Posts Tagged ‘confidence’

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Baby, You’re A Firework – CUM On, Let Your Colours Burst

January 16, 2014

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Originally i was going to title this “Let Hypergamy Work For You”, but not enough of my bullet points have anything to do with it, so i changed it.

I am going to disagree with Roosh here about whether making a woman orgasm is worth your time. While there are some groups of women for which it is pointless to try, my belief it’s a very small group of undesirable women that fit into it which will be addressed within the post.

I say make her pleasure your number one priority <unless your purpose is solely for instant gratification>. Personally, i love taking an active interest in taking the girl i’m with to new heights of pleasure. Seeing her delight and excite under my oral ministrations and methodical motions, witnessing her undulate by my design – enhances my own pleasure center. My biggest loads have always come from simply observing a woman revel in her sexual delight! Words cannot do justice how aroused i become seeing a woman’s sexual excitement of which i am it’s chief architect (that fall within my acceptable parameters for reasonable playful enthusiastic sex. Those who need to be choked, slapped, gagged, beaten and humiliated to enjoy it need not apply).

And the effort reaps rewards a plenty.

Here’s my list of reasons why.

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Worth – Put into Proper Context

January 12, 2014

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Happy New Years.

I was in a line up at Walmart today, and my eyes did what they naturally do without any thought or hesitation.

I was checking out women. Cute. Bangworthy. Long legs. Hot. Nice smile. Doe eyes. Lashes. Peacock fashion. The works.

And.. dun dun dun… i was comparing them against each other. Which was hotter than, more doable, better looking etc..

All being done in milliseconds of thought with just hovering glances.

It’s what i do. It’s what the male brain does. I don’t question it, i revel in it. I feel no shame, i was born to do this. It just took me a long time to accept it as who i am rather than twist and contort myself into believing feminist bullshit of constructs and worth.

As i caught myself checking out a really gorgeous woman standing next to a not so well-off member of her sisterhood – a voice in my head from an age past jumped into my head. The sound of a feminist woman telling me

“Oh, so we’re only as valuable to you as we are attractive. Nothing else about us is redeemable or contains value. Our worth is entirely dependent on how hot we look to *YOU* men!”

Or some shit to that effect.

I realized right there in that line, was the voice of feminist thought that was once spoken by me, long before i crossed the Rubicon into the world of redpill.

When i was a beta chump.

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Do You Feel Lucky Punk? Well… Do Ya?

December 21, 2013

ED: Side note. I’m thoroughly pissed off because i already had this post done up and ready to send, but because my wordpress phone app didn’t have the new security 2 step authentication enabled, it only saved it to local drafts. When i finished the process, my local drafts got wiped. Stupid fucking app.

OK, from my memory.

Protip: If you ever find yourself telling yourself you are so lucky to be with your partner, you might as well pack it in, tag it and bag it. What you are admitting to is that you don’t deserve the relationship you have. You aren’t good enough for it. You haven’t earned it. You haven’t worked for it and are probably being used for something. Your relationship is terminal and running on borrowed time.

You are inherently telegraphing that your SMV balance is woefully tipped in her favor and that she holds all the power in the relationship and that you are simply just grateful that she is MERCIFULLY putting up with your pathetic self.

The only person in a relationship that should be “FEELING” lucky about anything is the woman. Now i know that might piss some femmies off, because you know.. Vagina. They would loathe the idea that they have to be the ones to feel ‘lucky’.. that it should be instead guys who should feel so lucky to be partnered with them, their big Wymins studies brains, their bigger Michelin Man physiques, or their biggest personalities! But trust me here. If women want to be happy, and if a relationship is to survive.. it is SHE who must FEEL lucky.

Without her feeling that, the relationship will not matter. The golden rule of all relationships – It is not how you (the man) feel that is important, it is how the woman feels.* Of course, game gives you an edge/advantage in that you know both how to instill and create this feeling within her, it also eliminates the one-i-tus that could potentially trap you into being a slave to keep a shitty relationship. Rather it lets you assert yourself authoritatively to either correct the problem or NEXT her if it’s not worth the effort.

[*This only pertains to 'normal' LTR relationships with fairly mentally stable women. Emotionally broken/daddy's issues girls who gravitate towards abusive bad boys don't fit this mold because the bad boy doesn't care how the woman feels yet she persists on sticking to him like a fly to shit. For her, she always feels like the lucky one. She's so lucky to have a guy who cares. She can tell how much he cares by the amount of force in his punches lol! Only a guy who cares that much will set her straight and put her in her place lolzlzozlzo. 2nd protip: if you're looking for a real relationship, avoid these broken birds like the plague]

A woman MUST feel lucky in her relationship in order to look up to and respect her man. She has to feel lucky in having attained you to satiate her hypergamy. She must believe that she has snagged a man above other men, a man that all the other girls wanted. She has to feel that she hooked a man above her station to satiate her feminine need to challenge other women in the Olympics of Inter-sexual competition.

She has to believe she’s lucky to have eeked the GOLD MEDAL in those Olympics from all the other ‘adversaries’.

I’ll say it again. The only person who should ever consider themselves ‘lucky’ to be with someone in a relationship should be the female. It can’t work the other way around. It would be folly and destined for disaster.

You as a guy can feel happy and great about your choice of companion or love interest. You can feel proud and secure in the fact that you did all that was necessary to instill in a woman you desired, a sexy, smart, adorable, bang-able, high SMV cutie the feeling of wanting to claim you for herself. And if she’s exceptionally beautiful, bangable, and makes you the king of your castle, looks up to you and respects you.. and you’re ugly as fuck… well shit. You got some seriously tight game son. You might even admit to yourself that you landed yourself someone way outside your pay grade that you normally wouldn’t have. You might almost say you punched well above your weight and got lucky.. except you didn’t.. because you’re not… you EARNED IT.

YOU, as a guy should NEVER feel lucky to be with the woman you are with.  The second you enter the “I’m so lucky!” zone a countdown begins. A countdown to disintigration.

Whether it be 20 years, 20 months, 20 weeks, 20 days, 20 hours, 20 fucking minutes or heaven help you…

20 seconds!

Jamaican bride dumps new husband 20 MINUTES after arriving in the UK… and guess who paid for her £5k visa

‘Of course I was pinching myself over how lucky I’d been to end up with such a beautiful young woman. But the relationship was getting better over time so I wasn’t suspecting any kind of sting operation.’

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As If I Needed An Example of Unconstructive Anger

December 6, 2013

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As if it right on que, Vox over at AlphaGame delivers a perfect example of my observation that women, when presented with the reality of how things actually work – they lose their shit.

Can you imagine how much laughter women would engage in if Omega’s swamped the forums chastising women for not seeing their online video gaming and socially awkward behavior as attractive, going so far as to blast all women for not finding their World of Warcraft sexually desirable by stating:

“The truth is that all the men that are ”pissed off” are just very saddened by the level of female stupidity.”

Quote adapted from Luka’s quote on AlphaGame

You hear that women! To those of you who scream “YOU CAN’T NEGOTIATE DESIRE” i say PAH! You can and you WILL if you know what’s good for you. You like confident, dominant, alpha men that make your blood race and you’re lower lips wet between your hips? You stupid bitch.. you should be going after those lanky, pimply faced nerds playing D&D in their mothers basement!

Please go over and read his post Short-haired humor.

Then if you have to, re-read Where Anger Leads.

Off The Cuff’s advice twisted to fit what feminism asks of society:

There are two components of Feminist though: getting women to first *abandon* reality and to impose their preconceived notions of how things should work, and then, shaming men into accepting that worldview.

The former drives the latter.

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Confidence is like “Magic” to Women

November 21, 2013

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They don’t really care to know how the illusion is created, they just want to be excited by the trick!

“Fake it till you make it” – Or so the saying goes around these parts. I’ve already written about Confidence once, but i though i’d expand on it and how i believe women ‘experience‘ this thing men exude.

You see,

  • Most people can’t step into the Octagon with a world champion MMA fighter and simply say “I’m confident i can take that motherfucker down!” – You’re face will end up looking like the bloody steak in the meat section of your local supermarket.
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  • Most people can’t  walk into a dōjō and simply say “Yo, you and you’re silly little black-belt are going down right here, right now bitch!” – Chances are, a doctor will be putting a cast on you somewhere.
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  • Most people can’t  walk onto an military firing range and dare the master marksman “I’ll bet you my house i can hit that target 1.5 kilometers away before you do!” – You’ll be crying while packing your bags and taping up the boxes for the movers.
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You simply cannot be a novice and expect to beat masters with years of practice under their belt with simple platitudes of ‘just be more confident’. That’s kind of like throwing a never touched water neophyte into a raging torrent of fast moving water and saying stupid shit like “Just tread water!” or “Move your arms dammit!” or “Don’t breathe while under the water!!!”

Now, you can get lucky once in a while, so fake it till you make it has merit, but the true goal is to become proficient until you can replicate victory over and over successfully, by knowing you have the ability to cash the cheques your ego is writing!

That is where true confidence stems from. Natural confidence comes from external sources of validation and receptivity. It’s no secret that many good looking people exude natural confidence simply because people are more receptive and accepting of them (just ask Ted Bundy), more forgiving of faults or misdeeds by the beautiful people. It’s why we go “Awwwwww” when the cute little dog is taking a shit on the carpet and chewing on your shoes and biting your hand when you put it in the food bowl.. but you squish a creepy spider under your shoe without remorse, even tho it does the environment good by eating the pesky blood sucking mosquitoes! Spiders be creepy yo.

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Once again, i’ve gone off track. Naturals are confident because they’re used to society being agreeable with them from the starting gate. Everyone else from average on down has to work for and succeed at things to build on confidence. We all know this is true.

Yet..

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Thank You

October 25, 2013

Style: "Mad Men" January Jones (Betty Draper) and Don Draper (Jon Hamm)(apologies in advance, a lot of rambling and repeating in this post. it’s a poor writing effort but i just wanted to put this out there anyways. i’m too tired to play copy editor tonight. cheers)

I hear it often now, or some variation of it.

I hear it now where i once did not.

I hear it coming from the mouths of women. All women.

It used to only come from Asian women (who seem to naturally retain their femininity and deference, at least towards white men), and the elderly (who grew up in a time of chivalry).. but now it comes from  all women.

Young, old, thin, thick, blonde, brunette, redhead, hot, fugly, liberal, conservative. Maybe even feminists?

Doesn’t matter. They’re all saying it to me when i hold it open.

The door.

Yes folks, i still end up holding doors for ladies. Always have, always will. Le sigh..

So i have to ask “What’s changed?”

Why am i now getting thank you’s left right and center for an action that hasn’t changed one iota. The action of holding a door open for a woman?

One of two things.

  1. Either the women have changed in reflection to a society that seems to be further distancing itself from the pollution that is feminism and attempting to regain/retain chivalry because it is scared that feminism has driven men to the brink of abandoning all women
  2. Or i have changed, and women are not reacting to the action itself, but in how the action is performed.. and by whom.

The first may be a plausible scenario, but would still not explain the 100% increase in pleasant responses i have received. Such a percentile change would mean that this sea change has already taken place. We all know that isn’t the case, and the statistical odds of me running into woman after woman like this would be astronomical.

So i must conclude that a majority of it is they are responding to ME as the variable that changed in the equation.

Now.. i’m not saying i’m James fucking Bond, i’m not. I would never classify myself as an ‘alpha’. More like a reformed beta, gone into greater Beta. But those moments when i nail confidence down and am truly feeling it.. you’d be hard pressed to distinguish.

And it kind of makes sense to me now, when i think of who i was back then.. and who i am now. My firm belief is women of all stripes, colors, creeds and ideologies will be receptive to ‘MEN’ who open doors for them if they are attracted enough to them ever so briefly to consider what a possible tryst might be like. Experience tells me that women certainly abhor the idea of being inseminated with unfit and unworthy semen, so they would hiss upon undesirable men who might seek to curry favor by being chivalrous in the hopes of romantic persuasion.

When i was undesirable.. most women would find ways to bend space and time in an effort to avoid acknowledging my gesture.

Today, especially when wearing my tank-tops during the summer, women couldn’t curtsy and say Thank You fast enough, their smiles betraying their thoughts. The second glance they’d shoot me farther away granted me the same feeling as a scientist when his theory pans out correctly.

Simply from the way and manner in which i confidently open a door.

And it is without reservation that all aspects of Game helped me get here. From my initial Dark Triad game which got me out of my nightmare, to learning about Game and attraction, along with Inner Game and fixing the core. Every facet of game helped.

I’ve tracked a lot of my incoming traffic, i like to see who’s talking about me and what i’m adding to the discussion. I have seen my name alot on a lot of forums and so forth. I do recall one person saying that they liked what i wrote but that i still used too much PUA crap in my writing. They don’t like the concept of ‘pretending to be someone you’re not‘ or ‘faking it till you make it‘. What they’re actually saying tho is that they are scared of working on changing themselves for the better and instead should simply be accepted as they are.

(Fat acceptance anyone?)

To each their own, i won’t dictate to any man how they wish to live. I only show my own example from where i started – to where i’ve ended up as an example for others to explore if they so choose. They think that people who peddle game are parasites taking advantage of the vulnerable.

Suffice it to say, you can see i offer no books, courses or any monetary sink holes for people to fall into. While i will agree that there is a group of people who sell the downtrodden unreasonable hopes of landing HB9’s with 3 simple questions that will make her want to fuck you, and the idea that you can turn a love shy, introverted, and socially awkward wallflower into a Mac Daddy over the course of a weekend seminar is selling snake oil at it’s finest.. it doesn’t invalidate the central tenets of Game philosophy, Evo Psych and attraction triggers evolved from our cavemen ancestors. Or as Private Man says – Biology Always Wins.

I think what rubs some of these guys the wrong way (and i will concur) is that alot of the salesmen are duplicitous charlatans who start off from a dubious premise. I’ll use Paul Janka as an example. This guy sells ‘The Attraction Formula’.. and for what it’s worth, i read it. I read it 3 weeks after breaking up with my exwife. I downloaded it from das Pirate Bay so i didn’t contribute to the pool of unfortunate men funding him. The book is almost a collection of core game rules that you could end up figuring out for yourself if you spent enough time bloghopping in the sphere. The reason i pick on Paul is because he starts his sales pitch with a doozy (and i’m paraphrasing because i can’t recall it) that sounds something like this:

Look at me, i’m not the most attractive, or good looking guy out there. I’m Joe Average. But with my system, you can get laid with many different women, one for every day of the week!

  • Full head of hair – check
  • 5 oclock shadow – check
  • masculine jawline – check
  • dark full eyebrows – check
  • alpha features and facial tone – check
  • perfect teeth – check
  • looks great in a suit – check

Yes. Joe Average indeed.

I do not see him as having trouble with woman since he has his foot half way through the door and many women will be pleased to be approached by him. It’s his ball to fumble afterwords but he has ‘Game’ built into his face.

I’ll bet most of his students do not. There are some guys who will never be able to pull HB9’s no matter what. Like attracts like and +/- a point or two is the basic operating trend.

So yes, the detractors of game have a point i might concede in that some people who peddle game are really selling false hopes in order to monetize on the misfortunes of the beta to omega class. I’ll grant that.

I’m not one of them. I’m not peddling anything other than a collection of my stories and my transformation (and the odd rant or two about rape/sluts/frivorces/mens rights/mgtow advice/yadayada) nothing more.

So it hurts when people say that learning game is bogus, or it sucks that you have to act or pretend, and they feel like they’d be tired sooner or later having to keep up the facade.

When you fulfill your transformation, there is no facade.. there is only you.

It is not the spoon that bends, only your mind.

I can surely assure them and assuage their feelings that i am neither pretending to be someone else or faking anything. I am not ‘play acting’. I am the very same person who i was 20 years ago, in mind and spirit. The only thing that changed is how i present myself to the world.

Through my physical appearance, to the better fitting and fashionable clothes, to the grooming (and accepted loss of hair gone cue ball, embracing instead of ashamin’), to fixing my teeth, and learning both what women find attractive (and being able to fit in without much fuss), and knowing what they find unattractive (and knowing when and by how much to taper off the bad beta), and in knowing when not to partake in any drama or fuss (mgtow, knowing my objective real value, treating myself as the prize, no pussy pedestal, easy dismissal of entitled brats/whores).

Game isn’t all smoke and mirrors, fakery, pimp hats and feather boa’s. Those who are internally confident and sure of themselves can use game as a supplement and make it a  part of who they are, and it doesn’t come off as awkward, unnatural or pathetic. And you don’t get internally confident just by repeating pickup lines like a parrot. You can’t fake it for long, if at all. Once you fix the core, it’s not faking.

There’s no fakery when i can carry on a conversation with a women and lace it with sexual tension and innuendo, and hold eye contact throughout. 3 years ago i wouldn’t be able to say anything sexually charged without blushing and averting her eyes like a sheepish shy omega.

Those who dismiss game, are simply dismissing learning and mastering the ability to have control over ones actions. You can look at game as a means to learn shortcuts to attraction, but without the inner confidence of actually knowing it, you end up looking like a punk who writes cheques his body can’t cash. I look at game more as a means to help you prevent your beta/gamma unattractive traits from coming to the surface and letting ‘the real you’ shine through.

As i go through life now, i don’t think.. i just do. I’m not acting, I am ME. Inner game allowed me to become the best me possible. Game itself taught me how to curb my unattractive traits so that i only present the very best me possible at all times.

When i’m walking down the street with my head held high, walking tall, cock leading me.. i’m not acting. It is what i have become. 5 years ago i was a slouching, foot dragging, shoulders/head in front of cock beta.

When i’m telling a joke to a female, i smile, hold the gaze, laugh and keep my head face to face with my recipient. I do not stutter over my words, mess up punch lines, giggle throughout the joke, snort, or sheepishly look at the floor while in the company of women.

When i’m speaking with people, i’m cognoscent of how i speak, modulating the inflections of my voice, maintaining control, holding my frame and using gestures only when required. I speak like i walk, poised and with purpose. I am thinking about what i am going to say before i say it. What i don’t do is ramble, get stuck on ‘uhhh’s, let my voice enter tonal ranges of a prepubescent teenager, or flail my arms around like an airline ground traffic controller hopped up on speed and coke.

And yes, even something as simple as opening a door. I calculate in advance whether to pick up my pace to make it to the door in time, smoothly and effortlessly, or slow down if i feel i’m too far away. I open the door in one fluid motion and position myself in front of the door with ease, and attain eye contact, and smile. I do not run at a sprint towards the door, i do not make it obvious it was planned, i do not struggle with the door or flail like a flag in the wind. I don’t behave submissively at the door or look at the floor. I don’t park my ass behind the door.

And all this happens now without me consciously even thinking about it. There are moments where i falter or trip, but i recover so much quicker and easier as well.

These changes didn’t happen overnight, and it wasn’t parlor tricks or a wearing eye makeup and pretending to be a pirate.

These were life changes to make me better, while retaining the essence of who i was. I didn’t change, but what i presented to the world did!

Anyone who says that learning Game is basically acting or pretending to be someone you’re not simply hasn’t grasped how to effectively use it, and how to actualize their full potential.

I am still the exact same person i was 20 years ago. I am a geek. I love Transformers. I would play Dungeons and Dragons if i had the time and friends. I love technology. None of that has changed. But you would never imagine the night and day difference between me then and me now if you saw me next to my 20 year old beta shmuck self. And now that it has become a part of me and who i am, (and because i chose well in terms of who i partnered up with) it is not a chore, not a burden, not some terrible fate that i must continue to ‘pretend’ or ‘act’ or ‘behave’ in some manner that i will eventually get tired of or slip up and revert to beta. Having fully embraced being masculine.. it is not a chore, rather it is something i welcome and enjoy being. I stood in the frame and by golly… i kinda fucking like it here!

What has changed is how i present myself. I don’t make Transformers or video games the epicenter of my life like 20 years ago I’m not the bashful non-confident nerd of 15 years ago. I’m not the quiet meek voice of 10 years ago. I’m not the posture of a doormat i was 5 years ago. . everything about who i am now is having put into practice reclaiming my masculinity, and working hard to create real value in myself so my confidence in myself is also real and not just ‘acting’ or a parlor trick.

I simply upped my Game.

And the women have taken notice.

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RELATED:

Danny on how the outside matters but doesn’t matter.. it’s all about the ‘core’!

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Questions That Need Answers – Part 1

July 24, 2013

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A QUESTION FOR SLUTS

  • So you’re with a great guy, and one day the ‘number’ talk comes up. He tells you he’s been with N. His N is vastly lower than your N. By a catastrophic margin. Knowing this new information, why are you so interested into hanging onto someone who hasn’t had the vast amount of sexual experience you got? Why are you so afraid to tell him your real number?
  • Why are you so afraid of losing someone over a number?
  • Why would you want to hang on to such an insecure loser?
  • What is the purpose of lying to maintain such an inadequate and unequal relationship?

You should be with someone as EQUALLY and sexually educated as you.

That is why you slutted around right? To ‘find’ out who you were? To ‘discover’ what turned you on? To ‘learn’ about your sexual tastes from a wide assortment of partners? Simply to have fun?

So when you find out your partner didn’t get to experience the same life of sexual gluttony you did.. why do you suddenly feel so ashamed of your past?

Is it because there is TRUTH to the Double Standard?

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First seen @ Dalrock’s

This picture pisses me off. Ever since i saw it at Dalrock’s, it always enrages me as much as when a cue jumping jackass cuts me off in traffic.

You DON”T DESERVE THAT relationship. You deserve a relationship with someone else. Who is that someone else? Whomever accepts you real N, that’s who.

You are lying your ass off to keep it because you know you aren’t worth it. You are lying to your partner because you know he could do better, deserves better. You are simply using him. You don’t love him. How could you? You can’t even tell him the truth! You’re too scared to lose him. You should be proud, and let the ‘loser’ walk if he finds your number too high. You should find someone who’s not ‘afraid’ of your number.

Love has nothing to do with it now. Love had nothing to do with it when you were being a slut. Love does not enter the equation.

If he means that much to you, and all the slutting you did back then ‘didn’t matter‘, that it was ‘just sex‘ as you say.. why not help your low partner count man that you are so desperate to hang onto by lying to him about your number, instead help him out and wingman him into the pussies of X number of women, where X is the remainder of you N minus his N  to equal out the equation and restore balance.

After all, it’s just sex right? It doesn’t mean anything right? So help your current man reach the number you attained so there won’t be any of those inadaquate feelings fostered or any lingering insecurities to put a damper on things.

How could you possibly object to that? Don’t let ‘feelings’ get in the way. He’ll still love you even after he’s had wild sex with throngs of women. He might even get a shit ton more confident and alpha to boot. Win win ammiright?

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As an aside.. what if my relationship history is that of a serial cheater and philanderer. I’m disease free, but my chances of remaining monogamous are virtually nil. Do you have a right to know that? Do you have a right to know, before we start up a relationship that may become serious or long term, that of the past 30 relationships i had, i cheated on every one of them? Wouldn’t you like to know? Is it any of your fucking business? So long as in the hear and now i’m professing to love you and that’s all that matters, why should you know the truth of my past, or if you did know, why would it matter?

And once you do know, would you be so insecure in your abilities as a woman as to think that you didn’t have what it took to keep me from straying?

Part 2 coming soon.

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Irony, thy name is Jizzabel

June 28, 2013

Long post warning, but picture heavy, and i think quite amusing and snarky because.. patriarchy. Ha, no, just kidding. But i am sweating like a pig from just finishing Plyo-X on a devilishly hot day. So please bear with it.

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So my girlfriend’s been staying over at my place for the week, and the day before she’s supposed to head back home she says we should go out for dinner since it’s our last night together for a couple of days. Since i had driven into the downtown core to pick her up, she said I should just park my car and we could eat downtown. Normally i hate the idea of eating in snoot-central but what the hell.

So we walk down King Street near Blue Jay Way and end up at a snooty looking Korean restaurant. It didn’t look cheap. I asked her how much she thought we’d pay, she guessed 10 bucks each (final bill $50, this is why i hate eating out in trendy snooty fucking snobbery holes). They served up some thin slices of pork, beef, and all manner of sea monsters i wouldn’t touch, so she gladly got the bulk of the food. I drank light beer.

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I’d like to add for the record i almost broke my leg on the rail connecting the table to the wall. I summoned all my inner alpha to hold back the tears and feign just a modicum of irritation. As we finished our meal i began to do a little people watching and survey’d the room. Something immediately caught my eye, a repeating pattern. So i turned to my girl and said:

Me: I’m noticing something about the people here babe..

Her: Oh yeah.. what’s that?

Me: Well we know i’m not gay.. but damn, there is not one fat dude in the house. In fact each and every guy in here appears to work out. Take a good look..

Her: Mmmmhmmmmm.

Me: Yea, take it all in.. lol. Tho i appear to be wearing the second tightest shirt in here. But what else have you noticed?

Her: That alot of the girls are chunky.

Me: Bingo, you did notice.

Her: And not just chunky.. but like fat. Like REALLY fat.

Me: Wonderful disparity no?

Her: That’s not normal. People weren’t meant to be fat. We were designed to be fit. Evolution has gone wrong for some people.

Me: HA!

Eventually we started talking about the whole Abercrombie & Finch thing and she agreed with me that those people who are bitching are boycotting a brand they actually want to wear, which would make them hypocrites. They want to be part of a club they don’t want to put any effort in joining. They WANT to wear A&F clothes, and are just pissed that there is only one route to being part of that club. Maintain a size under 10. My girl ended the conversation with the best line i heard in a long time.

Her: Put the fucking fork DOWN!

Continuing with the fat-acceptance theme of my last posts i stumbled upon this huge sack of shit on this total sack of shit web site that 9 out of 10 bulimics recommend for instant purge encouragement.

No link from me, but please go check it out by filling in the requisite HTTP shit in the front and “correcting” the spelling of said vomit inducing site.

Jizzabel.com - Where we subvert your reality with irrationality

Jizzabel.com – Where we subvert your reality with irrationality

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Now, i would just like to point out first and foremost the irony seeing the definition of the word bigot displayed so openly for all to see on the premiere feminist website of our time. For those who wish to see the def:

big•ot (noun): A person obstinately or intolerantly devoted to his or her own opinions and prejudices; especially : one who regards or treats the members of a group (as a racial or ethnic group [or GENDER]) with hatred and intolerance

Read that definition over a couple times to yourself..

What’s it sound like it’s describing…

hmmm.

I dunno..

Could it be…

FEMINISTS THEMSELVES???

Hells yeah!

So i’m a bigot because I don’t find fat people attractive or want to have sex with them, but you’re not a bigot because… patriarchy. Fuck you.

Anyways.. best comment on the site came from a Medusa who chimed with all kinds of rational thoughts and verifiable factiods concerning diet and lifestyle in modern America with:

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Turning Point

June 18, 2013

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I love reading tons of internet media postings.. especially those done not in the ‘safe space’ confines of Jizzabel or other femcunt enclave that houses kittens like FatBoobz.

It’s a reading into the mass consciousness of the collective and a fairly good representation of where the society is headed. Not by what is actually being written in the article, but by how the viewership responds. Especially with the semi anonymity of the internet, and the ability to speak a little more freely without having to worry about irritating the old ‘ball and chain’ sitting next to you if you don’t need to. Finally, it allows for many men to see arguments they never before had the chance to see and chime in.

The comment sections are almost like a different version of the manosphere, where the redpill is simply stated (given the what but not the why) and  becoming manifest within mens minds, piggybacking off one another, no longer scared to put a voice to a rational opinion they were once too scared to voice because they were made to feel like villains for those rational thoughts.

But the tide is turning.

I just checked out this post over at the Daily PissBucket.. er.. Mail. When i first saw the banner headline i felt the typical usual rage starting to boil to the surface. So many things ran through my mind, things i wanted to say, to log in, to chime in, shoot this obvious shit piece down the crapper.

(Keep in mind Microsoft has lost me to Playstation based on their whole DRM scheme and game licensing bullshit vs. letting me own and do what i want with my own physical media, but i wasn’t in the mood to let M$ get shit on for something so obviously stupid and made up through sheer will of imagined victimhood)

I didn’t have to.

Read the article HERE.

Then go down to the comments section.

Now here’s the fun part.

Click on ‘The Best Rated’ comments.

Click on ‘The Worst Rated’ comments.

See the pattern. See the trend. See what the average person is just now starting to see and absorb and react to.

Feminism’s bullshit is running on borrowed time. It can’t stop the redpill.

We’ve crossed the point of no return.

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Confidence

May 6, 2013

This post is coming out of drafts, i started writing this just before Christmas holidays last year, and Rollo’s post here about having a Plan for what to do AFTER having secured initial interest reminded me about it so it’s a good starting point. Without further adoo.

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Many years ago I had a conversation with the woman who had me in the friendzone.

The conversation led to what women really wanted because obviously what i had offered up until then was not enough. I had heard ‘you’re such great guy‘ too often without any results. Being friendzoned by her was proof positive.

You see feminism taught me how to be tolerant and respectful towards women but it did not teach me that these traits were devoid of attraction. Being nice and showing all your positive traits in the hopes it will be recognized by the very women claiming to be looking for those traits, which is now vilified by femcunts like Marcotte was how I (we) was(were) brought up assuming we would get women to want to have relationships with us. We were told women WANTED to be with men who don’t disrespect them, make them feel like crap, treat them like assholes. We are still told this to this very day. Guess who loses in the short term mating market?

It taught us that treating women as equals and human being was enough.

Now don’t get me wrong.. i get that there is a huge divide between being an asshole and simply being sure of yourself and confident. One takes a little time to become, through experience, patience and time. One is the shortcut way of attracting the emotionally broken and self esteem cripples of the world, women who can only be validated by thugs or have a rescue complex the size of NML Cygni. Problem is, many women don’t give guys a chance to develop the former, so they choose the path of least resistance and join the latter, mainly out of spite or sheer frustration.

If there’s anyone out there who knows exactly what i’m speaking about, it’s Deti and i invite him to repost most of his remarks below. He makes a shit ton of very good comments over at HUS on thread discussing hypergamy. Deti *groks* what most people don’t seem to understand.

You’re just not grokking what men of our generation were taught. Our own mothers either didn’t get it or, more likely, simply lied to us. Frankly I think it was that our own mothers didn’t want to admit the truth to themselves that they did the exact same things they saw the girls doing and that they themselves made some mistakes they regretted.

My mother didn’t lie to me, she just didn’t know any better. Or maybe she wanted me to avoid making the same mistake. After all, my dad was a boxer.. and looking at old pics of my mom, she was a looker in her day so she had SMV to spare. Who knows.. maybe she did lie. I just think becoming a mom destroys any sense of rationality women have and they need to justify to themselves that whatever naughty bad behaviors they did aren’t worth detailing because they want their kids to act, behave and be better than them and live in their ‘idealized’ world. It’s a theory. A shitty one but well, there it is.

So now you have this kid who’s grown up believing in irrational fairy tales of what girls who are made of sugar and spice want and should be like and what they should actually like.. and now dump a whole shit ton of feminist slut hookup culture into the mix. It’s like baking a cake. A diarrhea cake.

That's one sinfully sick cake you don't want to touch..

That’s one sinfully sick cake you don’t want to touch..

If you want to see just how far feminism fucked me over, go reread this post here. It so drilled into my head on how to be so respectful and subservient towards women, to always tiptoe around them and to NEVER be aggressive or sexually honest around them (Game allowed me to break this self perpetuating cycle of catastrophe ). So much so that i am pretty much now incapable of maintaining sexual arousal when a woman asks me to get ‘rough’ with her. It turns me off and makes me go limp. (Thankfully not an issue as my current paramour loves steamy, sensual and enthusiastically passionate sex, not Gorillas in the Mist sex any caveman can do. Monkey sex is not my forte, and i’m fucking proud of that fact)

Now, me and Deti may very well be a generation removed from what’s going on today, but my guess is that with an SMP that appears to be even more fucked up than ever before, the lessons of the past repeat themselves. But now I’m off track.. so back to the convo with my friend.

I asked her what with all my ‘great’ qualities why I was striking out? She said that I just needed to be more confident. I asked her how? She said ‘You just do. Confidence comes from within.’ I immediately balked an told her that wasn’t true. Confidence is not innate, its earned. Read the rest of this entry ?

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