Before sex a man evaluates you with his dick. After sex he evaluates you with his brain. Lots of women meet the dick’s standards but not the brain’s.
One of the best things you can do for your sex life is shut the fuck up about it.
Don’t tell anyone who you’ve fucked.
Don’t tell anyone who you want to fuck.
If a girl sends you nudes, don’t show anyone.
If you tell sex and pickup stories, make the girl anonymous or don’t tell the story at all.
Your validation from sex is the nut.
You have sex for the sex, not to talk about it afterwards.
Gossiping about your sex life is a weak, attention-seeking activity.
You can pick up, seduce and bang the hottest girl you’ve ever seen, get it documented on video and camera, and never tell anybody about it or show anybody the evidence, deriving all your satisfaction from just the experience itself, then you can call yourself a man.
I have rarely heard a guy talk about his sex life and look cool in the process. Listen closely the next time a guy starts bragging about where he stuck his dick. You’ll note how approval-seeking and desperate to impress he is.
Beyond that, keep in mind that hooking up with a guy is rarely good for a girl’s social status. Being judged socially is one of many negative consequences that can happen to a girl having casual sex. If you eliminate this consequence she’ll be far more likely to have sex with you or keep having sex with you.
Present yourself as a guy who does not gossip about sex.
In regards to the world beyond the tip of your own penis, you should make it a point of pride not to gossip about other people’s shit as well.
Gossip is a tool the unworthy use to get attention by leveraging the actions of the worthy. The gossiper is rewarded with a brief dash of attention, but they sacrifice their honour and respect in the process.
Nobody respects a loud mouth.
Okay, but what about trust? What if you really trust the person? Then can you tell them stuff.
There is almost nobody on this earth you can trust. Let’s run through the usual suspects.
You can’t trust women. Anything worthwhile you tell a woman will be known by her bestie
and her mother within the hour. This includes your girlfriend, wife, sister, mom, anyone. They all gossip. Gossiping is as natural as breathing to a woman. They constantly need to have their feelings about a situation validated and the only way to do that is to talk about it. Don’t tell a woman anything unless you want everyone else to know. Don’t ever tell a woman classified information and then bitch that she told someone else, even if you told her it was a secret. It is her nature to tell secrets and you should know better. It is your fault, not hers.
You can’t trust loser dudes. Boring guys can’t get attention from their own personality and actions, so they’ll gossip about yours if they have to. Loser males also don’t understand the world of a guy who has options with women. Your sex life will probably destroy his worldview. If a guy doesn’t get laid regularly, he can’t be trusted with your secret.
The only person on this earth capable of keeping your secret is an male with the abundance mentality who has proven loyalty to you. You will be very lucky to meet even a handful of these guys in your
life. Your brothers or father are not in this category by default, they need to earn trust just like anybody else. You may make many friends and acquaintances in life but only a very select few, if any, may get to this level. You should strive to be this person to your friends and family. I have a few secrets that could cause those close to me great harm that I’m taking to the grave.
Keep your mouth shut and your dick hard.
We hate how easy it can be. We hate that if it isn’t us, it will be with some other guy. We hate that so many women will likely never make decent wives or mothers. And we hate when a woman who spent her most attractive years hooking-up with strange men tries to play the good girlfriend with us. It’s a bittersweet relationship at best.
Women love that they can have their cake and eat it too. They love that they can employ an alpha fux beta bux strategy. But they also are far less stable in marriage than their less promiscuous counterparts. Though they might not admit it, it’s a bittersweet relationship for them as well.
What is it about Western society that allows for this degree of female sexual freedom? Science has several factors that help explain it.
Reliable Care For Unplanned Pregnancies
Several studies provide great insights in to this matter. The first is “Norms of Premarital Sexual Behavior: A Cross-Cultural Study” by Gwen J. Broude. The second is “Cultural Customs That Influence Sexual Freedom in Adolescence” by Herbert Barry III and Alice Schlegel. The former can be found on Google Scholar, but you’ll need access to a database to read the second.
Both studies use data and results from numerous other studies, so they are a good launching point if you choose to go down this rabbit hole.
One of the more significant findings in these studies is the importance of care for children born out of wedlock. In societies that are matrilineal (trace descent through the mother’s family) and/or matrilocal (reside with mother’s family), there is an association with female premarital sexual permissiveness (the common measurement of women’s sexual freedom).
What made the correlation significant is when care for children was factored in to the equation. When a baby is born out of wedlock, if there are more people in the house willing to care for the child, there is a significant correlation with female premarital sex.
We are always reminded that correlation does not equal causation, but in this case, kinship theory and paternity certainty can help explain a cause for this. There are societies (usually matrilineal) in which the father does not care for a child, the mother’s brothers do. While the father shares more of his genes with a child than a maternal uncle does, he can never truly be certain (until modern paternity tests are used) that a child is his. Maternal uncles, however, have 100% certainty that their nephews are theirs.
The latter study mentions:
Matrilineal descent encourages sexual freedom by minimizing the need to establish paternity of the children. In our society, fear of pregnancy is likewise relieved by the development and widespread use of effective contraceptive devices. The mobility of individuals and families in our industrial society corresponds to an attribute of many horticultural societies, where descent is associated with sexual freedom.
This is why, in my article on saving American families, I argue for measures that force parents to care for their own children.
Female Coming Of Age Rituals
In highly stratified, complex societies like ours, coming of age rituals for females are correlated with sexual freedom. There isn’t much explanation for this in the literature. But we can imagine scenarios in our own society that could offer insight.
If we take a scenario like a sweet sixteen birthday party in which girls who are already maturing sexually are welcomed into womanhood, we can see why a girl at that age would engage in premarital sex. They can’t marry and are told they shouldn’t anyway for several more years. Yet they are welcomed into womanhood. Adult women have sex. Being allowed to have sex but not allowed or not encouraged to get married is a recipe for sexual freedom.
Another ritual like leaving the house to live in a university dorm could have essentially the same effect.
High Degree Of Personal Freedom
Unlike other stratified societies, where individuals are tied to their families by strict cultural norms and expectations and by family honor codes, ours emphasizes personal freedom. That is something typically found in less stratified, hunter-gatherer type cultures.
Because our society doesn’t define an honor code or integrity very well, we have personal honor codes and personal integrity. Nobody holds you accountable to them but yourself. If your personal honor code doesn’t restrict premarital sex, it is allowed. That’s as true for women now as it is for men.
Women At Work
One of the findings of these studies was a positive correlation between women’s contribution to providing for the household and sexual freedom. Western society is consistent with this.
The more women work—especially outside the home—to contribute to the home, the more female premarital sex is permitted. It’s not hard to imagine a graph in which women’s sexual freedom rises as the percent of their financial contribution to household income increases, though such a graph does not yet exist. Think of women in the 1950s, how much they worked, and how much sexual freedom they had versus women in 2018.
One last piece, which was mentioned but not discussed in depth but probably should be, was the sexual freedom of males. Obviously, if males have more freedom, they need women with whom to have sex. Logic tells us that the ratio would be 1:1, give or take. To imply otherwise would be to permit a small number of women to sleep with many men.
This leads to the question, “Can we curb liberal female attitudes to sex while allowing males sexual freedom by permitting prostitutes to operate freely?” More importantly, should we?
“…or I’m going to leave”
The rare times I hear a sentence with that ending from a woman, it’s been an absolute blessing.
You see weather its some fling, bang-buddy or girlfriend, that type of demand simply doesn’t tie too well with me.
In the west, given the thirst of the common man, they would give in to this demand, but the moment I hear this, I would rather her leave.
Why? Because she’s replaceable. When you’re jugging a harem as well as slaying new skanks on the regular, what’s one naggy, demanding pussy worth to you? Literally nothing. There’s enough action going on with girls and life that this kind of immaterial nuisance needs to be discarded.
Whenever you’re offered an ultimatum like that the damage is already done. You give in and you’re a cucked loser whom the girl will lose a ton of respect for, simply for caving in. If you let her go, she’ll either come running back to apologise for her lapse in judgment or she’ll disappear. Both of which are wins. If she comes back, she’s got the same alignment in values and same vision as you, and if she disappears, it saves you time from a drama-queen that doesn’t fit into your life anyway.
For any guy whose used to lifestyle of abundance this comes as no surprised, but try telling this to the average Melbourne guy, it simply doesn’t bode with them. The pussified upbringing that this generation is going to face will have some pretty big consequences in this facet of their lives.
I was out with a couple of friends in Lan Kwai Fong whilst on a business trip. I heard some Australian accents at the bar we were at and came across some students from The University of Melbourne, undergrads who were still attending University. Still naive as ever, and careerist as ever. They introduced themselves and were curious about how life is like for someone outside of Australia. I was frank and told them everything I knew, eventually they started telling me about what life in Melbourne is like (Not that I really care).
Inevitably, the whole Gay Marriage issue came up and their constant uttering of excessive positive words had me thinking how much the environment has influenced them. You see, some things, deny it all you like, people will feel a natural urge of discomfort or disgust towards. That is simply human nature, you cannot change something that is inherent in humans. So what does a leftopia nation do? It conditions the people so heavily to make something that people feel repulsed towards seem “awesome”. The fakeness and over-emphasis of how amazing “Gay culture”, “Gay clubbing” and every other leftist ideology indicated to me that deep inside that’s probably not how they truly felt, but given their environment they are shamed and ostracized for not caving into the pressures of these notions. Back say 10 years ago, you probably could still say you opposed Gay Marriage or being more picky on migrants is a good idea, but nope, not anymore.
Indeed, it’s a free country, but free if you agree with the leftist agenda. The social shaming (and also criminal charges) that would come for truly saying what you believe in is way too big of a risk to face when discussing anything of this nature.
When you come to accept that the belief systems, values and culture of a place so different to your own, you simply don’t want to contribute to it anymore. It makes me sick to the stomach knowing that my taxes would go towards a mail vote for a progressive ideology, and so, you leave. You leave behind a damaged society to live in a place that is more “traditional” or closely aligns with your values.
And so, I come back to visit and notice nothing has changed. Things only seem to be worse.
The people I know here are slugging it out and paying their taxes, funding the cleverest uses of money ever.
The ones that had interests and ambitions to do something great, they faded. They settled for a dull suburban existence consisting of hours of sitting in traffic weekly, coupled with long commutes to anywhere with a sign of life.
The rest dug into their careers to numb themselves of their placid existence in place marred with drudgery.
I think of the insane times, the joys, the lows, the experiences that came from leaving this place behind and they were…. breathtaking. It’s something you simply cannot get in a place where you are implicitly encouraged to be part of the mediocre herd of sheep.
Here, people will spend hours sucking up to their boss and working late to get nothing in return.
In cities of significance, on one night out you can come across someone innocuously that could give you some of the best connections you can possibly make.
So while you’re rushing to get off work, only to sit in peak hour traffic or squash yourself into a peak hour train carriage, maybe think about the bigger picture. It isn’t easy especially if you’ve been unfortunate enough to be brainwashed into thinking this existence is “acceptable”, but just try.
“Some birds weren’t meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright”
As I see the drudgery of the rainbow filled, hyper liberal, psuedo-equalist lives my companions back in Melbourne live today. Here is something I like to show them.
I’m going to tell you what freedom is not. Freedom is not having burdens or responsibilities. It’s not having a job you must go to. It’s not having a girlfriend who is expecting you to call, or having a standing date with friends where your absence must be explained with an elaborate excuse. It is not having to give some type of prolonged notice to terminate a contract or job. It is not owning so many possessions that you need a storage unit. It is not having a wallet full of so many cards that your life turns upside down when you lose it.
I’m reminded of my freedom when I’m on a bus to another city. All my possessions, my summer and winter clothes, my dress clothes and two extra pairs of shoes, are in the undercarriage riding along with me. No one knows where I am, and no one cares. I’m going to a city I’ve never seen before as a stranger, with no obligations to see anything or visit anyone. I have no worries, no bills, and no tasks. I’m reclining on an old chair, but I might as well be floating above the street, with no string wrapped around my neck pulling me back to where I was. I could die on the autostrada, in between villages whose names I don’t know and which are not announced with pleasant signs, and it would take several days for anyone who knows me to find out. Or my bags could go missing and within a couple weeks I could easily have the contents replaced. This is freedom.
I wouldn’t trade these bus rides, of having to answer to no one, for all the money in the world or for all the women in the world. I lay back, close my eyes, and let my thoughts and dreams go wherever they want, with no stress or anxiety disturbing them. There is no rush and there is no hurry. I am free. The whole world can demand something of me and I can laugh them off. My own government can take all my money from my bank accounts but they can’t find me on this bus.
Maybe I will stay a while in my destination or maybe I won’t. Maybe I will invent a new identity with the locals I meet or maybe I’ll be me. Maybe I will get laid or maybe I will work. Maybe I will take a tram or maybe I will walk. I was not free when I lived beyond my means, when I depended on the income that the man would grace me with every two Fridays. But I started to spend less than my earnings, and over the course of years it has given me my freedom. The only person I have to answer to is myself. I can vanish tomorrow, and nothing will happen. If I never check my email, never answer my phone, if I just disappear—I’ll do just fine. If you can’t simply close your eyes, and say goodbye to the world, you are not free.
I was sitting by the hotel bar the other night after dinner and an expired hag approached me. Flirtatious in her approach, and overly direct, I was a little taken back by the effort from her part. Given I had literally had my needs met by a much younger, tighter and hotter girl earlier in the day, I had no intention of taking her up on her advances. The expired cougar was from Melbourne, of all places. I killed time and then as I was about to leave back to my room, she mentioned how much she wanted to go back there with me. I made up some generic excuse and she dropped the line which I simply cannot stand.
I can get laid whenever I want
Whenever a girl says this, it turns me off so much.
In this era, any, I mean ANY girl with a smart phone and a vagina can get banged out at a moments notice. The way biology works means that there will be a horde of thirsty guys willing to dump their care free fucks into a wet hole without any commitment. It’s no achievement, so framing it like one just disgusts me to the maximum proportions. I’ve noticed this line is dropped usually by the lower tier girls anyway, expired cougars, chubby skanks, ugly whores, the ones that feel validation from getting banged out. A girl who is actually hot probably won’t feel the need to say this, she can attain the highest quality of man, not just meaningless quantities.
How long is too long to stay in the dating market?
The chief reason for the emotional unease and psychological unpredictability of the vast number of contemporary females and to a lesser degree, current males exist in in the unattainable pressure between our antique natural tradition and the relatively fresh development of the technological drifting world of unmatched mate choice we now occupy.
It would be a certain shock to the majority of current generation beings to passage back in time and observe how humans lived a more tribal existence. Women getting married in their mid-teens and giving birth only a matter of years later were the norm. There are still some cultures living in this manner as of today. However, the majority of the western population live a contrasting lifestyle whereby family formation is habitually delayed until the mid-30s, if at all.
One significance of this new architype is the ridiculous amount of years consumed in the dating circuit.
Women are intended by nature to begin reproduction in their early to mid-20s. Their danger of miscarriage or foetal irregularities only seem to increase year on year after that and radically so after the age of 35. Her body initiates to wear down which affects how much dynamism she can dedicate to raising her spawn. If she is unable to discover an appropriate mate by her late 20s she will begin to notice that those influential feelings of passion she felt for crushes in her youth, flawlessly formed by evolution to convey a man and woman together to reproduce, now seem subdued and muddled. This in-turn will sap the dating experience of the finest elements it has going for it – namely, the impulsiveness, the elation, the powerful drive to connect – and leave behind a carcass of the emotion that more closely resembles bargaining over a commercial deal or suffering through a boring interview. Overthinking substitutes lust.
It is an embittering realization.
Men haven’t been excluded from this change. In the times gone before us, a man exercised his hard earned-social proofing and material wealth into courting that one special sweet heard over the peak mating years in his lifespan. Before the existence of birth-control, there was an age when the first cherry-popping raw dogged blast inside a woman often lead to conception followed by decades of parenthood. This meant that for men, there was obviously a limit on just how many female sex partners the average man could accrue in a lifetime. The laborious involvement in winning over and keeping the best quality woman, he could afford and then providing for their kids soon thereafter meant that serial dating was not a typical feature of life. Dating dozens of diverse women annually and jumping arbitrarily in and out of mini-relationships is a characteristic of modern life for which men are not adjusted to. The energy obligation is vast. Men have altered to this demanding cycle of meet-attract-close-keep by either settling and marrying the first girl that would have them or by toughening themselves against the decision of women and learning to play the numbers game.
The Sex and The City lifestyle which adds glamour to playing musical man chairs is a stark contrast to our male ancestors who were often locked out of any future matings when a pickup attempt went crooked and the target or cockblock would run and tell the whole tribe what a loser he is. Today, the proximity of exes has very little influence on possible future conquests. For men, this has bought them almost limitless opportunity to get laid. For women, this has mugged them of one of their most potent weapons in ensuring that only the fittest males get access to their vaginas — the contemptuous ostracization of their sexual rejection.
On the flipside, men have lost assurance in the fidelity of their chosen partners while women have attained an unstigmatized sexual freedom allowing them to play the field until in their eyes, the perfect man finally arrives to sweep them off their feet.
What a time we live in..
Every time I come back to Melbourne, I have a hope, a hope that things will be lovelier than the last time I was there, a hope that maybe it’ll be more pleasant than when I left it. Sadly however, that glimmer of optimism typically fades, generally after the third or fourth day upon my return, I realise nothing actually transformed. A few shops moved, a few new signs but ultimately, it’s still the same place. People still plugging away at their jobs, paying their taxes, and experiencing that most placid existence available.
In the time I’ve been gone, I went from place to place, learnt useful lessons, and experienced the highest of highs and lowest of lows. But I come back here and simply can’t see myself being another brick in the wall of delusion. I’ve always maintained and continue to believe that Melbourne is Poison for the types that have the slightest hint of creativity or ambition. Besides sitting in traffic, and boasting about Brunch spots, there’s really nothing going on for the place.
The people seem to be soullessly going through the motions, swallowing the nonsense that’s been thrown out by the general media. The skanks are still shamelessly skanking and finding their herbs after they wasted their peak years getting used like a public restroom. The guys are still “manning” up and accepting the leftovers in the sexual marketplace after slaving away on their careers.
Nightlife remains disappointing, shopping seems stagnant, public transport is still ancient. Some people are comfortable being in the safety of their domiciles, but I never could see myself merely existing in Melbourne. The growth and learning opportunities that come when you’re in new environments and exposing yourself to things you simply can’t get in Australia is very rewarding, and I look back at the years that I’ve spent away from here with fondness as I truly believed staying here and continuing down the pre-determined path that was provided to me would have been a waste.
So, I think I’m happy being abroad. Anywhere but here.
I often get asked to make an argument as to how unconventional sexual acts are wrong, but without making reference to religion.
It’s actually quite simple. For one moment, close your eyes and allow your mind to let slip all of the assumptions and predispositions you garner over the years of having lived as a human in a human culture (doesn’t matter which one).
Now, open your eyes and with fresh vision see the world around you as if for the first time. Aside from technology, particularly destructive technology, what is the most powerful innate quality which humans possess?
It is the power to consciously create life. No other creature does so knowingly. Animals are driven by the sexual impulse and have no conscious awareness of the outcome of their actions. They are all base desire and instinct.
Humans are creatures of passion too, but we are also mind and moral. It has been the utilisation of reason and ethics that have allowed us to shamble out of the forests and build world-spanning civilisations.
When men and women deal in restraint, communities prosper. Anthropology has long acknowledged that the demure feminine witnessed as part of a traditionalist community contributes far more to the cohesion of the group than an unleashed feminine carnality, as we see in matriarchal societies (which inevitably collapse from infighting).
It seems hardwired into humans that we may have free rein of our more primordial instincts, or we may restrain them and thus have higher culture… but not both.
The sexual revolution, unleashed during the enlightenment by money and power hungry Freemasons and their Jacobin confederates was enacted as a kind of control surrogate for the God-given authority of the Catholic Kings whom they sought to overturn. People are controlled by their passions, so whomever enables those passions, controls them… or so they though. We’re now living in the shattered remains of that plan, and from the depths of my heart, I wish to extend a deep and heartfelt “fuck you” to any and all Freemasonic scum who might be reading this now.
The sexual act has mental, physical, emotional and spiritual ramifications which we still do not completely fathom. But we can draw strong correlationary observations. Most pertinent to this subject, I think, is the clear link between unconventional sexual relationships and death:
Homosexual youth attempt suicide more than 3 times more frequently than their heterosexual counterparts. A Canadian study estimated that their risk of suicide is 14 times higher than for heterosexual youth.
Among youth who attempted suicide, almost twice as many homosexual youth said they really hoped to die, as opposed to the attempt being a cry for attention or help.
Of transgender people, between 30-45% report having attempted suicide. Think about that.
Homosexual men have a higher risk of suicide than women although women attempt suicide more frequently.
Then there are the corollary statistics of higher rates of depression and other mental illness, drug-dependence, crime, inability or unwillingness to find or hold on to long-term employment, massively increased likelihood of contracting serious STDs… the list goes on.
Homosexual advocates will argue that this is due to them living in societies that are default “homophobic” (a term that represents nothing), societies which revile and discriminate against them. While I don’t dispute that discrimination exists, I can quite easily point to the fact that as a heterosexual white male, I encounter discrimination frequently, and there are virtually no services, political groups or federal holidays designed expressly to celebrate my identity. In fact, it’s generally vilified, while homosexuals seem to be at the very social apex of modern Western culture.
If you deny that, you’ve been living in the woods for thirty years, or you’re a damned liar.
Few people decide to off themselves while they’re at the top, which is why the suicide rate among billionaires is remarkably low. So I discount the victimhood strategy of the LGBTXYZ crowd.
These people are yearning for the sweet release of death because the act most central to LIFE ITSELF is for one reason or another twisted inside of them, and as Patriarchy columnist Joseph Sciambra so eloquently and repeatedly points out, few people want to try to help them, for fear of being branded “homophobic”. They are, effectively, pushed deeper and deeper into “the life” until they’re tired of life altogether.
We are built, at the very centre of our beings, to want to find the man or woman who will complement us, and with them, create new life… a LITERAL embodiment of our union. Really think about that!
Think of the philosophical significance of it for a moment. If it doesn’t hit you, you haven’t managed to step away from the sexual revolutionary programming which has inculcated promiscuity into your conception of sex.
The fact is, sex is enjoyable because the act of creating new life is imperative. Not because it feels good. If you confuse the symptom for the effect, then there is no difference between you and two pigs going at it in a mud pit.
It’s ultimately not a matter of pointing out what’s wrong with unconventional sexual acts and/or identity (though I believe I’ve made a rather strong start).
It comes down, in the end, to the fact that there is nothing RIGHT about it.