Sometimes the mistakes or intentional obfuscation of truth she makes (I do not know which but both dishonesty and blustery incompetency make me mad) lead me to consider how cool a consented-to hatefuck with her might be.

After all even with the shit she spews and irritating hoop earrings, she has an attractive face and am guessing she seems lean enough to have a decent silhouette.

Beyond primal appearance-based lust one also admires her charisma. Prob not a consistent viewer opinion but I have only disliked her false narrative, not her voice or tone. Not to say she ranks highest among youtubers in term of audio attraction… But she is not at the bottom either. At worst there can be monotone moments and stoic disingenuous eyes.

I also get off to flaws sometimes since the empathy they inspire breeds a sense of connection. Even if one is not sure exactly what they are.

If.actually genuinely concerned I can admire wanting strong female characters in games. Even if she.is clearly too inexperienced a game to recognize they are already present in games.

I can empathize with being.gullible and jumping to conclusions due to lack of exposure to media. I prob heard of 100x as many anime series over the coarse of scoring the genre than I did in the.first year. Its cute when people experience enough.of a culture to consider themselves part of it and then jump to the mistake of thinking they know it.

I can also.empathize with laziness. I mean, who knows, maybe her feeling part of game culture started.by watching others play games. I know as a kid I would visit my friend and spend time just sitting there watching him run through single player and discuss the game and char and moves as I wondered what the game was lime since I had not seen it before and my friend knew more about it than me. Maybe she just sucked at playing so used others play footage since they could get far enough into the game to reach the parts she wanted to bash.

I guess when I think about it though, in this context of assuming (however irrational) the prospect of genuine moral intent, the hatefuck isn’t really about hatingnthe person as a.whole. It is like being filled with a sense of loathing for personal characteristics that only make up a portion of the individual contrasted by still loving other parts of the. This is why I could not hatefuck Saddam Hussein or Osama Bin Laden. First because my sexual orientation must be misandrist since it gravitates toward gynophilia, and more recently because necrophilia is only appealing with Tim Burton films.

Course the flip side, reserved for last ironically since it is more believable, is exploring the idea of her being disingenuous. Like her not believing what she.says and simply doing it because it fits feminist narrative and she knows it will given her views and money.

Like the previous possibility the flipside of the hatefuck is that it is also an admirefuck. On one hand you are piss at the dishonesty of misrepresenting games and anime. Of doing so little work in return for all the bucks people donate. Of misrepresenting gamers and their beliefs on Colbert.

But the resolution though is you have a begrudging respect for her business skills. The effort it takes to lie convincingly. How to sandwich falsehoods in lies to make them palatable, hard to detect. I hate itnand yet… I love it, that confidence.

It brings out that masochistic “berate me more” side. Whether based on misunderstanding or apathetic/callous opportunism or malice, they all simply flavor a strange appeal in having a strong woman impose her will on you. Whether it is Love Hina where Naru wrongly thinks you snuck.in her.bath or Bleach and an Espada just wants to be at the top of the world even if it means eating you for being in the space she claims. I wonder if this is the male equiv to women wanting to stay with men who are violent with them? Prob not the healthiest but still the feels I experience.

Part of the appeal of the hatefuck might also be the mystery. She says untruths yet whatever evidence suggests I can never know absolutely sure why. If I lust for punishing a sexy genius villainess there is that small chance she is a well-meaning lazy bimbo who putnher trust in the wrong people to inform her of the nature of games. Not taking the time to do her own playthroughs her experience was shaped by the choices made by other gamers. Not grasping her agency and exploring the virtual worlds could have blinded her. Think the diff between speed runs and 100% completes where you come every inch of a map and talk to all the NPCs. Someone who did that before and skips it on a replay and you watch the replay you would not share the knowledge they accrued in their first go.

In contrast if you last on to the well-meaning airhead (something I am guilty of thinking of Orihime as, yet grew to love and respect her) there is that sneaking suspicion of the selfish genius villain to worry you.

In a way that is exciting because you would be out of your comfort zone. Even if presented with an face you would not know which is real. Your imagination would reel at the possibilities of imagining the complexity you are with.

This applies to consensual scenarios whether you are the active seducer or the passive seduced. In either fantasy (or reality for those who engage in consensual.hatefuck) there is mystery as to the nature of.the encounter. Who are you connecting with? Am I being valued? Which virtue I consider to be in her is present? Which vice or flaw? Or is she someone beyond the means of my imagination at present and is there a whole other person to get to know? Will she want to snuggle me or stab me? Try to conceive my baby or conceive of a false rape story so she can shtick to my suffering because my cock could not sate her sadism? The suspense fascinates the mind.

Another area of suspense is analyzing the reason a sex partner would consent to a hatefuck. Like firstly… Do they know it is one? Is it rape if you do not volunteer the info that you have some hateful stirrings mixed in with your lust so they can make an informed choice? Would it also be rape if you grew to love someone you fucked and didn’t tell them because you were shy it they consented on the assumption you did not love them and it would remain that way?

If someone did know or think their partner was hatefuking them, would they hatefuck them back? Each holding misgivings and criticisms about the other yet consenting to mash pubes in an effort to grind through them and through physical intimacy bring to surface deeper connections and shared values each suspects are in the other?

Or would she be bereft of hate, either due to me being too lowly to be worth hating, like a dog? Or only full of love for my values and seeing their criticisms as just admonishments?

All mystery. Also all fantasy in the case of Anita as she is obv. in a distinct league of personality I do not realistically see myself achieving to warrant her interest or consent. Course that never stopped a bro from fapping to Sarah Michelle Gellar. It takes sexist social justice commercials and The Crazy Ones to accomplish that.

One thing some do to lend an air of believability to out-of-league fap fantasies (hatefuck or not) might be to turn them into comitting-raps fantasies. I think this only works for very self-assured people though. It is one thing to imagine Diabolic-aligned giantess from Dyval named Leviathan trying to kill or rape you for no good reason and then turning the tables and channeling Giant Man to overpower her and get lusty revenge. In that case it works because her game stats literally tell you the crux of who she is and her motives. Other cases, not just real but even unstaffed fictional ones, don’t work so easy. You question who these people are and if you might in some way empathize with whatever emotions underlying their reprehensible acts which disqualify them from immunity from your unbridled sexual impulse. IE you might at first think it is okay to rape Maleficent if she turns into a dragon and tries to fry you even though you didn’t attack her. But then you might not know that Riku fucked her heart with his keyblade or that Snow and Charming kidnapped her baby or she thinks all humans want to eat dragon eggs or insert whatever tragic vackstory the Jolie flick had since In haven’t seen it yet.

I think the hesitence that comes with conceiving characters beyond 2d stereotypes isnwhat inevitably sneaks in to boner-kill an initially appealing rape4socialJustice scenario. Which is probably a good thing because if you can avoid this trope with fictional chars or celebrities who we are far more prone to exaggerating, it would deter someone from making those kinds of assumptions with people they actually encounter.

Cause nothing kills a rape fantasy like thinking the subject might suffer profoundly from it ( some superficial discomfort is fine though, its linked to viewing the subject as strong and capable of tolerating or growing from it, maybe even enjoying if sharing in some of my masochistic tendencies he it physical or emotional discomfort) cept of course sadists.

Those are a whole other issue and I am torn because on one hand I have fantasized about being raped by or raping a sadistic character or person. Which means I value them and cannot mentally throw then out as worthless like Osama. Yet I do not share the trait. If I were to ever delight in the discomfort of someone I was sexualky attracted to it would be mixed with misgivings if it were serious and only be fine if it were for superficial temporary things like the sting of a spank or an insult for most people. Only when you get into the realm of Devil Lords who have 50 000 MDC and regent 1D4x100 per melee round and regent lost limbs in hours can one even begin to conceive of the possibility that fictional supernatural alien immortals whove lived millenia might genuinely get off on anything worse.

I guess even when you think about hatefucking someone who initiates sex by raping you ( not sure if it continues to be rape if you begin to participate and enjoy it. According to feminist narrative I am to think no, but I would personally feel torn over accountability issues at that point ) there is still a sense of being valued even if merely in some guttural living dildo “you’re all who is available in this mineshaft and I need a distraction” sort of way ( the environments one will surmise to add believability when one has low self-esteem)

Not to mention the hope that passing or fancy might lead to some greater appreciation of who you are. Like if Anita thought you were worthless but it turns out she did actually play one game and it was Duck Tales and she discovers you did too when making a pogo stick joke about how she bounces on your cock as she rapes you to exert her power over you. Then suddenly you are both joking about Dick Tales and.wondering how it is that Launchpad always manages to be there for Scrooge and Darkwing simultaneously. Then suddenly the hate fades from her eyes as her rape ride slows. Empathy growing as she dismounts out of regret for violating you out of consent, the sharp fragment of a shattered Wii disc dropping to the cave floor as she removes it from your throat, you pause her assent with a reassuring hand on the thigh. It is okay now. You were raping but now you have permission Anita. Then tears and blushing as her tsuntsun lazy selfish materialist mask melts away to revealna deredere humanist side of a damaged blooming gamer girl who never played another video game again because she could never actually climb the bat stairs to concuss Dracula enough times to recover the stolen McDuck treasure. Then once you escape the cave and find her a NES emulator and ROM for her PC legally acquired Wii U port of a game from 25 years ago she takes another stab and succeeds! Satisfaction on her face she goes on to conquer other games and upload her own playthroughs.

Or maybe not because only misogynist shitlords play Duck Tales because it stars a male protagonist versus male antagonist and females only play a supporting role.in it that falls short of the more active involvement they had in the tv series and comics.