“Between the velvet lies, there’s a Truth as hard as steel…”

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It’s really a shame that I remain as fringe in this already fringe area of the Internet as I do.

 

I suppose the outlaw persona I’ve cultivated has been a bit too successful.

 

I say this not out of any tremendous desire for popularity [I’d be lying if I did not apply that adjective as a qualifier].

 

Rather, that my obscurity leaves quite a few men bathing in the wrong light when they’d be better served with my help among the shadows.

 

Case in point:

 

http://thequestforever.com/terminal-oneitis/

 

 

 

Many have been the times I’ve warned against that very trap.

 

Frequent have been the moments I counseled the means to avoid it.

 

Thus, I’ll repeat a few points here and now to save newcomers the search (although a thorough read  – and occasional reread – of this blog is recommended).

 

The key is not, in fact, to “go fuck 10 other girls”.

 

It is, instead, to get 10 other girls to want to fuck you.

 

The act itself is, in all reality, the least important part.

 

(Quite honestly, the risk is often greater than the potential reward.)

 

 

 

To explain using a metaphor I created long ago:

 

Sex and love are like a cup and saucer.

 

To men, sex is the cup.

 

To women, sex is the saucer.

 

Both are needed for a proper service of tea.

 

But only one of the two contains the actual nourishment sought.

 

 

 

At this point, it may seem as though I’m presenting an argument contrary to my initial statement.

 

But that appearance is deceiving.

 

See, nourishment may be essential for biological life, but it’s not at all associated to purpose.

 

As the Arabs say:

 

“He who eats when he is not hungry digs his grave with his teeth.”

 

Seeking meaning via the fulfillment of base needs is foolhardy, at best, and insanity, at worst.

 

I mean, defecation is a strong biological urge but who centers their life around the toilet?

 

 

 

For a man to feel purposeful and fulfilled only one thing will do:

 

Respect.

 

Respect, perhaps not from the world at large but from his chosen circles, at the very least.

 

Men, being the gender often considered expendable, need respect to carry them through life.

 

Respect tells them, at a deep level, they are not easily cast to the graveyard.

 

(As a parallel, women seek validation/love to be told they are not merely breeding tools.)

 

 

 

What does this have to do with getting 10 women to fuck you?

 

Everything.

 

What do you think a woman’s love is?

 

Respect.

 

That’s all.

 

Love, as men understand it, is what women feel for children.

 

They don’t feel it for men (again, as men understand it).

 

[Love, like the stone it is – with all the good and bad that entails, rolls down hill.

 

Think on that.]

 

 

 

Now, a young man may ask:

 

“Well, I respect guys that get laid a lot, so that counts, right?”

 

No.

 

It doesn’t.

 

Because you don’t respect that man.

 

You envy him.

 

You covet what he has.

 

But you don’t respect him.

 

So, as usual, all of my work builds upon itself while dovetailing with reality. 

 

Unsurprising.

 

The Truth has a habit of doing that.

 

 

 

 

 

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