This past weekend I went to a concert festival with Ashley. While there we ran into Theresa and her boyfriend. Theresa is the girl that called me an asshole while grinning and looking turned on. This was the first time I met her boyfriend. He looks like Harry Potter. Goofy glasses and very nerdy looking. While the four of us were standing around talking I noticed that Theresa was standing closer to me than to her boyfriend. Then, when he was ready to go watch a certain band that was going to be playing, she hesitated and wanted to stay and talk to me. He deferred to her and wanted to let her choose what to do so they stayed and talked to me and Ashley and enjoyed some drinks.
So far this made sense to me. I had run asshole game on her and she seemed more interested in talking to me than doing what her nerdy boyfriend wanted to do. But I still felt some confusion about why she was with him in the first place. The answer came a couple days later. I talked to Leslie and asked if she had met Theresa's boyfriend. She said she had and that no one liked him because he was insulting and condescending. Ah. Now it makes sense. I didn't notice him being that way when I talked to him. But apparently he's a bit of an asshole himself, despite his effeminate nerdy looks.
Another observation came when I was in line for some concessions. There were three guys in front of me and Ashley. A fourth guy came along and asked me if he could get ahead of us so he could be with his friends. Now, I speak the language here, but sometimes I just fuck with people and pretend not to. So I puffed my chest out and asked him in English what he wanted. He looked surprised and embarrassed a little and then asked me very politely in so-so English if he could cut ahead in line. I put my hand on his shoulder/back of his neck and said Ok, I'll let him ahead this time. Then he offered to give me a bit of his food in exchange for letting him cut. I said yeah I would like that. Then he changed his mind and said he was going to go get in another line and get a different kind of food.
Ashley laughed and whispered to me that the guy looked like he was afraid of me. She also cuddled up to me and kept hugging me and kissing my neck while we waited in line. My social dominance over another man turned her on. Making him speak my language, putting my hand on him, etc. Plus he did it to himself too. He acted very hesitant and overly polite towards me. Part of it was probably the destabilizing effect of him trying to speak English to me. This is a trick I'll have to continue to use in the future. I'm fluent in the language here, but even being fluent you still have an accent and you make little mistakes. Making people speak English to me frames me as the expert (at least in the language). It makes THEM hesitate, have to think about their words, makes them self-conscious too. Plus it's just a matter of imposing my will and my frame on them.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Don't Take Any Crap, She'll Crumble On Her Own
This evening Ashley was trying to show me something on her computer. I shifted where I was sitting a bit, inadvertently sitting on her book or something. She snapped at me very disrespectfully. I said "Pff whatever" and walked away. She started yelling at me to come back and look at what she was trying to show me. I ignored her. Then I went back to the doorway and stood there chewing my gum. I told her to quit acting like a bitch. I didn't yell back, I just said this in a regular tone. She was yelling some more but I just stared calmly at her and chewed my gum, and after a few moments her anger dissolved into thin air and she started laughing at herself for being ridiculous. She asked me nicely to come look at what she was trying to show me, so I went. She's been pleasant since.
Don't take any crap from a woman and don't let any of her antics effect you. It works.
Don't take any crap from a woman and don't let any of her antics effect you. It works.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Genital Warts are No Big Deal
There have been some good posts written in the last few weeks on STDs. Here's my experience.
I've been very bad about using condoms. Every girl I've had sex with I've raw-dogged at some point. Some of them I never used condoms with at all. But I also used to be very scared of STDs. So what that meant was that after each partner I would rush to go get tested. Every doctor I saw would act COMPLETELY UNCONCERNED. Nobody tells you STDs are no big deal, but the behavior of the doctors I saw told me that pretty loud and clear. They would act like I was ridiculous for wanting to get tested. They would test me, and everything would come back negative. Nonetheless, once it burned when I would pee. The test showed nothing, but the pain was real. So I was prescribed some antibiotics and ten days later I was good to go.
Somewhere around two years ago I noticed a little rough bump low on the shaft of my penis. I didn't know what it was exactly. I scraped it off with my fingernails. The little cut healed within a day or two, and you couldn't tell there had every been anything. Around six months later it came back. Once again I just scraped and pulled it off with my fingernails. Once again you couldn't tell there had ever been anything after it healed.
Recently it came back again. Still the same spot. I waited longer this time to see if it would go away on its own but it didn't. It was growing bigger over a period of weeks. Eventually I just scraped it off with my fingernails again. And once again, looking at my dick, you can't tell there had ever been anything there. There's no scar or no mark where the wart grew. The wart could grow back in a couple weeks, a couple months, a couple years, or never. You can't predict it. So far, I've had 3 warts grow in around 2 years. Whenever it does pop up, you can either scrape it off or go to the doctor and pay for them to do it. You could also try this system which is also effective. Having genital warts is less of a nuisance than my bacne.That's right. Once every week or two I'll have one or more big painful zits on my back. This is more annoying than genital warts.
Sex-ed these days is fear-mongering and scare-tactics using worst case scenario photos of stds. If you google photos of genitals warts, you'll find a ton of disgusting nightmarish pictures that are not representative of a normal case. That's not what mine looked like. Mine was tiny and barely noticeable.
You are evolved to fuck, and to survive this fucking and fuck some more. For the most part, any disease transmitted via fucking is going to be mild, because those for whom it was worse than mild, failed to pass on their genes. So, don't worry so much about STDs.
Here's some links to read more about STDs.
Try this Genital Wart Removal System.
Wikipedia entry on genital warts. Contains photos that looks a lot worse than average cases.
Danger and Play- How to Avoid STDs Part 1 and Part 2
University of Man- About my Junk (And Yours Too)
Post masculine- STD Guide
I've been very bad about using condoms. Every girl I've had sex with I've raw-dogged at some point. Some of them I never used condoms with at all. But I also used to be very scared of STDs. So what that meant was that after each partner I would rush to go get tested. Every doctor I saw would act COMPLETELY UNCONCERNED. Nobody tells you STDs are no big deal, but the behavior of the doctors I saw told me that pretty loud and clear. They would act like I was ridiculous for wanting to get tested. They would test me, and everything would come back negative. Nonetheless, once it burned when I would pee. The test showed nothing, but the pain was real. So I was prescribed some antibiotics and ten days later I was good to go.
Somewhere around two years ago I noticed a little rough bump low on the shaft of my penis. I didn't know what it was exactly. I scraped it off with my fingernails. The little cut healed within a day or two, and you couldn't tell there had every been anything. Around six months later it came back. Once again I just scraped and pulled it off with my fingernails. Once again you couldn't tell there had ever been anything after it healed.
Recently it came back again. Still the same spot. I waited longer this time to see if it would go away on its own but it didn't. It was growing bigger over a period of weeks. Eventually I just scraped it off with my fingernails again. And once again, looking at my dick, you can't tell there had ever been anything there. There's no scar or no mark where the wart grew. The wart could grow back in a couple weeks, a couple months, a couple years, or never. You can't predict it. So far, I've had 3 warts grow in around 2 years. Whenever it does pop up, you can either scrape it off or go to the doctor and pay for them to do it. You could also try this system which is also effective. Having genital warts is less of a nuisance than my bacne.That's right. Once every week or two I'll have one or more big painful zits on my back. This is more annoying than genital warts.
Sex-ed these days is fear-mongering and scare-tactics using worst case scenario photos of stds. If you google photos of genitals warts, you'll find a ton of disgusting nightmarish pictures that are not representative of a normal case. That's not what mine looked like. Mine was tiny and barely noticeable.
You are evolved to fuck, and to survive this fucking and fuck some more. For the most part, any disease transmitted via fucking is going to be mild, because those for whom it was worse than mild, failed to pass on their genes. So, don't worry so much about STDs.
Here's some links to read more about STDs.
Try this Genital Wart Removal System.
Wikipedia entry on genital warts. Contains photos that looks a lot worse than average cases.
Danger and Play- How to Avoid STDs Part 1 and Part 2
University of Man- About my Junk (And Yours Too)
Post masculine- STD Guide
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Porn, Masturbation, and Delayed Ejaculation
On January 1st, 2012 I stole away from a meal with family and masturbated to porn videos on the internet. Afterwards I returned to my family for the rest of the evening. But before going to sleep, I had another wack-off session, once again stimulated by internet pornography. A week before this I had received a very unenthusiastic blowjob from
Ashley. Before that, I don't remember the last time we had had sex.
Probably wasn't in December. Mostly likely some time in November.
I felt like shit. I was sick of porn and sick of jacking off. I wanted to have sex with Ashley, but I had become tired of initiating sex only to be told she wasn't in the mood. Porn and masturbation had become my primary source of sexual stimulation. Ashley had become secondary. Sex with Ashley was a roughly once-monthly break in the monotony of porn and masturbation (p&m).
P&M was roughly a once-a-day event for me basically since my family got a PC and an internet connection. I must have been around 17 or 18. Before that I had a couple pornographic magazines stashed away. But, as is becoming abundantly clear, internet porn, sometimes in HD, ever available, with endless variety, is a whole other monster.
One of the fears me and my virgin friends used to joke about in high school was premature ejaculation. No one wanted to be a "minuteman." No one wanted to have a girl go tell people that we couldn't please her. Once I finally lost my virginity, however, I felt a great deal of relief that I did not have that problem. I could last a long time. I took some pride in the fact. Although now I realize it's no real accomplishment. It's not that I can resist cumming too soon, it's that it takes me a long time to be able to orgasm.
To orgasm via vaginal sex I have to strain and do it in certain positions. To orgasm from oral sex the girl has to really have some good jaw stamina and excellent technique, otherwise I just can't cum. Many times I've resorted to fantasizing, or calling to memory scenes from pornography to help myself reach orgasm during vaginal sex or oral sex. My difficulty reaching orgasm is no cause of pride. I can't brag that I "can go all night." It prevents me from being able to have "quickies." I think it's made Ashley less enthusiastic because once we start it's going to be a while.
I'm convinced that my "stamina" is really "delayed ejaculation," the result of excess porn and masturbation. A symptom of over stimulation by pornography, and desensitization of the penis from frequent masturbation. It negatively impacts my sex life.
On January 1st, I made several New Years Resolutions. I resolved to get back in shape. I resolved to quit drinking for at least a month. I resolved to quit masturbating and quit looking at pornography. I resolved to make a determined effort to improve my sex life with Ashley. The resulting google searches are what led me to find MMSL, and subsequently all the other blogs you see linked to on the right.
In January and February I only masturbated a handful (lol) of times. March was very successful. If memory serves I only masturbated twice the whole month, and only once to porn. April and the beginning of May have seen me backslide. Stress from school and other things are mostly to blame. I've masturbated 5 or more times per week, with lots of porn viewing as well. During this same time period, I've also been drinking more than I should. Nothing too excessive, somewhere 1 and 3 drinks a day. I don't usually get drunk. But I've noticed consistent drinking has a cumulative effect of depressing me.
When I was masturbating and looking at pornography the least, I was feeling the best. I felt really great. I was also writing a lot more on this blog. You can see from the archives that April saw a big drop off in the number of posts written. You write more often when you're not stroking it. My writing on the blog also decreased because I was busier with school work too.
Sex with Ashley also correlated with my p&m habit. When p&m was at its lowest, sex with Ashley was at its highest and most pleasurable. Since I picked up the p&m again in April, sex with Ashley took a bit of a nosedive. I just don't try to initiate sex with Ashley if I've already had an orgasm or two that same day.
Every aspect of my life improves when I cut out the p&m. I'd even say it's a greater detriment to my life than alcohol ever has been. P&m is as bad as any drug. It saps you. And the worse part is that it's free and available in unlimited quantities at every moment. But quitting is possible. I did it. Others have. You just have to realize the benefits that will accrue to you for having given it up and occupy your time with other things.
I hereby recommit to abstaining from porn and masturbation. And I will cut back on alcohol again.
Further resources on the negative effects of pornography and how to quit:
A program to help you quit porn.
http://www.yourbrainonporn.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=vTD_itXrR6E
I felt like shit. I was sick of porn and sick of jacking off. I wanted to have sex with Ashley, but I had become tired of initiating sex only to be told she wasn't in the mood. Porn and masturbation had become my primary source of sexual stimulation. Ashley had become secondary. Sex with Ashley was a roughly once-monthly break in the monotony of porn and masturbation (p&m).
P&M was roughly a once-a-day event for me basically since my family got a PC and an internet connection. I must have been around 17 or 18. Before that I had a couple pornographic magazines stashed away. But, as is becoming abundantly clear, internet porn, sometimes in HD, ever available, with endless variety, is a whole other monster.
One of the fears me and my virgin friends used to joke about in high school was premature ejaculation. No one wanted to be a "minuteman." No one wanted to have a girl go tell people that we couldn't please her. Once I finally lost my virginity, however, I felt a great deal of relief that I did not have that problem. I could last a long time. I took some pride in the fact. Although now I realize it's no real accomplishment. It's not that I can resist cumming too soon, it's that it takes me a long time to be able to orgasm.
To orgasm via vaginal sex I have to strain and do it in certain positions. To orgasm from oral sex the girl has to really have some good jaw stamina and excellent technique, otherwise I just can't cum. Many times I've resorted to fantasizing, or calling to memory scenes from pornography to help myself reach orgasm during vaginal sex or oral sex. My difficulty reaching orgasm is no cause of pride. I can't brag that I "can go all night." It prevents me from being able to have "quickies." I think it's made Ashley less enthusiastic because once we start it's going to be a while.
I'm convinced that my "stamina" is really "delayed ejaculation," the result of excess porn and masturbation. A symptom of over stimulation by pornography, and desensitization of the penis from frequent masturbation. It negatively impacts my sex life.
On January 1st, I made several New Years Resolutions. I resolved to get back in shape. I resolved to quit drinking for at least a month. I resolved to quit masturbating and quit looking at pornography. I resolved to make a determined effort to improve my sex life with Ashley. The resulting google searches are what led me to find MMSL, and subsequently all the other blogs you see linked to on the right.
In January and February I only masturbated a handful (lol) of times. March was very successful. If memory serves I only masturbated twice the whole month, and only once to porn. April and the beginning of May have seen me backslide. Stress from school and other things are mostly to blame. I've masturbated 5 or more times per week, with lots of porn viewing as well. During this same time period, I've also been drinking more than I should. Nothing too excessive, somewhere 1 and 3 drinks a day. I don't usually get drunk. But I've noticed consistent drinking has a cumulative effect of depressing me.
When I was masturbating and looking at pornography the least, I was feeling the best. I felt really great. I was also writing a lot more on this blog. You can see from the archives that April saw a big drop off in the number of posts written. You write more often when you're not stroking it. My writing on the blog also decreased because I was busier with school work too.
Sex with Ashley also correlated with my p&m habit. When p&m was at its lowest, sex with Ashley was at its highest and most pleasurable. Since I picked up the p&m again in April, sex with Ashley took a bit of a nosedive. I just don't try to initiate sex with Ashley if I've already had an orgasm or two that same day.
Every aspect of my life improves when I cut out the p&m. I'd even say it's a greater detriment to my life than alcohol ever has been. P&m is as bad as any drug. It saps you. And the worse part is that it's free and available in unlimited quantities at every moment. But quitting is possible. I did it. Others have. You just have to realize the benefits that will accrue to you for having given it up and occupy your time with other things.
I hereby recommit to abstaining from porn and masturbation. And I will cut back on alcohol again.
Further resources on the negative effects of pornography and how to quit:
A program to help you quit porn.
http://www.yourbrainonporn.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=vTD_itXrR6E
Friday, May 4, 2012
Slap Women Part II
Slappin' Asses
A deep, hearty enjoyment of slapping women's asses is written into human DNA. It's not just men who enjoy this slapping. Women will laugh and enjoy seeing a fellow woman get slapped on the ass. And despite their protests, women enjoy being slapped on the ass.
I observed this recently. Ashley and I were visiting her family. At one point Ashley's dad, "Jack," started slapping her mother "Jill" on the ass. These were not gentle slaps. He was smacking her ass HARD. She yelled and told him to stop but he didn't. He just laughed and continued. It was making me laugh too. And I looked to Ashley and she, too, was thoroughly amused. Everyone delighted in the spectacle. Later on, Jill laughed about the episode too. Despite her protests as it happened, later she laughed and admitted it was funny. Jack is a very funny guy. I like him a lot. I'm observing how he interacts with Jill and applying the lessons in how I deal with Ashley.
I've taken to spanking Ashley and slapping her ass on nearly a daily basis. I'll slap her ass in passing, or grab her and pull her over my lap on the couch and spank her. I'll push her onto the bed and then slap her ass, hard. Sometimes she giggles and enjoys it, sometimes she acts mad and tries to get away. But I've made the connection multiple times that after some ass slapping or spanking that she protests against, usually after a relatively short delay she'll come cuddle up to me, come to me for a hug or for a kiss, or come tell me she loves me. It's eerily predictable.
Slappin' Faces
I took things to another level very recently. I called Ashley over to me and slapped her across the face for no reason whatsoever. The other times I've slapped her there was always some sort of conversational context that would make the light backhanded slap funny. This time there was no context and I did it with the palm side of my hand. If I were to describe the other slaps as being funny, this one can only be described as being mean. She got mad. I just laughed at her. Within a couple minutes though it was like nothing happened. We carried on with our evening like the slap hadn't occurred. Then, the next day I was at the library working on a paper. I get a text from her saying that I'm going to be very happy with my lunch. I come home to find that Ashley went to the organic butcher and bought me a big fat steak. She cooked it for me and it was freaking delicious. She was very happy to do this nice thing for me. She looked very happy when she saw how much I appreciated and savored my steak.
That evening she was on the phone with her parents. I took the phone from her and asked Jack if he had spanked Jill yet for the day. He said he hadn't but that when they went to bed he was going to bite her ass. We both laughed. I gave the phone back to Ashley but then decided to go on. I told Ashley to tell her dad that I had slapped her across the face. She did and her parents just laughed.
There are two elements at play here. 1)Women are wired to be submissive to men. 2)Women seek social acceptance. By being physically dominant by slapping Ashley on the face and ass, and doing so openly and framing it as being socially accepted within her family unit, I'm creating a healthy dynamic for our relationship. Ashley is FAR more affectionate towards me these days than she used to be.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Is Feminism a Cyclical Trend?
I was thinking recently that periods of feminism and matriarchy could follow a cyclical pattern. I'm going to use evolutionary language, but the argument could apply just as well on a cultural evolutionary level.
Start from the previous status quo where women married young and bore children to older bread-winning husbands. This one-to-one pairing of men and women allow beta males to breed. Women are pedastalized because having a young beautiful wife is indeed a valuable thing. And being nice to women is merited because after-all she is staying home and cleaning your house and caring for your children and preparing you tasty healthful meals. But eventually the line between being nice and giving in to all her irrational demands, gets blurred.
The breeding of betaness eventually reaches a critical mass where women start to be taken seriously enough that society starts to give in to feminist-like demands. Once "liberated", the women immediately use their freedom to refuse to fuck their beta liberators and start chasing alphas. This is the current situation.
Eventually alpha traits will come to dominate once again, either through alphas outbreeding betas, or through cultural ideas of alphaness proliferating and average betas learning not to take shit from women. Eventually we return back to the traditional set-up. Either beta traits are bred out of the population or all men learn from word of mouth that treating women as equals gets them no-fucking-where. Either genetically or culturally beta behavior towards women is eradicated.
However, once we return to the original or "traditional" set-up, the same risks are present. Betatude can once again return and proliferate until enough dudes are beta that society fails the massive shit-test that is feminism.
I tend to fluctuate between genuine optimism and pessimistic cynicism. Some days I think things will turn out alright, but other days the situation seems hopeless. So I don't know if the tide against feminism will be turned in my own lifetime. But I think things can't last forever being so dysfunctional.
Start from the previous status quo where women married young and bore children to older bread-winning husbands. This one-to-one pairing of men and women allow beta males to breed. Women are pedastalized because having a young beautiful wife is indeed a valuable thing. And being nice to women is merited because after-all she is staying home and cleaning your house and caring for your children and preparing you tasty healthful meals. But eventually the line between being nice and giving in to all her irrational demands, gets blurred.
The breeding of betaness eventually reaches a critical mass where women start to be taken seriously enough that society starts to give in to feminist-like demands. Once "liberated", the women immediately use their freedom to refuse to fuck their beta liberators and start chasing alphas. This is the current situation.
Eventually alpha traits will come to dominate once again, either through alphas outbreeding betas, or through cultural ideas of alphaness proliferating and average betas learning not to take shit from women. Eventually we return back to the traditional set-up. Either beta traits are bred out of the population or all men learn from word of mouth that treating women as equals gets them no-fucking-where. Either genetically or culturally beta behavior towards women is eradicated.
However, once we return to the original or "traditional" set-up, the same risks are present. Betatude can once again return and proliferate until enough dudes are beta that society fails the massive shit-test that is feminism.
I tend to fluctuate between genuine optimism and pessimistic cynicism. Some days I think things will turn out alright, but other days the situation seems hopeless. So I don't know if the tide against feminism will be turned in my own lifetime. But I think things can't last forever being so dysfunctional.
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