Category Archives: Women

Poles and Holes Redux


RL: “A hole only works with a pole, otherwise it’s like a hole in the ground, just sitting there being useless with nothing to fill it up waiting for you to trip over it.”

Is this how you view women?? 😂

As a woman though I feel this way a lot I don’t know if it’s a confidence thing or a society thing. Robert what do you think…?

Actually, I don’t view women that way. I don’t consider a vagina with no penis to put in it to be a useless object. On the other hand though, for gay men…

Believe it or not, I actually wrote that about gay male sexuality. Obviously a society of gay male bottoms ain’t going to work out very well. I doubt if there’s going to be much sex going on.

“A hole needs a pole, and a pole needs a hole” is actually a pretty good way of viewing heterosexual sexuality, especially from the point of view of the poles (the men). Men will literally fuck anything, and I do mean anything. This is the dirty little secret about men. It’s why straight men have sex with men, why men who have no interest in kids screw little girls, why men who have no interest in animals screw animals, etc. A lot of younger women can’t seem to figure this out, but most older women get it. If as a woman, you learn one thing about men in your life, it should be this at least: men will literally fuck anything. Until you understand that, you will never figure us out.

As far as a hole needs a pole, hmmm, a lot of women do like to get fucked though for whatever reason. There’s something special about that act even though it often doesn’t lead to orgasm (only 20-25% of women regularly orgasm from intercourse). Not being a woman and never being fucked, I don’t know what that is.

I am not sure what your statement means. Do you mean that you feel useless without a man?

Tell you what. I have talked to women of all ages all over the world for some time now and some of my best friends have been women (I mean we text back and forth all day long for months), and I keep running into this: the most important thing in any woman’s life is to get a man, to have a man in her life.

For many women, literally their entire lives revolve around getting a man, their relationships with men, etc. Some of these women had very bad experiences with men, and I wondered why getting a man or having a man was so damned important to them, but it was. I actually started thinking  that maybe this was some deeply ingrained thing in human females: the need to have a man. I asked the smartest woman on Earth (my Mom) about it, and she agreed with me that for many women, one of the most important aspects of their lives revolves around getting or having a man.  We talked a bit about why this is, but we couldn’t come up with an answer.

I doubt if it is confidence thing.

Like that hole in the ground is rather useless and even a hazard with nothing to fill it up, a woman is a bit of a loose wheel without a man or men. There’s something missing. There’s a void there. It’s not so much that you lack confidence to live without a man but more that without a man something basic is missing in your existence and you feel an empitness (recall the previous metaphor) and you need something to “fill the hole” in your life.

Relax. You’re normal!


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Germs, The Other Newest One

I feel your body’s close to mine
I hear your breath and mine in time
I know I’m nothing but it’s you that I need
I touch your skin and it starts to feed

You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash

My eyes meet yours in secret glance
Our bodies locked in ancient stance
You whisper something and I know it’s good
You’re acting crazy just like I knew you would

You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash

Embracing my life between your thighs
We will perform in the deadly skies
Reducing my mind to endless nights
You send my dreams to their demise
Realized by your last breath …

I take your hair in to my hands
I pull it tight to fit your demands
Feel my body into yours
I Know it’s right cause that’s my soul you stir

You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash
You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash
You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash
You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another CATCH

In case you are wondering, this is about a homosexual love affair Darby had with another boy at the Hollywood Arts Free School he went to. But no matter. Naked Lunch is a great book, and Death in Venice will never be matched. Art does not abide our petty preferences. This higher calling is meant to transcend your petty prejudices. Art’s not about right and wrong. It’s about beauty, even when it’s ugly as sin.

God, I love this music. Very, very hardcore punk rock from the bowels of Los Angeles late 70’s to 1980. It’s so vicious it’s almost evil, but that’s why it’s great. Anyway I’m a bit of a Germ myself, infecting the bowels of this decaying nation.

I’m certainly contagious, good and bad. Just ask some of my exes.

No wait.

I saw these Germs maniacs in concert once at the Hong Kong Cafe. We got there and there were these angry punkers throwing bottles against the outside of the building. They glared at us, and we looked at them like, Hey not us, guys. We got inside, and we knew some of the local maniacs in there.

Diane Chin of the Alleycats was there. She really liked me one night, but she gave me 10 seconds to make a move. I didn’t do it, so she treated me like dog crap under her shoe for the rest of the night. I looked up at her wailing away on the stage. She seemed to be glaring at me. Apparently I just failed Shit Test 1, and there wasn’t going to be another.

Some of these psychobitches give you one damn chance. You need to move on them very aggressively in 10 seconds or so. You need to walk right up to her, put your arm around her, and drag her  off with that look in your eyes that says you know you’re going to do this baby, no one can turn me down. Of course that violates #metoo 101. You just committed sexual assault, sexual harassment, and sexual misconduct, and if you play your cards very carefully, you commit rape later on that night if she’s willing.

These psychobitches actually want to be more or less raped by a brutish man. They want you to walk up to them, grab them, and start kissing them like they can’t say no. They want to be dragged off by their hair like the cavemen did. They want to be told what to do and ordered around. They want the confidence of Superman and the brooding danger of Marlon Brando. If you can’t measure up, you’re a pussy, and she wants to kill you.

She wore all leather, but that doesn’t mean much. Most punker chicks were submissives deep down inside, like all normal women.

Anyway there she was.

My friend points to her and says, “See that chick there? Diane Chai of the Alleycats?”


“She’s nuts!”

I look over at her.

“Yes, I can see that.”

“When she does her slamdancing thing…”


“That chick! She…actually…breaks…tables!” His eyes are falling out of his head.

Well I knew she was a psychobitch, and now that was confirmed. I made a mental note not to impersonate any tables that night.

My friend’s sister was there along with her best friend, a perpetually scowling punker chick with leather and frizzy hair. You would think she was a dyke looking at her, but no way. She softened up and went submissive if I tried to talk to her. That means, “I like cock.” Dykes don’t to that. Dykes send in reinforcements when you try to talk to them, unless you’re gay, in which case they might like you and treat you like their little boy pet.

I went to the bathroom. There was the great Darby Crash, lead singer of the Germs! Famous! Sort of. A complete maniac! No really, read a biography. He’s all dressed in leather like a street tough. He’s got this sneering snarl that’s rather appealing if you’re a mountain lion. I’m washing up. He sees me and smiles/sneers whatever. It’s not exactly unfriendly. He’s just saying Fuck the World, and he hopes you agree. He looks like he’s  going to bust out laughing. His life was a bad joke, so he probably should have.

“Got any Tuuuuuuuuuinalssss?” He asks me with the not unfriendly James Dean sneer, a smiling laugh waiting to bust out and blow up the room.

His voice is is faggier than the Castro. He’s making limp wrist gestures. This dangerous maniac is actually a flaming faggot! What the Hell, man? The leather, the homicidal look, the deranged masculinity of a caged animal, and wrap it up with a mincing queen. It’s not even a product. It’s an April Fools Joke. Nothing about it even makes sense.

He’s asking me for Tuinols. Those are downers, barbiturates. Also called Blues. Popular back then.

Take one, and it’s like drinking a six pack.

Drink on them and you might die. Get behind a wheel, and all bets are off.

Give one to a chick, and she’ll turn into a half-conscious slavering nympho who won’t remember a thing in the morning. These pills do have their uses, you know? Girls liked to take them so they could have slutty irresponsible sex with the excuse that they were too wasted to be responsible, with the added benefit of being amnestic the next morning. Who knows what the truth is?

The thing is probably just a confession booth in a capsule. “I now absolve you of all responsiblity!” A blue excuse.

Well, I dealt drugs of course. I did for many years. And never got caught. Neener neener cops. I never sold pills though. Those are dirty and ugly. Sell them to some idiot, and he crashes into a bicyclist at night. You’re on the hook for felony murder and a guilty conscience til death no bottle can wash away.

“Nope, sorry,” I said. “Tuinal cigarettes. All I have are Tuinol cigarettes.” Well there’s no such thing. That’s an assholey thing to say, but then, Darby was an asshole, so it was probably appropriate.

“Tuinol cigarettes!?” he scoffs, realizing it’s a stupid joke. Part of him wants to hit me, and the other part wants to bust out laughing.

He starts sneering, and bursting out laughing in outrage, snarling out the door holding back the laughter.

I decided that I sort of like the guy, and now I just met a famous and very dangerous punk rock musician.

We go back to the club and buy Heinekens. My friend’s sister goes submissive, crumbles when I say hi. All the evil in her wrings out like a sponge. Now she’s a ragdoll, waiting to be taken. I get it. She wants to be raped too. All these scary punker bitches do. They’re all little girls at the end of the day.

Rape!? Well. Consensual rape. Let’s put it that way. You know, the way most mammals do it?

All you have to go is grab her like a maniac. And no, you don’t ask permission, you #metoo boneheads. Asking permission is pussy. It’s fail. A man doesn’t ask permission for anything. He takes what he wants, caveman-style.

I’m too chicken, so it’s a fail. Been listening to too many feminists. The only way to seduce her would be very roughly anyway, and that violates sexual misconduct, sexual harassment, and assault right there, with (consensual) rape later on if you get lucky. I’ve turned pussy. It’s all the fault of feminists and paying too much attention to my mother. About certain things, a man should never really listen to his mother. Listen to his father? Maybe.

The first show is Joanna Went. Apparently she’s actively psychotic or something. Her act is some sort of a schizophrenic breakdown on stage. I’m wondering if she’s really crazy or just a maniac like all the rest of these animals.

“Catatooooonic!…………Schizophreeeeenic!……..” She wails at no one and nothing. Her eyes look crazed. She’s got football player shoulder pads on like a circus freak. On a chick with pink hair. Well. That’s weird. Partway in, she starts ripping at the pads. The pads come open. They’re filled with shredded cheddar cheese! That makes perfect sense!

She’s grabbing handfuls of the cheese and throwing it out into the audience, wailing like a crazy woman the whole time. The maniacs in the audience are picking up handfuls of cheese and throwing it everywhere. Pretty soon the whole audience is caught in an actual blizzard of cheese. Like zero visibility. We are all covered with cheese. We’re pissed off, so we reach down and grab handfuls of cheese and start throwing them at Joanna. Hard. As hard as possible. That bitch. She threw cheese at us! For some reason, she likes this and smiles. She wants you to hate her. She’s trying to piss you off. It’s Duchamp and Man Ray, half a century too late. Dada, get it?

This nonsense is called Performance Art. I am not sure what the artistic statement is. Apparently that she’s crazy, we’re all crazy, and the rest of the world is nuts too. I think she could have said that without creating cheese blizzard, but it’s ok. Now I have another cool story to brag about.

The Germs come out.

There’s an air of menace in the club. It’s scary, you might get hurt. But that’s exhilarating too. Like war. The rush of impending potential violence. You’re on edge, but you’ve never been so excited.

The drummer is Don Bolles. He looks like a maniac.

The guitarist is Pat Smear. He looks like he’s criminally insane.

The bass player is this hot blond reform school runaway chick. She looks dangerous too.

Hell, they’re all dangerous. So’s the audience. That’s the general idea here. After a while, the dangerousness infects you, and you start getting antisocial yourself. I’m starting to feel pissed off. I guess that was the plan.

The band careens off into their set. This is some of the most terrifying music I’ve heard. Pure savage wailing raw animal menace. Perfect for a predatory animals like us. Apex predators. We forget that too often. We can kill everything else.

I’ve got nothing to be mad about, but I hate the world anyway. I’m not sure what the problem is, or if it’s even a problem. I want to hate the world, so maybe it’s adaptive. But why? I’m probably just not getting laid enough. But even if I was getting laid, I’d still be pissed off. I was 23 years old.

And now I’m gonna be 22!
I said a…Hey hey!
And a boo hoo!

– Iggy Pop and the Stooges, 1970


Speed jive

Don’t want to stay alive
When you’re 25

– Mott the Hoople, All the Young Dudes, 1972

You get the picture. Young men don’t need a reason to be angry.

Look back in anger.

What are you rebelling against?…What do you got?

Who knows what causes this aimless and meaningless anger of young men? It’s probably all down to testosterone poisoning.

The set’s halfway over.

Darby Crash has that same wild sneer and the 5150 look. He looks like he needs to be Baker Acted, and soon. He’s crouched down on the stage like a wild animal. Like a tiger. Or lion. Same man-eating look.

Everybody is starting to hate him. That’s the idea. Why? He’s an asshole! Just look at him! He wants you to hate him, get it? It’s not even serious. It’s a band of provocateurs.

People are throwing stuff at the stage, mostly at Darby because he deserves it most. The more people throw stuff, the more he smiles, crouches lower and screams like a man-eating feline. I’m starting to hate him. He’s really pissing me off.

We have cokes full of ice. There’s only ice left. I am grabbing handfuls of crushed ice and throwing it this freak on stage. Hard! Try to him! Hit him!

But why?

Because he’s an asshole! Just look at him.

The more ice that gets thrown at him, the more he smiles. It’s all a bit sado-masochistic. But as long as I’m dom, it’s all good.

The show crashes on until it ends, a freeway pileup in the fog on a sound stage.

We stumble out of the building.

It’s New Years Eve, 1979. Tomorrow will be a whole new decade.

The 70’s are over. Bye bye Hotel California. Bye bye paradise. Call someplace paradise, kiss it goodbye.

Hello Germs. Hello Hell. Hello Other Newest One.

It’s the end, the end of the 70’s! It’s the end, the end of the century!

We lurch out of the building and into an alleyway. A crazed, drunken man stumbles into our path. He can’t even walk. He careens nearly into us and crashes to the ground. He picks himself up and looks back at us wildly. We stop. He has granny glasses. He fell on his face, and one lens is smashed. There’s blood all over his eye. It’s Clockwork Orange and Night of the Living Dead combined. Pure horrorshow, droogies.

Maybe he’s gone blind. Who knows?

It’s horrible. There’s blood pouring out of his eye socket. He puts one hand up to his bleeding eye and lurches off ahead of, fertilizing the dawn of the new decade crimson red in his path.

It’s a whole new decade. Things are getting scary. Reagan just won. Nothing makes sense. Everyone’s pissed off and, no one knows why. A new decade looms ahead, glowing ominously with pregnant danger.

We shake our heads at the horror and the spectacle.

A whole new decade has come crashing in filth and fury. We drive home in near silence on the freeway. After all we saw, there’s no words to add. The words are sucked out of us for a good hour. We still don’t quite believe it happened, and we are trying to take it all in.

And that was the night I saw the Germs.


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Etiologies and Possibilities of Change in Male and Female Sexual Orientation

Huho: I’m surprised that the myth that you can turn gay exists post 1945.

Maybe it’s not a myth? Depends how you define being gay. There are heterosexual men by orientation who have chosen a gay lifestyle because they were terribly rejected by women or straight society. Apparently men don’t turn them on at all, but they go gay because women reject them and they want to have a sex life. Are these men gay? Are they straight? What are they? What determines orientation, attraction or behavior.

We only know that male sexual orientation is fixed at age 15. I report this a lot, but no one else does, and sites linking in to my articles about this often express disbelief and shock.

A large percentage of the  Cultural Right continues to insist that all gay people have chosen a gay lifestyle. The therapists around Saccarides and NARTH have always promoted a line that males apparently turn gay somehow or other in boyhood due to poor father identification.

They also insist that gay men can change their sexual orientation with their fraudulent therapy, yet science has now abundantly proven that all studies attempting to turn gay men straight or even bi for that matter, have failed. I remember one article I read that listed ~80 publications documenting the inability to change gay men.

If gay men can’t move at all, straight and bi men may not move either. And indeed the latest science that by age 15, males cannot even be moved around in their orientation – you can’t change a 10-90 gay man to a 20-80 gay man.

Heterosexual orientation cannot be increased in the lab and homosexual orientation cannot be increased. This goes for even the sexual orientation continuum, where they can’t even move a bit on the continuum.

They have not yet documented that straight men cannot be turned gay. We don’t know if heterosexual orientation can be decreased or if homosexual orientation can be increased because no straight man ever shows up in the lab wanting to turn gay.

There is however one tantalizing case in the literature of a straight college man who wanted desperately to turn gay who had tried for several years with no success. He hated women and  spent most of his time with gay men, but he couldn’t move his orientation. He had been trying and failing for several years when he showed up for therapy.

Straight men who go gay in prison nearly always revert right back to heterosexuality when they walk out that gate.

As I said though, if it works one way it has to work the other, otherwise you have to postulate heterosexual orientation as some weird weak force that can always be decreased and and never increased and homosexual orientation as some strange virulent virus that can always be increased but never decreased. That hypothesis fails even before testing, as it doesn’t make sense.

There wasn’t much evidence until recently that male sexual orientation is immutable past age 15 and that sexual orientation may even be fixed or rooted before then. This whole “born gay” business has not been going on very long. How long? 20 years? 30 years?

Homosexuals still insist that “sexuality is fluid,” while insanely saying that “gays are born gay.” They want it so all of them are born gay and can’t change, and all straight people can turn bi or something anytime they want. Clever, right? Gay sites still react with rage and fury when I say that male sexual orientation is fixed at age 15. Then start jumping up and down and yelling that straight men can turn bisexual at any age. Obviously the ideal situation for them is them all being stuck gay forever and us all being able to go halfway anytime we want. It’s so obviously self-serving that it is disgusting.

Gay politics is so insane that you could nearly diagnosis a Delusional Disorder for the whole movement in the DSM. Almost every single notion that they promote is a flat out lie.

A lot of women absolutely turn bisexual. Female sexual orientation is not immutable as men’s is.

I still get a lot of flak from SJW’s  who insist that male and female sexuality is fluid and people can move all over the place all through life on whatever whim of the moment they have, and this is wonderful because “no one cares” who’s gay and who’s not, so I guess if 50% of society turns gay, this is the greatest thing since Kleenex? Many pro-gay people continue to write “sexuality is fluid” at the same time they write “nobody chooses their sexual orientation” and “all gays are born gay.” In fact, these three contradictory notions are part of any Cultural Left discourses on sexual orientation.

There seems to be evidence that women’s attractions and even orientation can move around, and a fair amount of women move around through life. A lot of straight women turn lesbian, and quite a few lesbians turn straight. Straight women turn bi all the time. Teenage girls nowadays go through phases where they are straight, bi, lesbian, asexual, pansexual, etc. shifting between any one of these things to any of the  others all the time. A blob of mercury is easier to pin down.

Female sexual orientation is very poorly understood and a lot of lesbians seem to be lesbians of choice.

Current theories of how women arrive at a lesbian sexual orientation are irrational and even fail the smell test.

For instance, I like to go to porn movie sites. You know what they are. Pornhub, Xhamster, Xmovies. The videos are nice but I especially like to read the comments.  They’re almost better than the videos, which I often skip through and miss most of the video, only watching parts.

I have seen many cases of women cheering wildly for the dirtiest straight porn you could possibly imagine. Gangbangs, blowbangs, bukkakes, etc. with one woman and 26 guys, stuff like that. These videos show women engaging in the most perverse acts of wild heterosexuality with zero lesbianism. Face it, a woman doing that has a heterosexual orientation that is as strong as it can get. Attraction to men doesn’t get any stronger than that.

I followed a lot of these accounts back, and in many cases, these women cheering wildly for some gangbang with 10 guys are lesbians! Now this makes no sense to me. Lesbians, if the definition makes sense, are turned on by women and lesbian sex but not turned on by men and heterosexual sex. So it looks like a lot of lesbians are very much turned on by men and women engaging in wild straight sex with men, yet nevertheless insist that they are lez.

This makes no sense, and it implies that the decision to go lez is not based on what women are attracted to or turns them on. It’s probably more likely rooted in fear and hatred of men, and just coincidentally, vast numbers of “born that way” lesbians for some odd reason also have virulent hatred of phobic behavior towards men. Apparently they were born with a vicious hatred and terrifying fear of men! What sort of sense does that make?

The only thing that makes sense is that a lot of lesbians have tried men and had a lot of bad experiences with them, so they started hating and fearing men while going lez.
I’m sorry. If you are highly aroused by men and women having sex with men, how can you possibly be a lesbian? Someone lay this out for me.

Further, we have scientifically documented sexual orientation change of some lesbians in the lab. Some lesbians, predictably, are that way due to fear of men (documented by science). If they are motivated to change, these women can be changed by sex therapists who work with them to get rid of their fear of men. I have no idea what happens to the attraction to women. Gay sites go completely crazy, screaming and yelling, whenever I say that because it interferes with their “lesbians are born that way” lie.


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Lily Allen, “Not Fair”

This new singer I just discovered is part of a new musical movement.

A new genre called Electropop has appeared in the 2000’s. I am just now getting turned on to it. It has its roots in Soft Cell and Gary Numan. I actually like Soft Cell despite their openly gay music. Gary Numan was good too. This was sort of dance music of the late 70’s and early 80’s. Soft Cell was popular dance music for people of all sexual orientations.

I am just learning about this Electropop and I like it a lot! It also reminds me of disco music from the 1970’s. Everyone hates the music and the era, but I grew up then, so I have nothing but great memories of those days. And disco music was some of the finest dance music ever produced in the modern West. Vastly underrated.

I am just now learning about this singer-songwriter, and this song is from her second album, which went more Electropop. Her lyrics are very female-centered and offer a glimpse into the female mind and psyche. I actually like that because females are fascinating and there’s a disguised female lurking somewhere in my hypermasculine brain. These lyrics are also quite dirty if you listen closely, not that that’s a bad thing especially because the dirtiness is from a the POV of female sexuality, which is always interesting.

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Repost: My Theory on “Game”

This ran, incredibly, a full six years ago, but it’s amazing how well it has held up to the test of time. It’s such a good post that it deserves a rerun.

Curious asks me about my “game” philosophy. I didn’t want to write this post, but I decided to bang one out anyway.

First of all, women have no understanding of Game, similar to how they do not understand many things. Women think Game is evil. They think Game involves trickery, scamming, deceiving, and manipulating as a form of  seduction. Of course it can be that, and seduction is the biggest scam of them all. Honest player is an oxymoron. But it needn’t be so. It’s possible to have great Game if you are simply a very sexy man who is appealing to women.

Your Game is your sex appeal and everything you do to get women to like you.

Really your Game is simply your sex appeal. Your Game, more specifically, is all of those techniques, styles, behaviors, thoughts, feelings and manners that a man uses to try to get women. All men have Game. Even men with monogamous partners have Game. The monogamous man who is irresistible to women, the guy ever woman in the office wants but can’t have – this man has fantastic Game.

Obviously married men used Game to get into the relationship in the first place. Many monogamous men are nevertheless very smooth operators who are quite sexy to women. That’s their Game right there.

And their Game is also whatever techniques, styles, etc. they are using to keep the relationship on the up and up because all relationships with women, even marriages, must be Gamed. You have to Game your woman. You have to Game your wife. I’m sure there are a lot of men out there who will jump up and scream that they do not use any Game in their relationships or marriages. If that’s true, I feel sorry for them. I can’t think of an easier way to blow up a relationship or marriage than refusing to Game it and Game it well.

There are a set of blogs out there talking about Married Man’s Game. Yep, your Game is ongoing even after you get married, and there is a recognition in the Manosphere that even relationships and marriages must be Gamed to keep them functioning well.

Women will not understand anything I wrote above and will go on insisting that Game is some diabolical form of scammy and sleazy seduction. As I said, it can but it needn’t be. Fine. Let them think that. But you men should know better if you got this far already.

Where do you usually meet women? Bars? Social circle?

What does your Game consist of? What do you talk about with women that gets them attracted to you?

Women like me, and I know how to talk to women. Or at least they used to, and I used to. Now I’m not attractive to anyone. A lot of women still like just fine, but they don’t want me getting to close, especially the younger. It’s a very surface friendliness with the idea behind it that I should not try to make it friendlier and more personable.

I assume I still know how to talk to women. In fact, I just talked to a few women today on some dating sites. Apparently I’ve still got it.

I also understand women extremely well, that is, “I know women.” I know how they operate and how they think, and I can figure them out to some degree to the extent that they can be figured out by anyone. It’s very important to become a “student of women” and try to figure out what makes them tick.

This education should be reality based and subject to reality testing with real world women and not just something you read in some guy’s book or on a website somewhere. Like most things, it comes from real world experience.

Sadly, men who have little experience with women will never learn to understand them well and hence will probably continue messing up with them, acting inappropriately, etc.

I often go quite slow, and women often say I am very nice. That’s why they like me. They say, “You are kind to me”, “You are very nice to me.” Stuff like that. I know you are not supposed to be a nice guy, but it works pretty good for me.

On the other hand, I do not tolerate much in the way of shit from women. If they get out of line, sometimes I just say things like, “Shut up bitch!” Then I give them a big grin and start laughing. Curiously, they often respect that, but I would not overdo it. Women like a guy who stands up to their shit when they overstep their bounds.

I generally “let the woman lead” as far as conversation, flirtation, talking about sex, and whatever goes. I hold back and just make occasional probing remarks here and there and now and then and see how they respond. They are usually the ones who start talking about sexual stuff first, because I am not into jumping off with that. Sometimes I get the impression that they get frustrated with me because I am not moving on them, so they start moving on me.

I also apologize a lot and even ask if I offended them if I say something sexual. The response is usually, “No! Not at all!”

I know that going slow like that is not supposed to work, but it works for me.

My philosophy is “let the woman lead.” If you put her in charge of the situation, she feels empowered. It’s also important to have an accepting role of female sexuality. I don’t slut shame. I even slut praise. This opens them up so they feel relaxed about being sexual.

A lot of times they confess all sorts of wild sexual stuff to me – how they screwed two guys at once, got gangbanged, had sex with a woman, and all of the weird kinks and perversions they have. You would be amazed at how much wild sexual stuff many ordinary women have done and how bizarre, kinky, or even sick their fantasies or kinks are.

I accept all of their wild sexual activities and kinks. I cheer it all on and try not to slut shame in any way whatsoever. In my opinion, slut shaming in any way puts the cooler on female sexuality. Even women who have been to orgies and who like to have sex with other women don’t really like being slut shamed.

If a woman is more proper or takes pride in not being a slut, I cheer that on too, and tell her that I appreciate a woman like that, a woman who’s not a slut and takes pride in her sexual propriety. You praise her for being a good girl.

I know it’s hypocritical to both praise sluts for being sluts and good girls for being good girls, but that’s the way I roll.

I never admit or confess to any sexual weaknesses such as not getting any or being unsuccessful with women in any way, shape, or form. Nothing turns a woman off more than a guy who can’t get any.

I do make references to my sexual history, typically just to alleviate concerns that I am some sort of a virgin. I use “fake modesty” when I do this and say it in a matter of fact way like I was talking about drinking water. I also act like I am embarrassed about my history and often say it’s not all beds of roses, that there’s a downside to promiscuity. Women like studs but not braggart studs. More like modest studs who act like it’s no big deal, like breathing air.

I also often say that my promiscuous days are in the past, and now I am looking for one woman, as I am too old to run around now. That’s probably a lie, but it’s a great line. If you come right out and say you’re a player, and that’s the way you roll, you turn a lot of women off who don’t want to be Woman Number 4. Most women want to be Woman Number 1, and you have to make her feel like she has a chance to do that, even if she really doesn’t.

So don’t say, “I’m a player.” She thinks you will pump and dump her or you have various other women, and most women don’t dig that. Much better to come off as “reformed and chagrined player who had his fun but now he’s seen the light and ready to change and be a one-woman man” even if that’s a complete lie, which in my case it always has been. It doesn’t matter if what you tell women is true or not; all that matters is whether this or that line or attitude is going to work or not. If it doesn’t work, don’t say it. If it works, say it. Whether it’s true or a lie is irrelevant when dealing with women. If telling the truth is going to work, you tell the truth. If lying is going to work best, then you lie. Real simple.

I make a point to say how I like women better than men, and I prefer the company of women to the company of men ,and that’s just the kind of guy I am and have always been.

If they ask me why I never married, I say that I dated  200 women and girls in my life, and I had a great life with a lot of great love affairs and even long term relationships. That turns a number of them off right there, but others either laugh or get intrigued. Often they express shock and disbelief. Probably the most common reaction is uncontrolled laughter. For some reason, most humans, boys, girls, men, and women from 8 year old boys to 80 year old women think notorious playboys are hilarious. This is true across cultures too. That holds across cultures too. I told that to an Indian friend of mine and he told his wife, a proper and prim Brahmin women who may have been a virgin when she got married. I was afraid she would act disgusted but he told me she laughed for a good 10 minutes.

Then I say, “I just never married any of them.” Women don’t like older never married men too much. When I was younger, they didn’t even like younger never married men. The idea is that there is something wrong with you that turns off women, or you can’t get laid and you are a 40 year old virgin. Basically, never married screams “Loser!” to a lot of women. On the other hand, players get a pass.

If some notorious player never married, no one really cares too much. That is considered an acceptable way to be a hardcore bachelor. Once again, a lot of people seem to think it is hilarious too. As you get older, it can get even more hilarious because older men are not supposed to be like this. Older players are almost defying the laws of physics and for some reason, they are even more hilarious. They’re like a runaway train that even the US airforce can’t get.

I am happy being alone. I never say I am lonely or miserable even if I am. If I am depressed, I usually lie and say I’m not. I can’t think of anything stupider than telling  a woman you’re lonely, miserable, or depressed. You might as well take a felt pen and write loser across your forehead. This is what I mean when I said you have to lie to women. Being honest to women all the time simply doesn’t work. It’s a guaranteed fail. Why do it? You trying to win points with Jesus?

I admit that I am broke, but I say that I don’t care, and I am not into money. If you say you are broke and miserable, once again that screams loser.

Bottom line is if your life is screwed up in any way, don’t admit it to women. It’s a guaranteed fail. Simply embrace the screwed up areas of your life and say you are perfectly happy living in a slum, driving a rattletrap, or eating cans of beans for dinner or whatever it is that is messed up about your life.

The main thing is that if she sees you as weak, you are not going to get any. It doesn’t matter if you are weak in various ways in your personal life. All of us men are weak. The only men who are not weak are liars and dead men. So what if you’re weak about this or that! Just don’t admit it to women!

Women hate whiners. If you whine, women say get off your ass and solve your problem, idiot! And don’t complain too much, at least about personal stuff. You can complain about non-personal stuff all you want.

I am a very easy-going guy with a great sense of humor.

I ask women a lot about their own lives and get them talking about themselves a lot. This is great because people love to talk about themselves, and most guys don’t listen to women at all. If a woman is going on and on about the latest crazy drama she is involved in, simply lean forward, make occasional comments like, “I see”, “ok”, “And then what happened?”, “Ahhhh”. “He did?”.  you get the picture. That’s called active listening. You don’t have to actually listen to her. I think you should try to listen, but if her crazy hour-long drama story leaves you baffled, just lean forward and pretend you understand.

I’ve been doing this my whole life and women always say what a fantastic listener I am. Truth is a lot of the time I am just pretending to listen to them or humoring them when they are rambling on about some convoluted drama. I doesn’t work to tell women to shut up or that you are bored, that they’ve talked enough, or that you don’t care. That’s a fail. A lot of men do this. Men are notorious for not listening to women at all, telling them they are boring, tuning them out, walking out of the room, telling them to shut up, etc. I understand why men do this because women’s endless soap opera lives are rather insipid from our point of view.

The more crucial matter is: You want to get laid or not? Women love good listeners. That’s the best thing you can be. When women are happy with your behavior, they tend to reward you. As in, you get laid. What I am saying is pretend to listen to her if you want to have a sex life. I can’t tell you how many times I listened to some convoluted and absurd drama after dinner for a couple of hours. When she’s done, she typically said what a wonderful listener I am, got a smile on her face, and said let’s go in the bedroom. Get it? If you’re a good listener, she rewards you by fucking you!

With women I know on any level, I figure out where I am with them sexually to the extent if I can say anything remotely sexual or even friendly. Test the waters now and again with friendly conversation and see how far it goes. If she shuts it down, pack up and leave. Too many men keep pounding away and rejecting women like they are broken coke machines, and if you bang on them enough, a bottle comes out.

If you to figure where you are sexually with her, there are things you can say to bring that out. Compliment her on her outfit. Tell her she looks beautiful today. Be very careful about sexual conversations with women you know if you are not sure they are ok with that. That’s a serious danger zone. You can only talk about sexual stuff with women who have greenlighted you to do that. Way too many men get too friendly with unfriendly women and get way too sexual with women are not even friendly to them, forget sexually interested. This is the source of most women’s complaints about creepy behavior.

Women are not broken coke machines. A shutdown is a shutdown. It means bye bye, not try harder, I’m playing hard to get, etc. Way too many men keep persisting in the face of the obvious shutdowns and this the root cause of this #metoo idiocy.

With a lot of young women  nowadays, I can’t even get very friendly with them by engaging them in much conversation, forget talking dirty or flirting. They see me as an old man, and while they are polite to me, any conversation other than perfunctory is regarded as “overly friendly,” and if I try to do it, I tend to get hard shutdowns pretty quickly.

I monitor the situation all the time with all the women I know or in my life and keep a  database in my head regarding where I am with them on a friendly or sexual basis and hence how I am allowed to talk to them. Then I proceed to deal with them accordingly.

You can talk to different women about different things at different levels. Figure out what are the permissible levels of conversation with each women you deal with regularly and then deal proceed. Update regularly as if they were entries in a database. The more you do this, the less you will be accused of inappropriate or creepy behaviors.


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The Big Fat Feminist Lie: Men Can Get Sex Anytime They Want, Just Like Women

Jason: Anyway, these idiots don’t have any real problems I bet. They’re not skinny or fat, disabled,, so why are they so uptight? Surely they can get chicks?

All feminists say this crap. All of them. No exceptions! One more reason why feminists are garbage, as if there weren’t enough already.

This is the feminist bullshit again. Both male and female feminists insist that any man can go out and get laid by a woman anytime he wants. All you have to do is try. There’s all this free sex out there for the taking.

Ok, if this is true, that men can get laid just as easily as women:

Why is there a whore market?

How is it that the average woman has only three sex partners in her entire life if women are such sluts that any man can go get laid by a woman any time he feels like it? Obviously women are not giving it up too much. Sounds like they are only giving it up to a few men in the context of marriages or long-term relationships.

More importantly, if men can get sex from a woman anytime they want, why is that the average man has only six sex partners in his life? If straight men could get laid by a woman anytime they wanted to, I assure you they would have a Hell of a lot more than six sex partners in their lives. More like 50. Or 300!

That’s the way it is for gay men. Gay men can supposedly pretty much get sex anytime they want. If this theory about straight men being able to get women anytime they want is true, then this means that straight women are just as slutty as gay men. Is that true? Gay men are the biggest whores on the planet. Is it true that straight women are just as slutty as gay men? Let’s test this insane feminist theory out with real science and raw facts, the terrain of hard reality where all feminist theory bites the dust of unreason.

Straight women, median number of sex partners: 3.

Straight men, median number of sex partners: 6

Gay men, median number of sex partners, 51.

Gay men, average number of sex partners in a lifetime (asked of elderly gay men), ~300.

Gay men have 300 sex partners in their lives, and straight women have three. Yet straight women are just as whorish and slutty as gay men. Right!

This argument never did make sense. Anyone knows that. If free sex was that easy to get, how many men would buy whores? The whore market would dry up just like that. The only reason a whore market exists at all is because women can get sex anytime they want to and men cannot. I have heard male feminist pussy cucks give all sorts of insane reasons why a whore market exists even though the sexual marketplace is identical for men and women. One argument is that men want perverted stuff and that’s why they buy whores.

And you can’t get perverted sex from women nowadays? I don’t know about younger women, but sex with older women nowadays is like something out of porn movie. Whatever you want to do, they are pretty much down for it except for some really crazy stuff. There’s no need to buy a whore for wild porn sex anymore. Regular women are perfectly willing to accomodate, or at least that’s my experience. It’s so crazy that at my age, they even compete with other women to try to outwhore each other. Before you even have the first date, they list their whole sexual repoirtoire, taking pains to note how they will do things that most other women won’t do, and how their skills in _______ fill in the blank are better than those of 99% of women.

Anyway, straight men are not very perverted. Most straight men have relatively normal sexual tastes. They’re not nearly as perverted as gay men, who win the gold for the Sexual Perversion Triathlon every time.

More importantly, why do feminists believe this idiocy in the first place? Feminist ideology is that males and females are completely equal, right? So therefore the sexual marketplace for women must be the same as the sexual marketplace for men. Once you start admitting that the sexual marketplaces differ markedly, you start opening up the scary possibility that maybe men and women are not so equal after all…that maybe they are very different, on an inborn biological level yet. And feminists have to keep that biological gender horse from busting down the barn door, so they keep the barn good and locked. No thought crimes allowed,  for fear of total theoretical collapse. Keep up the charade to save the theory. The very ideology of feminism is at stake! This is an important matter!


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The Problem with the Anti-Heels Movement for the Berlin Film Festival

In reference to this piece:

Archie Leach says: I don’t see anything wrong with this.

Most women I know actually hate wearing high heels and only wear them on occasions that “require” them wearing them.

Otherwise, at least the women I know, are like anyone else and wear shoes that are most comfortable.

First of all, I would like to say that I like Archie and I am proud that he is one of our commenters. This response is not meant to attack him. My response follows:

Do you have any idea how much feminists hate high heels? They hate high heels, they hate sexy outfits, a lot of them even hate makeup.

They are furious at the whole idea that women should dress up to please men. That’s what they ate.

I have talked to some women, older women, who were actually proud to say that they still wear heels in their 40’s and 50’s. That’s because these are women who like being sexy for men. Feminists consider women like this to be brainwashed.

Do you see the part where she says she wants women to avoid “the patriarchal gaze?” Do you know what that means? It’s feminist talk. Feminists go on and on about “the male gaze.” As soon as girls start looking like women as teenagers, they start being subjected to this horrible male gaze, which is apparently devastating to these fragile perma-virgin perma-victims. Feminists hate the fact that we look at women. They even consider it a form of sexual harassment, and some of the idiot #metoo charges are against men are against men who looked at women. We are not supposed to look at them at all, or if we do, we are supposedly to look at them in a nonsexual way, which is impossible for any real men who’s not dead or gay.

Next time a woman points to her face and says, “My face is up here” (a reference to the fact that you are looking at her tits like all real men do), respond, “If you don’t want me looking at your tits, baby, why don’t you quit walking around with your tits hanging out?” Because that’s what idiot modern Western feminist women do. They walk around with their tits hanging out and their cleavage showing, and then they get furious because we are looking at your tits like any healthy male mammal would. Feminism has ruined Western women and it’s made them all insane to boot.

I do agree though that women attending these festivals should not be pressured into wearing uncomfortable tight gowns and heels, and should not be seens as uptight prudes if they refuse to do so. That’s just wrong. Women attending these festivals can wear whatever they want. That’s fine with me.

Do you realize that feminists actually want to ban high heels from certain venues? I shit you not.

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The Latest Feminist Insanity


Boy, feminists really hate high heels, don’t they? SMH.

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American Hypersexed Culture An Illusion Propagated by Gay Hollywood

This comment was from a post I wrote noting that the median straight man has sex with six women in his lifetime, and the average straight woman has sex with only three men in her lifetime. Of course, this goes against the literally insane culture that all single straight men can just go out and get sex anytime they want.

Curiously (or perhaps not so curiously) this idiocy is promoted by feminists, especially male feminists, more than anyone else. I am not sure why, but feminism is simply Feminine Thinking Politicized (and Weaponized) or better yet the Feminine Character Politicized (and Weaponized).

Females, at least here in the modern West, are convinced that any single man can go out and get sex anytime they want to. I ask women about this, and they answer, “Well they could just go to a bar and they’re guaranteed to get a woman to have sex with them that night.” I try to tell them that this is not the case at all, and if were that easy to get laid in bars and clubs, men would spent all their time there, and society would come a halt, but it’s like talking to a wall. I don’t get through to them. They simply cannot comprehend it.

Let me tell you something. As noted above, if it were literally that easy to get laid in a bar or even a club, bars and clubs would be swarming with men every night and probably all day long too. In fact, I would probably be  writing this piece at a table at a bar myself, at 11 AM yet.

They think this way because of solipsism. Quite simply, females are solipsistic. Because of this solipsism, women are unable to put themselves in males minds and try to think like men or see the world as men do. This is why women see the world as a fantasy creation of the dream world of Feminine Character instead of how it actually is – a cold, cruel, unfair world where you barely stand a chance.

In this case, most women can  get laid anytime they want to. “By lowering your standards!” They retort. Of course that is true, but the average attractive woman could easily have her pick of 10-15 attractive men every day if she chose, at a minimum. Female humans, like other female animals, are notoriously fickle about their sexual partners and test them for fitness, choosing the best one who will pass on the best genes just like any other mammal, or even a bird or a fish for that matter. Females have been picky for a long way back in our heritage, all the way back to when we were frogs, if any of you can remember that far back.

Hence, due to female solipsism, if a woman can get laid anytime she wants, obviously a man can get laid any time he wants to because whatever is true for women is true for men and woman can only see the world as it is for women and not how it is for men.

Anyway this is a very interesting take only the Big Lie of the Reality of the Hypersexed Culture. What I mean is that the hypersexed culture exists, but not really in reality. Instead it exists as a fantasy world of the media and entertainment, and includes porn.

I believe the hypersexed culture is largely a media creation. The product of a media composed disproportionately of gay men writing about their own hyper promiscuous sex lives under the guise of heterosexual characters. TV has normal males in this culture confused under the delusion that all the other heterosexual men around them are getting random hookups with women in the exact same way the gays get it in the gay bars.

In The Myth of Heterosexual Aids by Fumento, besides his analysis of the particularly filthy, infectious nature of anal sex with gays both giving and receiving it up the ass. He also talks about the general nature of the heterosexual vs. gay lives and shows a statistic that the average straight man has 0.85 sex partners per year vs. 60 for the gays. That’s between 1 and 0 meaning most men are either monogamous in some sort of relationship, or blue balled. Any player types can’t be very common, or the number would be over one rather that under. Only in the faked-out media are there all these girls looking for random sex with strangers. The only ones that do are getting paid for it, or it’s a man in women’s clothes trying to trick men into a Crying Game moment.

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Solipsism Is a Core Aspect of Female Nature

One uncomfortable fact of life that any halfway wise and honest man who can hear and see figures out at some point in life (I didn’t figure this out until I was in my 50’s) is that females are naturally solipsistic. It’s their basic nature. The more you hang around with women and especially if you get into close and intimate relationships with them (and  the more the better) the more this becomes so starkly apparent that it is almost impossible to deny it. The only way you can deny it is by lying to yourself.

In other words, women, like most of us flawed humans, are all wrapped up in themselves most of the time. But then men, like most of us flawed humans, are all wrapped up in themselves too. Mother Theresas are like four leaf clovers.

The youngest ones of course are the worst of all. This starts around age 16 and certainly by 17 when a female finally recognizes herself as a sexual object for men (which she literally is no matter how much feminists complain). Hence the endless poses, standing in front of the mirror and now endless photos of themselves and even videos of themselves, often with all sorts of posing, the makeup, the outfits, etc.

All of this feeds the histrionic and solipsistic nature of the female to make herself up as a sex object for men who plays all sorts of roles. Hence the constant changes in hair color, style, makeup, clothing, etc.  – these can all be seen as constantly changing roles that women play in their sexual persona – which is frankly directed more at other women (presumably competitors?) than at men. Women have told me that women dress up, wear makeup, and change their outfits and hair all the time to impress other women, not impress men.

“Women dress up for other women. It’s to impress other women,” a particularly perceptive 43 year old blonde divorcee told me several years ago while openly flirting with me over a coffee at a Starbucks. “Men will fuck anything,” she told me, “There’s no need to pretty yourself up for men.”

That solipsism is an essential trait of the Female Character should not be taken as an insult. As in most things, the Female Character has a masculine corollary in the Masculine Character. Hence on the metric of selfishness (and all humans are selfish no matter what  you think, and necessarily so) the layout looks like this:

Character                  Masculine     Feminine


Self-centeredness    narcissism    solipsism

Men are naturally narcissistic, and woman are naturally solipsistic. Pick your poison. We are dealing with basically selfish humans here, and humans are flawed by nature from birth itself.

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