Category Archives: Straight talk

Subsidising PrEP, The message.

PrEP-in-Pills

You live in Australia. You work hard, you pay your taxes and hope those taxes bring the country forward and enhance the country. Then you see that your hard-earned taxes are being used to subsidise a drug that is used as an enabler for homosexual men to engage in unprotected sex with lower chances of contracting HIV.

Imagine that, you’re basically footing the bill so a sub-group of individuals can get more pleasure from their sexual escapades.

Would a prostitute fund where men can get a subsidy to engage in sex with prostitutes be accepted by the population? I mean they are able to enjoy care-free pleasure at the expense of others., same principle right?

I’m glad I don’t reside nor pay taxes to that government anymore.

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Some Responses r/Melbourne

Ahh so I got an email from a reader asking for me to respond to some regular ragey comments on Reddit in regards to my post from over 6 years ago, Melbourne is Poison

Given that the Sub-reddit is laced with Melbourne lovers, I would expect a ton of hate on an article that disagrees with their world view. I do understand most people probably can’t argue or go through my post and raise questions constructively, rather they will make projections in order to back their views up.

Why did the author place quotes around the word growth?

Is this some kind ironic growth? Is the wink implied?

Spending your whole life in a city Vs. exploring different places. Which one would yield more growth, there’s no real unbiased answer, everyone’s answer is different. Mine is obviously not to stay in the same place. There’s a world out there.

Anyway, I got three paragraphs in before it was obvious that this was just some edgy kid raging about nothing in particular. Clearly mistaking negativity for an actual personality.

Very clever, projecting ones personal bias as another persons personality. “I don’t agree so let’s project something negative as the authors own personality!!!!”

Go dig ditches in Sudan for a summer you miserable little fucker. I guarantee by the time you have finished, you will be right as rain.

“miserable little fucker” someone’s getting worked up. Again, no need to respond, it’s from a Melbourne lover.

E- just noticed it is from 2012. With any hope, he finally got laid, and is in a better place.

I think if you took the effort in reading other posts, there isn’t any complaints about getting laid at all, quite the opposite actually, there’s countless stories throughout the blog about getting laid both in Melbourne and abroad. Again, expecting a reader to actually read the post and understand what its about is a tough ask.

The one accurate thing was the comment on melb uni kids being committed to a career. Those shits are overly high achievers and will use every trick in the book to get ahead.

Looks like someones studied there.

My impression is that it was written by an 18 year old emo male student who blames women for their own lack of social skills while considering themselves worldly and edgy.

Again, impressions without reading the rest of the blog. The typical response to anyone one doesn’t agree with you in these topics is “Your a virgin”, “You can’t get laid”. I only hear this in places like Melbourne, I wonder why? When there’s a society like Australia where men date down so heavily, the perfunctory response is this. Where I live now, this just simply doesn’t come up, the responses these people give out are reflective of the environment they are in presently and only further add weight to my points and choices to leave that place behind.

Going by what’s said in the About section, the author would have been a year out after finishing a bachelors degree at that point.

There’s definitely some r/theredpill or PUA stench surrounding some of the other posts on the blog, but putting aside the comments about women… I’m interested to hear what the sub thinks of the comments on Melbourne as a society.

The site is written by a group of people. Yeah, some posts were written a year after graduating, others were written by people who have spent many years out of Melbourne. To start attacking the validity of ones experiences and views because you don’t agree with them is what I’m almost expecting from users on that part of Reddit.

Again, nothing exciting, standard raging from detractors, nothing actually written in the article was debated, simply attempts and insults were passed around as a cheap means to deter themselves from views that don’t comply with their own.

Some posts were alright though

The post is five years old, about the same age as the author when they wrote it. I wrote a blog when I first came to Melbourne. It was called L’ Etranger which tells you what it is like to be a visitor in the city. It’s like looking through the window of a funky cafe with your nose pressed to the glass, watching the cool kids laughing and having fun inside

This kid turned around, put up the hood on his hoodie, and braced himself against the evening chill. Another lonely night of blogging beckoned. That’s all. No biggie.

No biggie at all, just people raging at someones views. I am a Melbourne local, I went abroad, came back and didn’t like the place anymore, so I left, and stay abroad.

The one accurate thing was the comment on melb uni kids being committed to a career. Those shits are overly high achievers and will use every trick in the book to get ahead.

Spot on.

Based on this person’s other posts, their view of our city is heavily influenced by their conservative values and feelings of alienation.

Wow! Someone got it!?! Yes, I grew up in Melbourne and my values don’t align with the place anymore, and I left. I’m substantially happier as an expat abroad.

Reads a lot like a social studies uni student trying to be edgy and subversive, mixed in with somebody who is incredibly negative and unhappy, and seems to hate on everybody else. It’s all a load of crap to me. The circle jerk of psuedo-subversives in the comments is just painful. A few comments suggests the author is of the socialist alternative ilk (or alliance…i forget which ones are the real PITA). If this person hates this city and has such a coloured view, then leave. Simple.

Nah champ, if you read the early posts it clearly states I studied Commerce, then worked at an Investment Bank, then bailed on Melbourne.

It’s another standard view that people have, “Don’t like it, cunt??!!! Then leave!!!”

I left, years ago. Simple.

Hmm, I made the mistake of seeing what else is on the blog. Anti-feminist ramblings. Racist comments. Opposed to gay marriage. Oh no, here we have blatant homophobia. The usual childish ‘leftist’ criticisms blaming ‘leftopia’ for all their problems.

There’s no real mention of “problems” of mine. Just my views and disagreements

I have a feeling we’re getting to the heart of why this ‘writer’ hates Melbourne, and they seem like a vile, ultra-conservative creature. I say ‘writer’ like that because most of the posts are copied and pasted from elsewhere. Acknowledged as copied, but not credited.

Pretty sure those posts I’ve copied have links to the original articles but hey we can start referencing them like a thesis going forward eh?

 

P.S. – So I also came across this article too, seems like the ragey people in Melbourne I left behind aren’t only just noticed by me too, but don’t post this on r/Melbourne, nothing bad can be said about Melbourne there.

Be Bulletproof

I often wonder how adaptable a person can be.

How would they survive if they were taken from the creature comforts of their home city, and dropped into an environment where they didn’t know a word of the local language or a single soul.

How would they react?

Would they whinge and put down everything around them and miss home.

Or would they adapt, put their head down and observe, learn words daily and begin to adapt to the cultural norms.

In reality, most people go through phases of culture shock but the people who are of a higher calibre learn to adapt. They don’t sit around playing Pokemon Go until the odd hours of the night, instead they improve themselves through acquiring knowledge or skills.

You see, people often take the path of least resistance. They are unwilling to step outside of their comfort zone. This could mean never leaving Melbourne besides the annual trip to Bali or Japan. Or Never trying to enter a new field. The list can go on.

But what truly sets the brilliant apart from the average is their ability to adapt.

I’ve noticed it where I live now. The people who are transient in their base but are a calibre above the average are much more in-tune with their surroundings. They adapt so well that they go much further than the hooligan that looks totally misplaced in their behaviour, not just their appearance.

Sure, leaving the west is great, and I am sure many more people who were established back home will take the plunge, but once you do leave, you cannot simply live abroad with the same attitudes and behaviours that you have developed back home.

I for one can totally tell the level that I have changed myself over the years. The bitterness of being in a place where I couldn’t agree or accept its values just made me unhappy. That doesn’t happen anymore.

..but there are other challenges.

The challenge of “Belonging”.

Some societies, you simply wont ever belong regardless of how long you live there.

You’ll always be viewed as different.

Countries that are against Mass-migration and protect their borders and cultures through a largely homogeneous racial profile in its population, will rarely view someone as their own based purely on their foreign appearance.

This is just something you’ll have to accept.

It has its pros and cons but the pros definitely out shine the pain of living back home.

This is something that most never really think of when they are hoping to set up life abroad, it just comes after a while of living in a different society.

The Before and After Paradigm

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.

Stay Quiet

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.

Why?

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.

Why Western Women Have So Much Freedom

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.

This is why men say not to turn a ho into a housewife.

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.

Sweet 16 or a Kirill champagne facial night club event? I can’t tell.

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”

“…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.

 

Melbourne: The Killer of Inspiration

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 traffic is heavier, the safety is worse, the amount of de-generate migrants increasing, homo-levels through the roof, leftism at new peaks, nothing, literally nothing has improved.

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.

Freedom

“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.

 

“Whenever I want”

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.

 

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