What’s a girl to do?

Mostly they don’t really think about it as they’re adapted to make sexual decisions on a limbic level, especially when young.  But let’s say an 18-year-old outlier got red pilled and saw things as they are: a short window of opportunity before smashing into a world of cats.  What would she do?  Put yourself in her shoes.

She has two, competing instincts.  One is to Read More

You lot probably think a Neanderthal like me doesn’t have any female friends.  Actually, I do.  I’ve always got along with women on a Platonic level.

I have sometimes wondered why all my female friends were perfectly pleasant, while all my girlfriends seemed to go berserk.  It didn’t make sense.  My female friends tend to be ones Read More

Now that I’ve escaped the jungle, I am very gently easing out of my monk-like lifestyle and am fraternizing with the fairer sex once again.

To the one reader who knows which part of that sentence is a lie, yup, fair enough.

Anyway, it is not going well.  It never goes well.  Dating is awful and I think I know why. Read More

Almost all men have had this experience, but very few talk about it: a fellow takes home a lady, events move in the direction nature intended – and then his member does not.  Despite his growls of protestation, the thing hangs despondently staring at his feet like a petulant teenager at a Smashing Pumpkins concert.

And the things that happen next are also very common: the man Read More

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You’d presume there would be some kind of grand, cosmic justice enacted in bed.  Why would you think that?  Well, it’s kind of instinctive.  Don’t you think?  A lover lacking in one realm would try to make it up in another.  I’ve not rooted too many blokes, but so far as the sheilas are concerned, this does not hold true.

The stereotype is that a beautiful lover lies back and Read More

I have a fantasy.

It comes when I get sick, and I get sick very often.  The last time, a few days ago, I was spontaneously combusting with fever.  I forced myself to keep the blanket on at least halfway because I knew the night was cold, and my legs were like two tubes full of magma.  So, some trouble sleeping and plenty of time for my diseased brain to obsessively focus on and develop my fantasy.

The fantasy is: I am sick.  There is a girl who loves me.  She wets my brow.  She rubs my shoulders, if I can bear it in my weakened and sensitive state.  She asks, are you okay, Nikki?  You’ll get better.  She kisses me on the cheek then lets me sleep, keeping a wary eye on me in case my condition should worsen.

Sometimes I hold her.  Sometimes I lie apart.  But always I’m next to her, feeling her warmth, taking strength from her lovingkindness.

But there aren’t girlfriends any more.

I had one who brought me over Read More

You lot think you know me so well. To you I’m just an immature, whining, footloose vagabond who sleeps around yet constantly complains about the quality and quantity thereof.

All this is true. But there’s more.

A long time ago, back in my twenties, I had a serious, monogamous relationship that lasted for more than four years. We talked about Read More

Book review of In Defense of Women by H.L. Menken

Books are wonderful travel companions. So many times I have read something that has been perfectly illustrated in my alien surroundings. Also books don’t fart in the tent or want to go shopping.

These days H.L. Menken’s most famous book is probably In Defense of Women. Some of his reflections seem misguided and contrary to red pill wisdom until you consider the context in which he observed the hoochimamas. I currently live in a similar cultural environment so I can perhaps help to explain what he means.

Today in the west, East Asia and some other places we live in a sexual free market where there are no Read More