ask others about my looks I usually get answers ranging from "average" to "you are slightly better looking that average", only a few "uglies". Weird huh? I am six foot 3, weigh 69 kg, my penis is a bit larger than average at 6.5 inches. I do not have a uni degree but my 5 A to C's at GCSE and various college certificates with mediocre effort proves I am not dumb either. The only physical flaw on an aesthetic level I can think of now is the fact that I have a receding hairline, but even that has only existed for the past year; the result of faulty use of a hair trimmer. But even my hairline is not that noticeable since I am taller than most people and most would only see it if I'm sitting down or tilting my head down. Otherwise, I am lucky to have good overall health. Roughly two years ago I decided that I was my lack car ownership that was driving women away from me. Hence I decided to get myself a driver's license and a car, hopefully upgrading my status in front of women a notch. I got myself a Peugeot 308 but had no such luck at all. I even went to the length of buying an FM transmitter so I could woo random women on the street by asking what their favorite song was and then playing it for them in the hope of kicking off a friendship, that would lead to flirting and subsequently dating and romance. Most rejected. The few that accepted my invitation would break my will by either telling me they had boyfriends, or giving me a fake cell phone number.
I decided to write about this because not enough people take my status as an incel and satyromaniac seriously For example, it has not only affected my nonexistent sex/love life but has permeated through many aspects of my life. For example, I had to quit my previous job and am now jobless because all the random erections I was getting hurt when pressed against my belt or the pouch in the front center area in my trousers. Most people take for granted that they can wear tracksuit bottoms or sweatpants, whereas I have to worry about causing a moral panic in case a bulge forms due to unannounced arousal.