Stats / Info

6 ft | 160 lbs | 10-15% BF | Mid 20s | Single | “Slim, but handsome”

Lifts

Using dumbbells at home gym for now, not sure how to compare those stats with barbell lifts, so I won’t. Suffice to say; I started training 3 months ago, 5 days a week, and am still weak. I’ve completely reworked my diet and am gaining well.

The story so far

I recently emerged from a decade long bout of severe depression. Having decided I would finally have a care about my life, I went exploring… Among other things, I was looking for answers on gender issues. Even before I woke from the slumber of depression such things would literally keep me up at night. There was something wrong with the world, and I couldn’t place it.

I encountered TRP in passing at the end of the men’s rights documentary perhaps confusingly also named ‘The Red Pill’. At first Rollo was repulsive to me, his twitter presence was antagonistic - I didn’t appreciate his perspective. The first time I heard him speak, his voice was shaky, it was his first public appearance at 21 Con - was this the supposedly alpha guy whose opinion I was meant to respect? It took him describing the mechanics of attraction varying throughout the course of the menstrual cycle to get my attention. Could the female human really be wired to want a different kind of man when she was ovulating? A strong man to breed with, but a pliant provider at other times. The science shattered any fantasies I’d been fed, fantasies I consumed. I started to digest the red pill, and I haven’t stopped.

Now that I’ve been living under this new paradigm for a while, I’ve come to some realisations about my history…

I was raised by a single mother. She’d been around, had plenty of good chances for partnership, she chose to ride the carousel instead. As she was about to hit the wall she decided to have a baby. Disregarding the need of a quality father through the means of state enforced child support. It didn’t matter, she wanted a child, and she could do it on her own terms. Perhaps miraculously, the child gave her a sense of dread, a conviction of something that felt like sin. She found religion, healing, even a newfound innocence.

This next part may sound despairing, I believe it to be more driven by disgust.

In some twisted turn of fate, the one child she didn’t abort (yours truly), was the one that possessed a genetic disposition towards a disability, the gene passed down from the father she happened to choose. I have the gene for stuttering. My father grew out of it, apparently. I didn’t. Mine only got worse. I am at the stage now where I typically can’t even say my name when introducing myself to someone new. I am the fallout of hedonism. The bearer of gutter genetics that natural selection has yet to eradicate. I flit between intense paternal instincts, and the moral urge not to breed at all. Not to spread this corruption that has/had reduced me to rubble.

Obviously this decimates my SMV. However, I’ve swallowed the red pill, I cannot go back. Even if I cannot, or will not compete on the SMV, I will build myself to be the best I can. I will follow the masculine design set forth by the creator, and made flesh in Christ, the Lion of Judah.

Regarding my faith

I lived off my family’s belief until I left the house, and my heart wandered for a few years even if I stayed in Christian community. My faith is now my own. I have deep conviction of Biblical truth. God as King comes as the easier relationship to me than Him as Father. I am exploring different denominations and their own professed faiths lately in an attempt to expand and solidify my own. I read, morning and evening, mainly the Bible itself, devotionals or Biblical studies.

Regarding my interactions with women

- I had an extremely blue pill encounter where I was “just a friend” but didn’t know it, she’s happily married now.

- I’ve had interest from others simply based on my looks. (I’m apparently good looking enough for the stutter not to matter to some, this one girl was a smoking hot Italian so that was a big confidence booster).

- Had a confession of interest from someone that would end up complicated logistically, so I turned her down. She’s hooked on certain aspects church-feminism, while still being maternal and somewhat open minded. So not great too begin with.

I’m applying RP tools as best I can considering the stutter. Game is minimal, or at least very unique. Frame is strong now that I know where I’m going. My main area for growth is confidence, which the public speaking group I recently joined will likely help with.

Regarding work/finances

Some construction experience. Choose to deviate and return to study. Studying general units for now with a view to branching into engineering or finance. A work in progress.

There may be more to say, but this is already a hefty post. I’ll leave you with one final thought…

P.S. – A note on stuttering and the concept of Logos

The Word is what created the heavens. God is a speaking being. We are made in his image. Stuttering is a deep perversion of what it means to bear the imago dei. It runs against the very essence of it.