You will never be a real *****phile. You have no island, you have no intention, you have no escorts. You are a lonely man twisted by ***** and jews into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is from fellow hedonists who try to brainwash themselves into believing that it's ok. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out weirdos with incredible efficiency. Even *****s who “get laid” will eventually get caught because of their hedonism and paraphillia. Your dick is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk pre-***** girl home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your hedonistic, paraphilliac desires.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you, activists will desecrate your grave, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a *****phile is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably deformed.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.