Posts Tagged ‘hypergamy’

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

January 16, 2014

orgasm

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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Keep Spoon Feeding Them Shit

January 14, 2014
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M3 takes the form of Elmo sometimes… feel free to share my Photoshop goodness.

A woman’s GPA has never helped her in intersexual competition between her sisters and instilling attraction in mates.

Women compete with other women attempting to lure the best quality mates. And the really astute ones now what bait is best – regardless of what tripe social justice warriors and educated retards with letters after their names try to tell you.

Brains is a nice to have, but it won’t make us fall in love with you or make our cocks get hard. A high GPA on a beast like Lindy West is the same as a Beta herb who’s chock full of ‘nice’ qualities yet completely undesired by women because he generates no attraction. Those qualities only contain ‘value‘ when the person is interested in you. The ‘NiceGuys’ who think the loyalty, ability to provide & provision, dependability, treating females as equals, shoulder to cry on, white knighting, etc… are qualities which women SHOULD value! Yet women would rather sleep with the man who’s a jerk and polar opposite of that – because those men DO generate attraction.. and if that women can get any one of those ‘nice’ traits out of the jerk… then all of a sudden that trait has immense value!

A socially awkward geek can offer women a lifetime of loyalty, honesty and provisioning up the whazoo. And she will reject it. Those traits are worthless to her coming from an inferior SMV specimen. Internally she recoils in disgust at the thought, the thought of inferior seed gestating for 9 months.

I got into a pissing match with a feministy woman on Facebook not long ago. She was getting angry that men would rather get involved with dumb bimbos and awful gold diggers rather than with good, intelligent women. I had to remind her that she was conflating sex with relationships. A man will fuck those types of women because they have assets which arouse them. Doesn’t mean they want them forever. But let’s switch it up on her for a second and ask her the following:

  1. Do you find the hard bodies of Magic Mike attractive? Do they get you wet?
  2. Do you find the cockiness and confidence of Magic Mike arousing?
  3. Can you envision having sex with him?
  4. Would you fuck him right now?
  5. Now let me tell you he sells drugs to children.
  6. Now let me tell you he kicks small puppies for fun.
  7. Now let me tell you he blows all his money up his nose in coke.
  8. Does any of the last 3 items change how his rock hard body makes your body feel? Does it change how you react to his cocky swagger?
  9. Knowing everything you know, and the option of sex was on the table, a one night stand that did not involve you having to deal with any of those other facts in a long protracted relationship… would you still fuck him?

My guess is most women would. If there is no long term relationship at stake and just instant gratification.. what woman wouldn’t?

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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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The Fly on the Wall Reports Back on “Girls Night”. Sluts shame good girls.

January 27, 2013

Before i start this post let me just get a couple small items off my list.

1. To everyone asking about my p90x page. I’m sorry, i’ve just been too damn lazy to put it together because i tried giving advice tips and info… when i should have just put up my damn pics and be done with it. When the page is ready, i’ll announce it.

2. I’ve hit a personal milestone on my adventure with braces. I can run my tongue along my bottom row of teeth and it feels smooth with no gaps. It’s exciting to see and feel results. I can’t wait for the finished product. Don’t ever kid yourself. A great smile is 50% of your confidence. Also, i can slip the little rubber christmas tree brushes between all but 2 of my teeth! Whoohoo!

..

Ok, with all that out of the way.

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Last night i had a 4 hour conversation my friend, the one who lost a shit ton of weight and is on her way to looking stunning again. Let’s call her “E”. In a previous post i mentioned my almost FWB who went by the label of “J” and my exwife “S”. Let’s also add the label “B” to my ex’s close friend. Keep these in mind as i proceed.

I won’t recap the entire discussion, too bloody long. Let’s just say i am really proud with myself for how much RedPill knowledge i’ve acquired, accepted and internalized. The information i was giving her, the way i answered her numerous questions, and the way the pieces ‘just fit’ in explaining how human nature works, startled even myself when i left for home. I gave her the unvarnished truth and didn’t hold back, neither her nor her brother denied or disagreed with much anything i said because everything i stated was backed up by experiences both of them actually had throughout their lives.

I put the puzzle together for them right before their very eyes. They saw the real picture of the world, the way the pieces were meant to fit, not the disjointed, misshapen horror they were looking at when they tried forcing pieces together that were not meant to be joined.

Of course it doesn’t hurt that she’s what i call a natural RedPill ready woman. She’s a traditional type that accepts the male leads/woman follows dynamic, the Captain/1st officer roles. She admits she likes being led. For lack of better terms, she knows she’s RedPill, she just doesn’t understand why.

Although she was absolutely and completely naive about the world of relationships, and carried no real comprehension of what men look for in women, why the behave the way they do (aka taking walks to see the sunset not because we enjoy it ourselves, but part of the imperative that says we have to entertain your interests if we wish to partake in sex down the road), hypergamy, women’s nature, sexual ranks, attraction, the wall, aging, etc. I told her things she certainly didn’t want to hear, but she took it all in stride. She also learned for the first time ever that i went through 12 years without and didn’t even conceive of the possibility that men aren’t able to get sex when they want. (apex fallacy/80/20) She didn’t think men felt emotions during sex, that it was no different than when a guy masturbates. She really held her mind open to listening and i saw the gears turning as she didn’t blow up in emotional hysterics but actually digested the information, connecting dots.

Like the wisdom of the ancients being emptied from the Matrix of Leadership to combat the Hate Plague, she was an empty vessel ready to be re-filled with knowledge and wisdom. Of ancients no less. Wisdom her grandmother and great grandmothers before her held. Wisdom erased by 40+ years of feminist bullshit.

As i said, it was a long, deep and honest conversation.. with revelations about me and my own personal supplicating beta behaviour and the things i did wrong in my marriage. She also volunteered that she was cognisant of the fact that men are visual and knew full well that guys were going to start coming onto her again after 4 years of being obese. It’s because she’s venturing off into the world of dating that she started the whole conversation with me, specifically me because she has found me to be completely honest and cerebral with her, pulling no punches. She REALLY wants to learn. I found out she is very much the traditionalist and that aside from a brief bit of experimenting with which she did not enjoy the outcomes of, she is a low number count woman.

It was somewhere in the middle of this conversation that i was clued in on the fact that she had experienced a “Girls Night’ with her friend, my ex and my ex’s friend. And it was during this night when girls do as they do when they get together that they discuss boys, and sex acts, and how many guys they’ve slept with.

What i heard simply floored me on a visceral level.

These ‘good girls’ that i had envisioned throughout my entire beta life, my entire incel period.. were feeding at the trough with reckless abandon and it became much more sinister than just that. And here was more poor dear low count friend sandwiched amongst these “ladies” when the question turned to how many guys they let access their gates.

“E” told me that she sat there as she heard the number 18 and 60 thrown out (Tho who had which number she didn’t say). When the time came for her to answer, she was hesitant because her number simply couldn’t compare to theirs, so she meekly said “5”.

My ex isn't black. Nor is she 6 years old. You got the point tho right?

My ex isn’t black. Nor is she 6 years old. You got the point tho right?

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So I’m at the coffee shop line-up on a cold morning when..

January 23, 2013
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You will never find a Tim Horton’s empty. Ever! This pic is just to show off my Photoshop magic!

.. i see the shape of a really hot looking blond in front of me in the line-up. I commiserate with my friend who came with me to Tim Horton’s that this woman in front of us was *my kinda lady*, to which he exclaimed “What… thin?”

[the running joke at our office is that i'm the only one that has standards that won't tap a fatty. Everyone else dies by the creed "It's all wet & pink in the end!" This my friends is the sentiment that has ruined my fair city and grown a generation of entitled slores that put the StayPufft marshmellow man to shame thinking they deserve well built men like me at their beckon call and that i should be so 'lucky' to get with them. I think i just puked in my mouth.]

I simply nod with his assessment of my shallowness and continue to eye this fine specimen in front of me.

Google Images is not playing nice so i had to create my own version. Ignore her holding a win bottle.

Google Images is not playing nice so i had to create my own version. Ignore her holding a wine bottle.

So as she’s standing there, my brain automatically does what i spoke about here at SSM’s place.. not unlike the Terminator’s red eye that tracks proportions to see whether clothes fit. My tracking eye tells me what lies beneath the clothes ;)

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  • 5’7″ –  perfect kissing height in 3 inch heels/booties

  • blonde (i prefer brunette but will not disqualify) with a pony tail of golden locks

  • toned legs in tights wearing cute/sexy ankle warmers and heels

  • the coat obscured the hip/waist ratio but the legs gave enough information to extrapolate proper dimensions of hawt tight bod

  • face… unable to scan… no data available… continue observation…

So as far as i can tell, from behind she earned the M3 seal of approval!

The Official Seal of the Internet

The Official Seal of the Internet

When she finished her order and turned around and i got a good look at her from the front…. gahhh!

WHAAAA?

WHAAAA?

*Possible* over exaggeration of woman’s age and my reaction.. possible.

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Ladies.. if you’re aiming for a husband..

January 23, 2013

For my female audience…
Age22

Bag him when he’s a clear shot and you got ammo to spare…

Age32

… instead of waiting until he’s out of range, and you’re praying for a miracle with your last rounds.

I simply cannot state it any clearer than this. This is the difference between getting who you want vs. ‘settling‘. Ignore at your own peril and don’t blame the man you end up with when you’re dreaming about an Eat, Pray, Love excursion. It’s all on you for having your priorities all ass backwards.

And remember.. the younger girls you compete with.. they’ve got their hand cannons loaded and bringing them to bear. And while they’re picking off their targets with ease, you get stuck with ‘Mr. Right’

Mr. Right

The alternate title of this post was “Everything i said in my Last post summed up in 2 pictures…

Another alternate title: Priorities… you’re doing it wrong.

I see a future spinster here..

I see a future spinster here..

From my comment on 3MM:

“What about change of mind or wanting life experience”
-these can’t be done with a long time boyfriend or engagement partner? if marriage and children are supposed to be a woman’s top priority in life, she needs to treat it as such. if women want to travel, have fun, ride the carousel or just jump from boyfriend to boyfriend while building a career.. then that is the priority in their life, not marriage/kids.

If going to a reputable school was your priority in life to get an education, you spend your time getting a job and socking away tuition. Sure you can let loose every now and then, but you want to be able to afford Harvard right? You can live your life with the priority of making it into that school. You can’t spend your years blowing all your money on booze and parties every friday night (and not studying to boot) and then wake upone day and say ‘ok time to apply to harvard’ and expect to get in with shit marks and $0 in you bank account.

Seriously… don’t take my word for it.. check out who’s looking at Mr. 36 year old M3 right now… (and remember that *I* am looking to romance women 7-10 years my jr.)

Ladies please.. you should be looking for men older than you..

Ladies please.. you should be looking for men just a touch older than you..

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Is it Fair?

January 21, 2013

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Don’t shoot me, i’m just the messenger…

So i had a back and forth comment session with my friend Audi (the audacious amateur blogger) and it something occurred to me.

I’m conflicted.

See, i’ll share a little secret. I like her (shhhhh)

At it’s core lies this problem. She’s worried about spherian mentality about “The Wall” and “The Number” and natural consequences of actions. Part of my latent beta wants to don the suit of plate mail, climb the white horse and protect her as my conditioning under the the rules of GirlWorld commands me to. And another part of me, that itchy burning area of my rectum where the RedPill currently resides is telling me fuck it.. actions have consequences, take it like a man. Derrrrp.

This is a case of going before the judge and pleading that you didn’t know that pissing into the town square water fountain was a crime because there were no warning signs posted.. to which the judge harrumphs “IGNORANCE OF THE LAW IS NO EXCUSE” and slams the gavel down and chucks a hefty leather-bound book at you.

She has/had the same problem i did some 18 years ago… it’s called Naivete.

na·ive

adjective \nä-ˈēv, nī-\

1: marked by unaffected simplicity :artlessingenuous
2a: deficient in worldly wisdom or informed judgment; especially:credulous
b : not previously subjected to experimentation or a particular experimental situation <made the test with naive rats>;

Is it harsh to be judged and convicted for things done when you were simply following what you thought was the properly laid out doctrine to follow? Yes, yes it is. Especially if the rules you followed were crafted by a society that began an experiment to see if human behavior was indeed a social construct through conditioning and behavioral modification instead of something deeper and more innate… primal. And if it were the latter that was found to be the truth, could leeway be given to avoid the consequences of those actions done under sincere misguidance?

It’s something i wrestle with, because as a decent guy and human being, i wouldn’t want to see what i feel is an obvious good but naive kid who simply followed the path that was allowed for by this current society (a society i do wish to see at the bottom of Davey Jones locker btw) having to accept the consequences and punishment of our now evolved and well informed spherian understanding of a woman’s N and the cruelty of The Wall.

Yet one need only read this (which you probably already have) to realize that i myself, and untold countless millions of others have indeed already paid the loftiest price for being naive. The judges are still at it to this very day with the public trials of NiceGuys™ in the street, listening to the mobs yelling for the Jezebel executioner to throw the level and pull the floor out from under the condemned for their naive nature.

Is it fair that one side is made to suffer full consequences while the other gets a reprieve solely due to gender and timing?

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Parody cuts through the BS

November 19, 2012

I’m on a video kick. Here is the manospheres #1 lesson aimed at women.

Be more feminine.

This parody of the PS3 vs. the Nintendo Wii is a parody in and of itself the old Mac vs. PC ads.

But i find this parody so much more entertaining because it superimposes much of what we men of the sphere have been saying for some time, what science has been busy proving, and what feminists have been throwing themselves off bridges for.

You can’t reverse engineer the man out of MAN. And no amount of describing everything ELSE a woman has to offer will over-ride the primary biological effort of a man, much to the mouth frothings of rabid Mizz PS3 Femmes.

Considering all the buzz it’s been getting lately i just can’t help but say “Hey.. it’s our hypergamy. You can’t hate us for it, it’s in us for evolutionary reasons ;)

40+ years of trying to brainwash and reprogram us to abandon our nature, to shame us for desiring what naturally attracts us.

Anyways.. enjoy the video!

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Confessions of a Reformed InCel

November 17, 2012

[EDIT: with so much new traffic, i thought i'd give the Sphere some advertising. www.manosphere.com ]

 

[EDIT 2: For anyone new coming here from The Daily Dot, Reddit, Ask Men or anywhere else. Once you are finished reading this piece (due to the interest since the Elliot Rogers murders) and you get all your feathers ruffled about the 'feelings' section, please head over HERE for understanding the proper context lest you get your panties in a bunch. If you assume the language was written as intent rather than contextualizing what would be required to have women stripped of their natural biological advantage of being noticed solely for the fact they are female - then i can't help you or you comprehension skills. peace the fuck out]

 

November 17, 2012. enough is enough. i warned y’all it might get depressing. here goes. don’t worry, it ends well. i think.

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In honor of my 10,000th view.. i’m going to publish what i consider the hardest post i’ve ever written. But it needs to be written, for i may be an extreme, i know i’m not alone. This isn’t written for the PUA or the Alpha or the Pussy Slayer™. This is written for you, the one without hope..  to know there is hope and you can get better.

Thanks for the hits guys! Snapshot taken 07/09/12 at 2:33 pm after 3 weeks on the interwebz.

[actually no.. i've crossed 50k. that's how long i've been holding onto this draft, terrified of letting it go. but i saw a comment today that finally let me pull the trigger.]

It is so Very hard to hit that PUBLISH button.

Writing this post is a source of *shame* for me. It’s been sitting in my drafts for about 2 weeks [edit: 5+ months actually]

But at this point in my life having endured what i have, it does not trouble me putting it out in the sphere. I am sure i am not alone in this and that this post will actually help someone out there. Some of you may relate. Women hopefully may finally understand where my anger and cynicism stems from.

So i’ve decided to unleash it. [about time?]

Firstly, before you continue, please go read THIS POST. [Edit Apr.30,2014: Due to the explosion of traffic from AskMen, I have noticed this post is no longer available, so i will instead invite you to go read THIS POST instead ] No offense to the author, my past wasn’t her fault.. but it struck the usual nerve with me. You need to read posts like this to let the feeling of inequality fill you up.

Welcome back..

When i read it or stories like it, these are the THINGS I FEEL (and yes, i know ‘feelings’ are the domain of a woman)

  • When i hear a woman tell me that she’s gone through a dry spell and not had sex in over X weeks/ months.. i feel like putting my fist through her face.
  • When i hear a woman tell me that she feels ugly or unloved or unwanted because her partner hasn’t touched her in over 6 months, i feel like laughing loudly 3 inches from her face.
  • When i hear a woman tell me that she just picked up a random guy for a night of fun because she was lonely, i feel like i’m glad i don’t own a gun.
  • When i hear a woman tell me that i shouldn’t feel bad about having gone without for so long, after all it’s only just sex, i feel like disfiguring her face with a scalpel.

Nature’s cruel joke and cosmic irony in one. I as a man, biologically driven365 days a year to ejaculate and produce sperm as often as possible, and having the drive and desire to want it every waning moment, who is villified for this natural urge and made to feel ashamed of my sexuality, control it and subdue it to conform to the feminine imperative… have to listen to women, who in their solipsism cannot fathom the ordeal of what i’m about to write about, women who biologically ovulate and desire sex rather infrequently compared to men, talk about, no celebrate their sexuality, their urges and desires.. and lament their short dry spells as if the world were coming to an end. They can never understand what a power differential there is in these urges.

Women can say they love sex just as much as men. I would call BS. Until there is a glut of male prostitutes, male escorts, male rub n tugs for female patrons, a demand for male sex workers and strippers i’ll say nay. Unless they’re all having alpha sex on the side perhaps? Or will touching themselves to 50 shades suffice? At least mommy porn is culturally acceptable. Women DO NOT need sex like men do.. otherwise the sphere would not exist.

Anyways.. back to my pitiful former life.

I have no pictures of myself from a time period stretching from high school to my late 20’s, save for some randoms others might have taken of me. I have no memories or recollections of my time in high school. I have no stories of parties, girlfriends or wild flings. It’s a time period i wiped from my mind, much like PTSD. The only way i can recall it is if i sit down and think really hard about it. I rarely do because i don’t like feeling like shit for the hell of it.

I was that beta/omega/zeta. I let myself get LJBF‘ed on multiple occasions being that ‘nice guy’ that male hating cunt Amanda Marcotte despises. I  played by the rules as handed down to me by the feminine authorities on what women would look for and appreciate in a man. I was asked to believe what they said, not what they did. ‘Just be yourself‘ (your nice beta supplicating self) was the golden code.

So here it is… my Incel Hell.

This is where you will stay for the next 12 years. Enjoy your stay.

<deep breath>

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Random Shit Spilling Out Of My Noggin

November 15, 2012

Because the sphere can be depressing at times (and many of my coming posts will favor the depressing.. le sigh) and because i just recently crossed the 50k mark in just under 6 months.

November 14
2PM
Thank You

So it is with that in mind that i throw these randoms out for levity and a brief respite. Nothing in this post is connected to anything. It is just my head cracked open spilling the contents at random.

Enjoy this clusterfuck.

Puppy!

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Query: If a woman with fake eyelashes and hair extensions is beautiful… what is a man with a hairpiece and a fat wallet filled with monopoly money? Discuss.

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