The Femcel–Klown Konnection

My internalized misogyny is such that I have a dick. —Kum the Klown

Kum the Klown was born a girl clown, therefore born into a life of suffering unimaginable to boy clowns, even the saddest and most beleaguered!

The pain of being born dead–alive as a girl clown is such that self hate is guaranteed and love of pain is a default coping mechanism.

A femcel is anyone who has been brutalized, consumed, and destroyed by men.

By that definition, Kum the Klown is a femcel many times over!

Shallowness comes from a place of impotence, and fear of impotence makes the world go ‘round. The world is run by ineffectual men who project their insecurities, fear, and shame onto the feminine. The feminine, a natural sponge, absorbs all of this. We study our flaws in the reflection of impotence, reduce or augment ourselves to maximize erectile potential.

We enable impotence and call our enablement empowerment when, in fact, it is ouroboric entropy. We sacrifice ourselves at the altar of self-loathing, food for male death gods who destroy us with our own self-destruction.

The way women have bought into fear of male impotence is clowning, like the “child’s scary drawing” of tits we have become. We have become sex clowns.

Maybe it turns you on, like how clowns make you laugh, but it’s also vaguely frightening, like how clowns are scary!

What does male impotence look like? An army of porn against a half-hearted erection. Centerfolds with bulls-eye holes for playing jiz darts. Stick figures with humongous circles for tits, magic marker dots for nipples, scribble-scrabble for cum.

It looks like the cum cow co-opted by the monstrous masculine and turned into the diabolical cum cow.

Kum the Klown dons the clown makeup in solidarity with all women who have been forced into sex clowning by male impotence.

The Dick Inside: all femcels have “honorary” dicks.