Guys come to TRP for many reasons.
They’re unhappy, emotionally compromised, or just flat out horny and willing.
Swallowing the pill usually solves their initial problem. I’m sure we can agree here.
Yet while that pill opened their eyes to the feminine matrix and allowed them to unlearn the exploitive idealisms known as feminism, gender equality, and soulmates - there’s something to be said about what men can do to thrive in the post apocalyptic wasteland known as westernized civilization.
That despite swallowing the pill, knowing a few gender truths, and notching up their game with some newfound hotties previously out of their reach, many men unknowingly still participate in a lifestyle and paradigm wholly constructed by the feminine imperative.
Unplugging grants you the knowledge and strategy to control of your sexual life.
Unplugging does not, however, provide man clear and easy access to live beyond the rules set forth by generations of feminism, blue pilled friends and colleagues, and society’s personal doubts about your very own masculine potential.
All of your Red experiences, newfound talent, and savvy know-how provide you sexual freedom, but they are often still applied within a feminine societal context of how men should live.
That’s why we’re still stuck leveraging traditional feminine and Beta outlets for our lays: Bars, parties, friends of friends, Tinder, and naive girls who buy shit from Starbucks.
Feminism and the remnants of the Blue Ideals are the foundations of the fabricated world you’re still forced to play and fuck within everyday as you wake, no matter how Red or sexually liberated you’ve become.
This will be an ongoing difficulty for you because what you knew before is no different than witnessing an iPhone for the very first time. You can’t simply “forget’ what an iPhone looks like after you see it, just like eliminating years of feminine ideology is not going to happen overnight.
The female and Blue influences that be still want you to be a hard working slave for corporate America, frugal penny pinching hoarder for consumer America, and nice enough “gentleman” for your family, colleagues, and lovers.
Yes, they’re going to allow you to fuck whomever you want—they’ll give you that—but they still want you to be Beta. Your friends, family, co-workers, and perhaps even voices of doubt within your own head echo the very same safe ideology you gave up when you swallowed the pill.
They want you to have your Chad-ventures, non-committal fun, and glorious Red shenanigans but in the end still adhere to their idea of what it is to be a man in the 21st century.
This is the environment you play within even as you’re unplugged.
And this is the feminine closet you must eventually leave.
Beyond getting your dick dirty and wet, a significant value the Red brings to men is the one thing feminism and the Happily Ever After never allows: The ability for you to choose your own life.
Now you have power to choose your partners, fuck what you want, and if you’re bold and lucky, commit to what you want.
That lack of choice is what brought many men here and that power of choice is what makes Red valuable.
Your ability to choose should not end with what hole you want to fill or SJW you want to troll.
Your ability to choose is the single most important resource for man today.
Without his ability to choose, he’ll succumb to the 40 hour work week, trivial media addictions, and feminine degenerative construct of what “men should be” today.
Without his ability to choose, he’ll be attacked by his own deep seeded insecurities and urge for complacency that only exist because weak Blue men and weaker shittier women rose to power and made these “feelings” and “emotions” tangible in the first place.
Your ability to choose is your best offense to battle what society wants you to become: A nobody good enough to pay your rent, buy a house, and raise even more affable children to eventually replace you when you die.
Your ability to choose is what will let you leave the feminine closet.
To finally leave their expectations, their jealousy, and their degenerative habits.
To finally become what you’ve really been all along.
Your own man.
I’m not going to prescribe anything at all here.
I’m not going to tell you the next step after unplugging is finding “happiness” or some “purpose”.
Those things may work for you, they may not.
I’m only telling you to consider what lies ahead and how the world does not want you to win on your own terms.
It wants you to win on theirs.
I’m sure you’ve already admitted having sexual success is a woozy. I hope it made you feel awesome for once in your life. That you had some bit of control that you lacked so dearly before.
I really hope it did.
I want you to consider that these feelings are just the start.
That making fun of women, lifting some heavy ass shit, and studying the excellent Red Bro Philosophy by /u/GayLubeOil is not the end of your journey.
It’s just the beginning.
Your beginning.
Like lots of regular guys with a laser sharp acumen for video games and other introverted addictions, it wasn’t due to choice, it was due to my far more impressive ability to be truly and utterly unfuckable.
And like lots of regular guys, when I did eventually get laid, I immediately appealed to her emotional hardwiring and begged her to be my GF.
And again, like lots of regular guys, I had the Perfect Disney Relationship (PDR):
Yes, I know, my story isn’t anything special.
We’ve all heard it before and perhaps you, dearest Red of Readers, have experienced something similar yourself.
Good. That’s my point.
Sometimes if you’re lucky, you just mutually break up. But more often than not a dick goes in a vagina when it shouldn’t have, a squirrely hamster gets involved, and you’re not only forced to find a new “rare” unicorn horn to shine but alas also a new warmer and more equitable home for your own special Mr. Happy.
I’d like to change that.
Even more, I’m never seeing any new or more convincing reasons than The Big Three Reasons (BTR) why guys should forego LTRs to remain single: 1) AWALT, 2) You lose time, and 3) You lose freedom and independence.
Now all of this pains me more than the sad act of pulling off dried up toilet paper from my dick because over the years I’ve realized there are many colossal and life changing reasons why LTRs are not worth it; no matter how copious the watering hole or how “notch countlessly pure” the unicorn.
Unfortunately, no one is talking about them, and guys are freely committing without this necessary knowledge.
I’d like to change that too.
I’m NOT prescribing men to never commit to an LTR:
That being said, I urge you to instead focus on how men receive utility or lose utility from them.
Law 1) How LTRs physically limit your opportunities to thrive in solitude.
Law 2) How LTRs can never be idealistically enjoyed as much as if you were Blue instead of Red.
Law 3) How LTRs lower your SMV compared to when you were single.
Law 4) How LTRs force you to play an expensive unprofitable game where you have zero edge and lack the ability to cashout.
Law 5) How LTRs force you to become physically dependent on the volatile drug of a single woman’s good behavior.
Law 6) How LTRs force you to accept a woman’s inherent mediocrity every day of your life.
These six drawbacks are what the Red Gods appropriately deem as The Six Bancroft Immutable Laws of LTRs (acronym too long, so fuck it).
So let's begin.
By function of the LTR, you inevitably devote a set amount of hours sharing space with your GF. These hours you can’t rewind the clock and get back. It’s spent like a resource. That’s why “time” is one of The Big Three Reasons.
Guys seemingly understand and equally dread this from the get go. They have less time for hobbies, personal time, and doing whatever else they did to bide their time when single.
Most don’t, however, understand how this allocation of time with their on call pussy limits more than their personal entertainment, it also affects primary areas of their self-development.
I’m sure many of your own greatest thoughts come from the space and silence that only genuine solitude brings forth. Yet every minute you spend with your GF is a minute that could have been spent thinking alone.
GFs do bring the benefit of having someone “care” about your well being (I know, however duplicitous or trivial their “love”, their affection is still there). But the consequence of allowing a woman “care” for you is that you never face the harsh reality alone like you did when single.
By this, I mean the presence of a committed pussy can in effect soften your skin because you never feel the entire pain of rejection and life struggle by yourself.
In a way, you’re committed to fucking a lesser female version of a best friend and shitty wannabe therapist—at the same time. GFs play both roles better than a casual plate.
And due to their deeper friendly and whatever affection we sadly call feminine emotional support, you’re relieved of figuring some of this very important shit out on your own.
I want to clarify this point.
I’m not saying you can’t overall enjoy your relationship as much as when Blue. It’s obvious after swallowing the pill many men have more power, control, and accurate expectations over their significant other. Just like the actual pill, the Red Pill can make relationship life much better for men.
What I’m saying is although Red comes with benefits, the act of accepting Red simultaneously discards and destroys the most “special” and “romantic” sentiments you felt from your GF in years of Blue past.
All the cute fairy tale, soul mate searching paradigms that kept you up late at night as you awaited her next text are the same reasons weak men remain grasping to these ideals: Because it feels god damn great at times to think “this is the one”.
Granted these don’t carry a sliver of pussy fucking truth, and I’m in no way recommending you start believing them again—I’m just saying you don’t get to enjoy them anymore.
Women aren’t gatekeepers to the promised land anymore and this restricts your emotional enjoyment to feelings grounded in reality, not your romantic ideals.
The Red eliminates the exact romantic optimism and Perfect Disney Relationship hope that fed The Blue.
Again, I’ll make sure to clarify.
You already know LTRs are pussy slaying mode on extra hard. By virtue of that truth, it does make sense your game might actually improve by having a relationship. Not arguing here.
What I’m saying is that by simply being in a relationship, all things being equal, while your game may improve, your SMV is never as high as if you were the exact same guy, same game, but single.
I’ll explain why.
While you may have a Secret Agent Vagina (SAV) on the side, the moment you disclose your commitment to women, you lose some bit of SMV in their eyes.
This one is tricky because most guys won’t explicitly realize the slight SMV drop as they’re in a relationship.
It’s been said before by far wiser than myself that relationships are restuarants, not banks.
That being repeated, I want to build upon Archwinger’s concept by explaining relationships don’t just eat your time and resources, you truly stand a shitty chance at “winning” anything before, during, and after it all ends.
Like gambling, your edge is your estimated advantage over your competition. In this case, hypergamy.
When you were Blue, the goal of relationships was to get married and foster your soul mate courtship. Now that you’re Red, the only bet is hoping you can continue fucking for as long as possible without Unexpected Hamster Interference (UHI).
Billy the Blue comes to believe fucking Post-Wall Wendy feels amazing because of their special soulmate connection.
Anyone the Redder understands Billy to be full of pussy whipped shit: Fucking and falling in love feels good because of certain “pleasure” chemicals (dopamine and serotonin) and “cuddle” hormones (oxytocin and vasopressin).
Red biology, not the Blue spiritual powers that be, determine whether or not you’ll like sticking your dick in a certain honey hole.
And Red biology, as a consequence, determines whether or not you’ll feel pain when that hole dries up or starts getting properly plugged by ThunderCock the Honey Badger.
The “emotional bond” we understand to be normal between lovers is nevertheless a basic chemical dependency, not unlike any other pleasurable drug addiction.
With certain drugs like cocaine, repeated intake does not only build tolerance but also long term adaptations that enable you to get higher for the same amount of substance. They call this phenomenon “sensitization”, and it applies here because as your brain becomes sensitized to your GFs good behavior like an addictive drug, it also becomes painfully exposed to her worst.
Women want to be treated like children. Women are actually children. Women are the most responsible teenagers in the house.
You’ve heard it before so I won’t go into detail about these classic analogical truths.
Instead, I’ll describe how these core RP beliefs play into committed relationships and their effect over your life.
Depending on how self-reliant she is, your energy will be spent either being the cool stoic shoulder to lean on or the impenetrable Rock of Gibraltar. And whether or not you like it, this parental role is draining.
Men have a hard time changing. Women have an even harder fucking time changing.
My favorite pop quiz to ask my friends with shitty GFs is to ask them what they like most about her. Other than opening their legs and mouth, they always list off things that all our guy friends can do better without nearly as much parental oversight.
The real irony of many of my points disclosed here is that for many of the Blue and Beta that live amongst us, they aren’t drawbacks at all—they’re actually benefits.
And when you take a look at them again, you’ll see that for the Blue, Beta, and Desperate (BBD), they’d honestly love all these drawbacks more than we dislike them.
There’s plenty of secretly desperate and thirsty men who have no meaningful or enjoyable life that they are more than willing to embrace every single drawback of an LTR and sadly then lie to themselves rationalizing that this is the morally right way to live.
Why?
Because for them, any time spent with someone—no matter how immature or worthless they come to be—is time spent away from the excruciating daily acceptance of what’s been right square in front of them all this time:
Their own insecurities.