We live in a sexually liberated age. Hardly anybody abstains from sex until marriage. The few that do are usually psycho-religious nutjobs. The majority of people, both men and women, have had one or more casual sexual encounters, outside of any sort of committed relationship or the intention of starting one. Birth control is highly effective and widely available, abortions are legal, and society has pretty much accepted players and sluts as acceptable life choices that don’t really warrant shame or consequences. If anything, it’s the sexually conservative prudes, and the virgin incels who can’t get any, that are considered weird and get laughed at. You’re abnormal if you’re not a slut.
Sex has been taken off of its former pedestal. It’s not important any more. It used to be a very important act done to make babies. It used to be a very intimate act between emotionally-close partners, done as a powerful expression of love. Nowadays, sex is pretty much recreational, like playing a video game. People go out, find a partner who’s hot enough, and have some fun because it feels good. The super-sluts of the world swear up and down that sex is contextual – sometimes, it can just be something fun done to blow off a little steam, but in other cases, it can still be a deeply emotional experience with someone you love. Essentially, how you feel about sex this minute determines what the sex means, if anything. I guess sometimes, I can play video games with my bros, but when I play them with my wife it means something more? She kind of sucks at video games, doesn’t like them that much, and really only plays because I want to – maybe sex really is like video games!
After turning sex into pretty much the most unimportant, purely recreational act ever, our hyper-sexual society then stood on its head, proclaiming that sexual choice is just about the most important issue ever. Anything that constrains female sexual choice is the devil, no means maybe, yes means maybe, and maybe means maybe – the girl decides a few days later whether she really wanted to have sex.
And supposedly, we live in a rape culture, where the large majority of women are continuously coerced into sex that they don’t want to have. Yes, that’s right. After fighting tooth and nail to normalize being a slut and avoid any shame or consequence for having large quantities of casual sex, apparently, all of these sluts are constantly having sex they don’t want to have.
Women will be the first to tell you that sex is better with a committed partner, and that the huge majority of the time, they don’t orgasm from casual sex. So apparently, the fight to normalize female promiscuity was a fight to allow women to do favors for men? To better serve them?
If you ask most female circles, the huge majority of women have been quasi-raped. Essentially, they “unwillingly consented” to sexual acts with a man because that was easier than the hassle of saying no. They didn’t really want to do the sex act, but they also didn’t want to risk a confrontation or make waves. Sometimes, after the fact, they’ll backward-rationalize this by saying that they didn’t “feel safe” saying no, as though they were in danger from the big strong man, even though the man made no threat or gave any indication that he’d harm or rape the girl if she declined, and 99 percent of men wouldn’t.
That’s actually a puzzling situation, because in our modern, sexually liberated, pro-female girl-power culture, women have no problems going after what they want, sometimes brutally. Women attend college in greater numbers than men, obtain high powered careers if they want them, and go out and get laid to celebrate any time they’re up for it. Women generally have zero problems turning down men. They practically make a vicious sport of it in most bars and clubs. Some even enjoy the position of power, sitting and allowing fuck-applicants to approach, as they blow off lesser men, then complain (e.g., brag) on social media about how annoying it is when creeps hit on them.
The empowered women of today have no problems telling a man “hell no” and maybe slapping him or kneeing him in the groin for good measure, then high-fiving their girlfriends. Women today know what they want and go for it.
But they’ve been desensitized to sex. After years of having recreational sex, sex has become completely unimportant to them. So unimportant that it’s just easier for a woman to shrug and fuck a guy she doesn’t want to fuck than it is to say no and risk a confrontation. Dealing with people is hard. Sex is easy.
So how does this apply to us? What’s the lesson to take from this dark state of society? Hit on women. All the fucking time. Be forward.
Sluts don’t want to say no. Saying no is hard. If you’re forward, confident, and aggressive, even if your game’s a little off or you’re not that hot, half the time, you might get laid anyway. Women have become so desensitized to casual sex with random dudes that they’d practically rather be raped than have an uncomfortable conversation.
That’s the second lesson, actually: Never have awkward, uncomfortable conversations with women. Hit on them. Touch them. Be confident. Don’t sit around blabbing, trying to get to know a girl and forge an emotional connection, being all awkward and invested. An awkward conversation with a guy is her greatest fear – even bigger than rape. Just follow the standard steps: Generate attraction, escalate, isolate her, escalate more, get her comfortable enough to fuck you, then go for it. Do the dance, go through the motions. Eliminate awkward chats from your arsenal.
Slutty women don’t want to deal with you as a person. People are hard. Sex is easy. Make it easy on her.
Women will often whine, ad nauseam, about how men only want sex, men only appreciate them for their looks, and men never appreciate them for their inner beauty. However, nine times out of ten, the women who complain about the lack of appreciation for their inner beauty are women who have none.
There was a time when many women weren’t sluts. They would save sex for men that they were truly interested in marrying, without having fun little casual flings between those guys. They would marry a good man at a young age, even though they were still pretty and could have played the field a little longer, had some fun, and met some other guys. They would spend these young, pretty years – the best years of their life – with the man they chose to marry. They would have his children, care for them excellently, and spend their days being incredible mothers, lovers, friends, and housemates. These women were beautiful on the inside.
Most women today just don’t have that special something any more.
Modern women praise promiscuity like it’s a religion. They leap between short-term relationships every few months, maybe with a few casual encounters between each one. They boldly declare that “experienced” women who “know what they want” are superior women, while the good girls of days past are oppressed prudes. They drink and party their youth away, marrying later in life once partying isn’t as fun as it used to be – which is usually the case due to a drop in popularity that coincides with a drop in appearance.
They bitch endlessly about how it’s oppressive and sexist that they’re expected to have regular sex with their husbands. They think that cooking a meal for another human being is beneath them – they actually brag about not being able to cook. They complain: why should they be the ones who stay home with the kids while men get to have all the fun working jobs? The ones that do stay home complain: so what if their husband has a job? Everyone does. If he doesn’t handle his share (or more) of the housework and child care the moment his ass gets home, he’s a loser. The ones that work complain about their jobs endlessly, while spending the bulk of their money on daycare, maids, and restaurants since nobody’s cooking, cleaning, or taking care of the kids. Then, after spending all of their money funding their job, they complain that their husband doesn’t make enough money.
To a modern woman, the very notion of doing something that doesn’t benefit her, solely to make another person happy, is ludicrous. Who could possibly be stupid and entitled enough to expect that of her? Of course, her husband, who works all day to pay the mortgage and buy food when he’d definitely rather drink beer and pay video games, needs to make her feel beautiful (even though she’s put on 40 pounds), make her feel special (even though she’s not), and treat her to a slew of flowers and backrubs and date nights just for a slim chance at grudging missionary sex, that she rolls her eyes about when he suggests it, as though she’s doing him a huge favor. Unmarried women expect similar treatment from their boyfriends and prospective fuck-applicants.
Yes, these same women, who drank and partied and fucked their way through their early 20s, can barely boil water for pasta while the maid cleans the house, think sex with men who actually love them is a chore, and believe that making other people happy is demeaning (unless it benefits them somehow) – these are the women that complain that nobody appreciates their inner beauty.
They don’t have any inner beauty.
But try to put yourselves in their mindset for a second. Modern women have spent their entire lives getting praise just for showing up. Being special just for existing. Believing – truly believing with all of their heart – that who they are and what they are like (e.g., the mere fact that they are human and have a personality) makes them special and valuable.
You can use this. Women are dying for an awesome, confident, powerful man with an awesome body to lie to them. To pretend they’re special. To pretend they have inner beauty. To pretend to appreciate them. To touch them. To make them feel sexy and wanted. The very fact that an awesome man is interested in fucking them and is willing to go through the motions of game and conversation means the world to them.
They need this validation like you need air. They’re sick of under-confident, scrawny losers giving them meaningless complements in an effort to buy sex with niceness.Validation is only valuable if it comes from a confident dude with muscles. A guy who doesn't have to be nice to get what he wants.
Deep down inside, they know you’re lying. They know they suck. They hate themselves. That’s why they respond so well when you treat them the way they actually deserve. But if you mix that with just the right amount of feeding their sense of entitlement, you can differentiate yourself from the rest of the assholes out there. Because if she’s going to cheat on her boyfriend or husband tonight, the most likely dude will be somebody who “makes me feel special”.