Posts Tagged ‘sluts’

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Gatekeeping For Dummies

January 21, 2014

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Writing about why assholes always win, [comments added by moi]

“6. You’ll [ Hypergamous Woman you] go out of your way to get respect, love or liking from them [ The Alpha Male] – because doing so is a real coup [ 5 Minutes of Alpha ] compared to getting the not-so-special respect, love and liking from a giver [ AFC / Beta-Gamma-Delta-Omega ] who gives it to everyone. “

Without much effort and changing 3 words i could rewrite that to say:

“6. You’ll [ The Man with Options] go out of your way to get validation, intimacy(sex) and respect from them [ Low N, High Self Esteem, High Quality, Hot Wife Material you’d Commit to ]  – because doing so is a real coup [ Woman with plethora of suitors/opportunity of handing out sex but granting it only to you]  compared to getting the not-so-special validation, intimacy(sex) and respect from a giver  [ Slut /  Whore ] who gives it to everyone. “

And just as a Woman will fight hard to keep an Alpha’s love whilst recoiling in horror to entertain the idea of entangling in a relationship with those who give of themselves too freely, so too will Men fight hard to keep a discerning Lady on their arm who can can be revered rather than mocked for being the town bike.

A woman wants to look into the eyes of her man and see someone that every woman would want to spend the rest of her life with, and he chose her above all others (the Twilight Principle), ignoring all his options and to commit to a lifetime with her.

A man wants to look into the eyes of his woman, and see someone that every man wanted to dump their baby butter inside of, and she chose him above all others, ignoring the easy ability of her to have sex with anyone and to allow sex between only them to happen.

All girls can get meaningless/casual sex (by giving it away easily), what they desire is the commitment of an alpha, the highest form of validation a woman can get, him committing all his energy, resources and desire upon her and her alone.

All guys can get meaningless/platonic/ljbf relationships (by giving it away easily), what they desire is a romantic/sexual relationship with an attractive woman, the highest for of validation a man can get, her granting only him above all other suitors her intimacy, lust and approval of his and only his genetic material, thus lineage.

Here end’th the lesson.

The rest of the list is a good read too. While reading it – remember.. Alpha fux / Beta bux.

For more on Gatekeeping i suggest you read:

Hold the line. Guard your Gate

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Garbage In, Garbage Out

November 17, 2013

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There is a term in photography relating to the outcome of your final product dependent on the source material you begin with. It originally derived from computer science in relation to data, because computers are dumb and only do what you feed into it. So if you feed it shit, it will output shit.

From the Wiki:

Garbage in, garbage out (GIGO) in the field of computer science or information and communications technology refers to the fact that computers will unquestioningly process unintended, even nonsensical, input data (“garbage in”) and produce undesired, often nonsensical, output (“garbage out”).

The same thing applies to pictures. Photoshop has come a long way from it’s heyday. It can make the ordinary extraordinary. But the same rule applies, the better the quality of the photo going in, the less Photoshop you actually require to make it amazing. And you should never be using Photoshop as a means of constantly trying to save garbage photo’s. Not if your bread and butter is photography!

I saw this photo floating around on Facebook, and it seems that art imitates life is more than an apt way of framing this picture as a snapshot of our current society’s behavior wrt relationships.

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With the exception of the reference to negatives, i would say this picture describes the digital age quite well.

The digital age, even in guilty. My Nikon can take thousands of pics, throw away shots. Part of the strategy is to switch to ‘drive’ mode and continuously take pics hoping one of the many turns into gold, but this is usually for action shots where the motion is frantic.

However i like to think the best shots are the ones you plan ahead for, and with the right education in lighting theory, composition and mastery of your equipment you will get the best source material. The greatest photographers will wait patiently for the perfect shot to present itself, waiting hours for just the right lighting from the greatest light source we have.. the sun, and it’s position in the sky.

Garbage in/garbage out is the motto. Start with the best in-camera picture you can take so you end up using the most minimal amount of post processing (Photoshop) as possible.

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What Mortal Kombat taught me about the Game

July 31, 2013

“Why do you even bother asking me to play against you.. you KNOW you are going to win. You KNOW i can’t beat you. There is no point in me picking up the controller. It’s a foregone conclusion. So why do YOU want to play? What pleasure do YOU get from beating an opponent who can’t challenge you? Is it because there’s NO challenge? Is it because it’s easy and fun to play when you CAN’T lose?

I can’t wait to see you play someone who’s better than you, and he kicks your ass. You’ll probably suck out, start crying and never play the game again.”

- My Brother Chris

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Quick post and related to TarnishedSophia’s comment here:

“Even a high-N man only has value up to a certain point. Look at men such as Roosh…he claims to have had sex with hundreds of women, and without using protection! There is a point where having multiple partners becomes a point of contention, and it becomes clear that you are no longer having/sharing sex…you’re just rutting with anything that moves, like an extremely primitive animal in heat.”

Sophia’s comment reminded me of my youth and something that transpired an age ago.

One of those lessons someone teaches you that you don’t grasp until many years later.

And it’s the reason the double standard applies.

My Mortal Kombat story is if anything, absolutely NOT a story about my being an alpha, or becoming one. Hell i wouldn’t even call myself one now.. but does share a common tangent with what it takes to become one, and why it can be respected EVEN once you take it to the point of abuse, as Sophia lays claim to folks like Roosh.

See, i admire Roosh.

I do not admire or aspire to be a flag snatching, notch counting, bang getting, pussy slaying poon vampire who is enslaved to seeking out new victims to drain of their life force in a never ending conquest to treat other humans (however ignorant, solipsistic or repugnant and feminist-like they *might* be) as straight up living masterbation tools and warm cum dumpsters.

It’s not in me.

I’d rather filter, and end up with what i knew i wanted right from the start. No matter how long it takes (almost 2 yrs for me). I won’t entertain shit for a shot at pussy.

But i still can respect the feat for what it is, no matter what the final consequence or damage that might be inflicted upon Roosh’s soul. I suspect even he knows this.. but that’s for him to wrestle with. Hell, even Gene Simmons settled down, so maybe Roosh will find his.

I mean.. Mark Minter found his right?

So how does Roosh tie in with my Mortal Kombat youth and the double standard? I’ll try and explain. Hopefully it won’t come out convoluted.

Back in the 90’s, on my Sega Genesis, i got good at MK2. I mean REALLY good. I learned all the classic ninja’s moves (Scorpion/SubZero/Reptile). I was so adept at reading the animations of the characters initial frames.. i could practically tell what my opponent would do before he/she actually made the move. I knew every move, block, counter and finishing move.

This is all hardly alpha, i know. Bear with me.

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Odds, Ends, Thoughts, Musings, Reflections and Other Stuff

July 27, 2013

Questions Part 2 will take a back seat for a day or two or more, depending on how i feel. It’s ready to go, but i feel i need to get some things off my chest first before i release it.

1. Commenter Ariel left a comment here on my last post, a comment i can’t really place as to whether she was angry about that specific post, or talking about another post and she accidentally cross posted the comment. The comment was all over the map and it felt out of place. In any case i simply wanted to understand the proper context of the comment and mention the following, unless she’s commenting about my whole blog in generel.  Ariel wrote:

“What happened to you? You are happy. You have love. You … Have a women who you hold in high esteem and bask in her reciprocation of this heavenly emotion”

I still am wondrously happy with a woman i adore. There is an aura of love, adoration and caring. I am the masculine to her feminine. I do hold her in high esteem and cherish the reciprocation. She looks up to me and respects my wit, intelligence, deep logic and dedication to building a body she simply loves to ravish. All of it true.

This does not change the fact that i write a blog for men (and women) under the aspect of helping blue pill men and guiding them into the red, and help women understand there are consequences to actions and behaviors, and try to steer them to avoid those bad behaviors where possible and enhance the good ones wherever possible. If a strong, sexy, dominant, knows what he wants, takes no shit redpill man is what you want.. then you need to accept redpill thinking from men. I write about my experiences. I write about what i find appropriate and inappropriate. I don’t tell anyone what they should do in life, i tell them what *I* think. I do not put a gun to men’s heads and say “You have to do this or that!”, I promote my ideals in the free marketplace of idea’s where they will either be adopted by men, or they won’t. If enough men think that what i’m saying sounds good and act on it.. it’s not for you to say “You promote hate against sluts and your generalizations are all wrong and STFU and keep quiet because you poison people”. What you must do is introduce your own idea’s.. and if they are sound and reasonable, people will adopt your ideals over mine.

That’s how the free market works. Offer the men a better choice, and they will take it.

“You lost me.”

I’m sorry that’s the way you feel. I’d rather you stayed to discuss and debate seeing as how i enjoy having women bring their point of view to my table, but it’s ultimately your choice. I’m not going to stop promoting the idea that a world with fewer sluts is good thing for civilization. I’m not going to stop trying to dissuade an impressionable young women from jumping on the carousel because i believe many men, myself included, prize a women who treated her sexuality like a gift to be shared respectfully with only men who proved themselves to be of utmost value.. not something to be frittered away to just those who would use her as a warm masturbatory tool. I’m not going to stop telling severely overweight people to expect high physical SMV beauty in their partner that they’re unable to work for in themselves. I’m not going to stop cluing women into the reality of the wall and to prioritize marriage and children over partying and careers. I’m not going to stop being the boogyman who warns of future spinsterhood to women who ape masculine traits they adore that men do not adore in women. I’m not going to indulge women in the unrealistic idea of having it all.

I can never have it all, but i did the hard work and looked inward to make the most of the situation and the time i have left. Just because i’m riding a high now does not mean i’ll shutter up the blog, silence my voice and stop telling guys in less fortunate situations what i think they should aspire for instead of settling for what the femcentric society tells them they should accept. I’m not going to abandon them just because i left the ghetto for the gated community…

I haven’t forgotten where i came from.

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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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Ladies.. Welcome to M3’s Used Car Emporium

February 5, 2013

Com’on down and let’s get your fine rear into a great vehicle today m’lady!

Don’t worry about any nasty car salesman tactics…

You can trust a face like this…

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Photoshop is my mistress. Welcome to M3’s Used Car Extravaganza!

I see you’re a little nervous miss. First time buying a car? Yeah, it can be exciting. I hear ya. You’re tired of renting and leasing vehicles, you want to own one for the long haul. A great dependable vehicle that will get you from A to B! One that’s reliable and won’t break down on you half way through your journey!

Well, i’m here to help.

And there’s NO need to consult with Car & Driver or Consumer Reports lil’missy. I’ll be your hookup.

So let’s start shall we! Follow me this way to the lot.

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This picture is years old and only time you’ll catch me in a purple suit jacket.

Ok, take a look at these two fine beauties!

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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!

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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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