I got a short email the other week that contained a Youtube clip.
I was ready to watch it for a few seconds before moving on, but I became mesmerized at what I saw.
I viewed it just not just once but two additional times, and every couple of days since. Pretty but not plastic, flirtatious but not easy, wholesome but not prudish, feminine but not artificial, serious but not angry, energetic but not grating, natural but not boring, thin and curvy and provocative without tattoos, stretched ear lobes, and shaved haircuts.
Nostalgia for the past is rejection of the present.
The reason is because quantity of sex is only one factor in constituting the happiness of a man, and it’s not a very strong one.
If today is the best time for women in terms of having freedom to do whatever they want while simultaneously controlling the behavior of men via misandric protests and laws, then it can not also be the best time for men, for gender balance is a zero sum affair where the gains of one is the decline of the other.Choking her and calling her a slut in bed is no different than entertaining yourself with an action movie that is not even worth a second viewing, and every time you do so, thinking that making her gag on your cock is what makes you content, you have unwittingly plugged yourself into the feminist matrix.You strengthen their cause as you dehumanize sex and make it meaningless and insignificant, well removed from its biological and bonding purposes.It’s a strange thing, if you think about it, that if today is the easiest time to have sex, why are men still discontent?Why isn’t sex on demand with fuck buddies making us happy?