The Serious Illness We’re All Ignoring

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In chronological order these are the faces of dickmatism. I too have been dickmatised, I’m talking caught him cheating point blank and lied to myself. The world is a difficult place, adding ambition to that equation compounds the issue, making great peen the best stress reliever. Suddenly all your worries are out the window, but at what cost? Your dignity, self-respect, family, friends…is it worth it? If the carrier isn’t a toxic nigga, yes.

After Alexis Bellino returned to RHOC, popping off from her first scene, then attacking one Shannon Beador, I knew, knew, John Janssen possess a magic stick. Otherwise Alexis would not be fiercely protective of Johnny J. Granted, after her misogynistic ex-husband she deserves this. I remember rewatching an episode where Alexis wanted to start a career and he shut her down. Juxtaposed by Terry Dubrow supporting Heather Dubrow in that same 40 minutes. My heart broke for Alexis as she was pigeonholed into being solely a housewife & mother, having nothing for herself.

Vicki Gunvalson almost lost everything dear to her because of Brooks. Once she turned on her kids I knew she was in deep, sis was sick. I say this all to say, dickmatism needs to be regarded as a serious illness. If I didn’t stop having sex with my toxic ex I would’ve never escaped, I promise you. I’m talking full on inappropriate conversations with other women, classified ads for booty calls via Craigslist, arguing with my friends and family due to his disrespect, crying myself to sleep. Dickmatism is real. It can literally destroy your life. Where’s the lie? Via: E!News, Us Weekly & The Blast

Bravo’s Biggest Liar

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Until looking at the comments of this post, I didn’t realize how many liars are on Bravo! People were just rattling off names, leaving me deceased. Lisa Rinna, Erika Jayne, Jax Taylor, but the two names that rung the truest to me: Brooks and Jen Shah, in that order. Literally Brooks lied about cancer, cancer. Was his then girlfriend Vicki Gunvalson in on it? This left viewers divided, as we watched Brooks ruin the relationships with her friends and family. What I do know is Vicky was 100% dickmatized; her kids were her life, she was borderline overbearing, so for her to turn on Brianna takes addiction.
The second biggest liar is Jen Shah, she lied until she took that plea deal. The level of emotion she gave for that lie is bonkers, I’m talking tears, indignant speeches, guilt trips, rage…she needed to go to jail. I know she punched Heather Gay, who kept quiet as not to add to her sentence.
That’s it, there is no number three. Trying to place the rest in order is too much mental work, it’d take a power point presentation with a picture of each culprit next to their lies. How do you even rate it afterwards? The quantity of lies told, or how big the lie was? Do truth’s cancel out the lies (Jax lied A LOT, but he also told the truth on others who were lying)? Bravo, bravo, fucking bravo! Who is the biggest liar to you? Via: Housewife Haikus

Sometimes You Dickmatize Me

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Robin Isley

Crying was my full time job. I was a horrible example for my younger siblings, especially my baby sister. Out of four years, the first six months were the only good ones. We couldn’t stop fighting, but our big toes interlocked perfectly, and that was enough to prove we were meant to be.

You went home to Seattle for a week, leaving me to man our abode alone. I spent the first day solo productively doing errands. How fortunate were we, to live ten blocks north of where I grew up? So I could do our laundry for free at my parents house. After lugging it back to 99th and 3rd, it was time to find a better paying job. Attempting to send out my resume, I click the wrong icon and end up in your inbox. My heart seizes. Several ladies have replied to a men for women ad you posted on Craigslist, with bikini clad photos. Bile churns in my stomach. A flash of heat runs through my body, followed by a wave of chills. Try to stop a waterfall from gushing forward with the palm of your hand. The battle between my lower eyelids and my tears. I am heartbroken. How could you?

Confronted you accuse me of snooping, invading your privacy. Suddenly, I’m adjuring you to believe that it was an accident. That I was just applying places, please forgive me. This moment perfectly encapsulates our relationship. You do something horrendous and I apologize for it. Later you tell me you’re lonely in Seattle and just looking for friends. I stay. It takes five years for me to realize you were home, with all the people you know and love.

“Have you ever been hypnotized by the D? Dickmatized?” – Lucas Ross

I thought my friend made it up, but dickmatism is real. I couldn’t leave you, because the sex was so good I cried that time. Like your member was crafted specifically for mine. Yes, sex can be so good it blinds you to the emotional abuse, overt cheating, mean comments and overall deteriorating partnership.

There are many types of lovers, ours was the fate of karmic soulmates. Something unresolved from a past life together, we agreed to fix in this lifetime. This is why we loved so intensely, fought so hellaciously, break up, then make up. The cycle continues until the lesson is learned and the karmic debt settled. Then and only then can you move on.

Yes. Yes I have been dickmatized. Only when I learned to stop having sex with you was I set free.