A while back, while still in the redpill rage, I was casually thinking of Briffault’s law:

the female, not the male, determines all the conditions of the animal family. Where the female can derive no benefit from association with the male, no such association takes place.

For a while, I believed that this law gave me lots of pain, and painted every women in a very negative light for me. I was unable to accept that I was capable of something beautiful like unconditional love and compassion towards others, but most women, manipulative and cunning as ever, are more cherished and blindly respected that I was. I was lied to and betrayed by my entire upbringing, by all the fairytales I envisioned.

Fast forward a few years, I discovered more or less a happy place to be in with regards to this.

I have remade the law for my benefit:

the male is only drawn to women by sex, nothing else other than delusion would tempt a male to associate with them

Not the classiest, nor the most obscure thing that has ever been said, but see here:

Sex. Everything in this world, every motivation, action and thought eventually gets reduced to whether there is sex or not. We can’t control it. It is an evolutionary code we can’t escape. Escaping it, would be rewriting your own DNA, which can’t do without losing ourselves. And yet, the happy place I have found makes a huge point to understand this.

Associating with, being in the same room with or even thinking about women almost always has activates a sexual part in you. Even a 86 year old grandma, if you knew she was female, triggers something sexual in you, albeit A VERY SMALL PERCENTAGE. It is small enough that you can’t even fathom that it could be in your mind. Every association boils down to sex. With men, I theorize that there is a completely different neural pathway in communication, that centers around something else for a different discussion. However, distinctly for females, it is always sex.

Knowing this, the happy place revolves around the asking myself on every interaction, whether or not I want to have sex with whatever I’m talking to. I ask myself candidly and I answer this candidly. If I can’t provide a solid NO, then I’ll realize that I am not currently sober, and therefore any decision I make could have some influence from my dick. I have to get very cautious, and kick some juice into my discipline to perform so as to never have to make a mistake I didn’t have to make. I leave the room, I try not to associate with that person at all costs. If I have to, I use a third party, or if I have to do it personally, I do it as cautiously as possible. I do not give in to any softening or joking around with these people, cause I know where that leads. Any other association is perfectly fine. Humor, and positive interactions have increased a lot.

A year or two doing this, and I have had a most peaceful existence. I know what my biological urges are and am as far away from them as possible. I don’t feel repressed or feel like I’m left out in any way. Im pretty sure my conscious perception of this singular truth of sex has made me into a rational contentment.