video: 50 Shades of Black (Patriarchy in Bondage) — My SJW / Antifa Romance Novel

As masculinity is demonized in the West, as levels of testosterone plummets amongst people with a “Y chromosome,” and we here at Recharge Freedom have learned the hard way not to be bigoted and label them “men,” since not only don’t we know how they all individually identify, but also many of the newer models coming online after college behave more like weepy women, which might scientifically make the trans. We follow the science.

But it is incumbent upon us to adapt to the ever changing world, mainly because in being ahead of the curve we have the possibility of becoming grotesquely rich.

Today we are focused on the ever evolving shifting desires in terms of romance books, whose archetypical male protagonist has vacillated for years between the strong, independent, successful, muscular masculine silent type to the strong, independent, successful, muscular, masculine, silent type.

But, I am prognosticating one of the greatest shifts archetypal shifts mankind (Justin Trudeau humankind) has ever seen.

If you look at just a few years ago, at the international bestseller 50 Shades of Grey, we see the archetype of the patriarchy. Let’s examine:

The male protagonist, Christian Grey, was described a total of 5 times, per page, as incredibly handsome. Okay, perhaps that’s an exaggeration, maybe it was 4 and a half times a page, but the book kept repeating the fact over and over indicating it was of some consequence to the author and her rapacious readers.

He was tall.
He was a self made billionaire at the age of 27, so he’s way up on Zuck in the first two categories and slightly ahead in the second.

Good on you Christian. I understand why females from ancient year 2014 lusted after you so.

But Christian Grey also wants to tie up the female protagonist, and while in bondage, flog her. Sure biological females in 2014 found the idea of being dominated intriguing enough to make this a #1 best seller and get movies made, but this is 2021, and things have changed baby.

Some of you again, might take great offense to the fact that I just used the terms biological female and “baby.”

Please raise your hands if that’s you …

Excellent, you are the exact people who comprise the market for my new book, and I hope these tantalizing excerpts I’m about to read intrigue not only y’all, but also publishers out there into willing to give me a million dollar advance.

Feel free to send me an advance to the bitcoin address in the description, or even if you’re just entertained, and for goodness sakes, Thumb up this video and leave me a comment with your thoughts.

Here we go.

The first time I laid eyes on Gordon, I nearly melted, mainly because it was 110 degrees outside of his North Las Vegas one bedroom apartment he shared with two roommates.

They were playing on the X-Box they had looted during the George Floyd Racial Justice Riots, and by the looks of it, he was racking up the high score, but I couldn’t tell you for sure since they had tape over the TV where the score would normally be displayed to prevent the ugly instinct of competition from rearing its head.
“Equity,” they mused politely, “is what’s most important.”

He didn’t have much in the way of hair, but his glasses made him look smarter than you’d otherwise have guessed him. He picked a potato chip off his shirt, and shoved it into his mouth.

He had a certain passion to him as he shot at the Nazis emerging on the screen, and he murmured “Death to the patriarchy!” as he shot up the brown shirts.
He turned to me with his blood shot eyes, and whispered in his gravelly, marijuana smoke filled voice, “I wish I could do this in real life.”

He paused the game and stood, sipping his Diet Mountain Dew. His face was scraggly with a partially shaven salt and pepper beard that shuddered as he stood.

I notice the In and Out Bag next to where he had been sitting, and his half eaten bag of curly fries.

“We have an extra burger,” he offered.

“I’m vegan,” I retorted angrily.

“I was thinking of becoming one.”

“You should. Eating meat destroys the ozone layer and contributes to global warming. You want to part of the patriarchy?”
“No, I want to end the patriarchy,” he answered uncomfortably, his belly fat jiggling below his ketchup stained T-shirt.
“Then be a vegan,” I demanded.

He looked up, and meekly answered, “I’m a vegan now … I guess,” and smiled that pathetic smile at me.

It was then and there I decided that Gordon would be mine, literally I wanted to own him in the ancient patriarchal way. Somehow I was deeply turned on by his rough and unkempt beta-ness.

I felt the overwhelming urge to dominate him. I had a perfectly agreeable childhood, but majoring in women’s studies at Smith College had taught me that my Daddy who I originally thought was nothing but kind and good to me, was oozing with toxic masculinity that my female ancestors had endured for eons.
Now, I want to feel what is to dominate the other.

“You’re going in the right direction,” I cooed gently, reaching out to touch his arm. He almost jumped back.

“I wonder if this pear shaped dough boy has ever been touched by a girl,” I thought to myself.

“Perrrffect.”

So that’s an except from my upcoming book, 50 Shades of Black, an Antifa SJW Romance- Putting the Patriarchy in Bondage.

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I fully intend on completing finish writing this story provided I get a million dollar advance or if the only alternative is crucifixion.

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