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“First rule of fasting from fuckboys? Cut the wack dick from your diet, and I mean every mutt on the roster. No midnight cravings because you’re bored, no ‘one more chance’ cheat days because it’s been too long. You’re on a soul cleanse, darling, and your crown will shine so much brighter and powerful when you stop letting court jesters eat at your royal table.” You don’t mingle with the peasants.

“Welcome, my gorgeous Goddess, to Never Give These Losers Pussy, the sacred space where we upgrade your crown, your coin, and your control. I am your host, Divine Ruler Ororo Snow, Dominatrix of Destiny, Architect of Luxury, and the high priestess of mutt management. Today’s sermon is called Fasting From Fuckboys, because some of y’all have been acting like Whole Foods is closed and the only thing left to eat is gas station nachos. (Vomit noice) We’re breaking the habit, going on a loser hunger strike, and changing your acceptance patterns. Period.”

🔐 Fasting From Fuckboys 101

Step 1: Recognize the Loser Traits Upront

Fuckboys are essentially emotional junk food. They come wrapped in flashy packaging, six-pack abs, smooth talk, pretty smiles, and late-night sex texts, but if you flip the label over, what’s inside? Lies, fake promises to get your pussy and nothing else, and enough emotional sodium to dehydrate your self-esteem, which should never happen to a Goddess. You’ve got to start seeing them for what they are: fast dopamine that leaves you sluggish and bloated in spirit, sometimes your stomach if you truly are an emotional eater, no shame, but he’s not worth it.

Step 2: Admit You’re Addicted

This is the part where some of y’all clutch your pearls because you know it’s true, but you like the high. You like the chase. You like the chaos. But darling, chaos is not chemistry. It’s just a loss of your time wasted on a loser that’s pushing you deeper into a spiraled depression hole of self-pity and Doritos. If you are honest with yourself, you’ll realize that you are mistaking adrenaline for affection, and that’s why you keep ordering from the same trash menu. But why!!!? What’s the point? Are you really that happy being complacent with toxic, self-destructive sabotage even though you’re the prize? There are other menus to order from, will they also be trash? Not if you know what a trash menu looks like, because you don’t have to order from those.

Step 3: Go Cold Turkey

Ok, I know you’re probably gonna scream at me for saying that, but I don’t mean you have to be celibate, you just need to cut out the fuckboys, and saying that you can’t is not an option. You don’t ‘wean’ off a fuckboy, they’re like crack. They know all the moves, all the games, all the tricks to get you in their pocket. You remove them without warning, you don’t keep him in your contacts, just in case.’ You block. You delete. You exorcise like a possessive demon that the power of Christ is compelling. Fuckboys thrive on micro-doses of your attention because they don’t care for all of it in the least bit, and you know it. Every ‘like,’ every ‘how you been,’ every passive interaction is a bread crumb that keeps the roach coming back. Omg I fucking hate roaches, you can’t get rid of those nasty bitches unless you cut off the supply, then watch how fast they starve. Actually, you won’t be watching at all, you’re moving into a completely new space. Why watch a filthy bug die? It’s gross and beneath you.

Step 4: Fill Your Plate With Real Nourishment

Ok, this is what I meant when I said you didn’t have to go celibate to go cold turkey, there are multi-millions of sluts you can bang if your pussy just needs to feed, but if you’re going to do it, just do it right. Replace the fuckboy junk with something worthy, hobbies that enrich you like yoga or the gym or legos anything but losers, friends who gas you up not miserable hating ass heaux who are keeping their toxic fuckboys, money that works while you sleep, get into investing, and passive income makers, that will take time from the fuckboys front. Remember, when you feed yourself luxury, you stop craving scraps. A woman who is full from her own feast doesn’t even smell the fuckboy bait. You never need his money when you have your own, and yes, you too can make your millions if you dare to try; saying you can’t is only an excuse not to try.

Step 5: Guard Your Appetite

Fasting isn’t just about changing your food intake; it’s about what you let into your orbit, period. Every conversation, every DM, every ratchet fighting video on Facebook, every little ‘you up?’ Sending a reply because you got it and you’re bored is a calorie intake on your energy, and if it’s a bad calorie, then it’s taking away from you. Consume better. Guard your energy intake like a Queen protects her throne room; no one is allowed entry without her permission. Your energy is currency, stop tipping the fuckboy clown who isn’t even making you smile. If you’re gonna have a fuckboy around you at least better be getting shit you want out of the deal, none of that “ I don’t like to ask” or “I’m not a gold digger” bullshit that loser is community dick at best so if you’re letting him in your pussy you better be getting more than unwashed community dick.

Now that we’ve snatched your appetite and trashed the fuckboy stash, let’s roll right into today’s Mutt of the Day, because even when fasting, I still like to keep a few mutts around for entertainment.

🐶 Mutt of the Day

Today’s mutt is #0921, also known as ‘DoorDash bitch.’ This pathetic soul spent three years on standby as the human vending machine for his local situationship. Sis never even learned his last name as a Goddess would, but if she sent a text with an eggplant emoji and the words ‘Chop Chop,’ a bag would appear at her door within 40 minutes. DoorDash bitch thought this was love. Thought he was ‘building trust.’ Thought he was proving himself. No, loser, you were literally her Uber Eats with no app fee.

And the best part? When she finally told him she was seeing someone else, he cried lmfao and still asked if she wanted dessert with that.

DoorDash bitch, you are the perfect trained mutt tale. You are Exhibit A in the museum of male mediocrity. You are why fasting from fuckboys is mandatory, because you show that a Goddess can drain you dry for nothing in return, and you’ll ask if she has room for dessert.

To all my potential mutts listening, understand this: in my empire, your obedience and service must elevate me, not drain me. If you think you’re auditioning for a role, you'd better bring something God would keep. You want in? Tribute first. Always. Links in the show notes.

👑 Command of the Day

Your Command of the Day is simple: Audit Your Contacts. Go through your phone and block three numbers that have been giving you gas station nachos. I promise your friends would love to hear that story rather than the same old, “I saw him again and it was trash…. Again” for the millionth time. If he’s ever ghosted you, breadcrumbed you, or used the phrase ‘I’m not ready for a relationship,’ he’s gone, might as well be dead to you. If you can’t find three, you’re lying to yourself. Do it now.

Every number you delete is an act of self-respect. Every block button you press is a deposit into your spiritual savings account. Stop overdrafting your soul for clowns.

🔮 Closer

That’s it for today’s fasting sermon, my gorgeous goddess. Remember: starve the clowns, feed the crown. Keep your plate full of love, luxury, and loyalty because it is truly out there, and you have more than enough tools to find it now. If you loved this episode, subscribe to Never Give These Losers Pussy wherever you listen to podcasts and share it with one goddess who needs to put herself back on her own menu, changing your ways for these fuckboy sluts has gained you nothing, you’re menu is better.

Follow me for more sermons and mutt management training: @SoftEdgeSharpTongue and @GalleryOroroSnow on Instagram, @NeverGiveTheseLoserPussy on Substack, and @OroroSnow everywhere else. Suppose your roster is full of losers who don’t consider your pleasure or elevate your lifestyle. In that case, you don’t have a roster, you have a clown car that needs to be set on fire, and remember, you don’t have to be celibate to fast from fuckboys, but you should Never Give These Losers Pussy. Bye.