This log is a timeline of total emasculation.

Each photo is a timestamped confession: a limp, useless, soft-fleshed white failure dangling in humiliation. Not once does it rise. Not once does it show promise. Because it has none. This isn’t a cock—it’s a prop. A joke. A permanently disqualified participant in masculinity.

And the captions don’t lie:
– Rated. Measured. Mocked.
– Timestamped reminders that your clit was never enough.
– Publicly displayed, because hiding it won’t make it grow.
– You chose to submit to Black superiority, and now you’re documenting the journey to your own erasure.

Welcome to your museum of shame, bitch.
Now scroll down and remember: this is all you are.