Lessons in Misogyny What does love even mean? I don’t believe that there are many types of love. People often bring up platonic love, and romantic love. But lust isn’t love and it never will be. I learned that along time ago. Love is love, theres only one type of it and it means something I don’t quite understand yet. I doubt I ever will. Love is quiet, love is silent. Love is spring in fall, and rain falling on soft hair. Love is a smile, and love is a glow in the eyes. It’s the silent looks that lovers give each other, much too subtle to be spoken of, and almost too subtle to feel. But it is there, even if the fools don’t see it. A shallow spark that a strong a breath could easily blow away. I knew this, I remembered it too late. Be delicate with love, for it is indeed fragile. Maybe this is all wrong, it could just be the musings of a hopeless romantic. To see all this and much more, to be asleep while the world moves around you is another sort of pain. Maybe pain can be beautiful as well.

What does a girl mean when she just doesn’t see you that way? It simply means you really don’t turn her on what so ever. Don’t get all worked up trying to figure out the magic elements and particulars of why your dream girl doesn’t like you. It’s even more simple then the classic “she’s just not that into you dude.” No really, all it means is in her wildest dreams (and she most certainly has them about somebody) she could never see herself getting down and dirty with the sad little chode that you, yourself clearly are. If you aren’t sleeping with your dream girl, someone other bloke is. How’s that for a sucker punch to the fucking soul? She isn’t some innocent daisy, no matter how much you might hope for her to be. She’s just another girl who might be fucking some guy bareback in the stall of your favorite club, or blowing her boss when you’re out of town for work. For those unlucky mates stuck very far away from the person they think about most, prepare yourself for the ball wrenching misery of imagining all the guys she most certainly is sleeping around with, fucking with, having sex with. Think about the moans she makes, how she craves and needs his cock. How she feels when she fills him up. How she only opens those special parts of herself to him, and not to you. Its absolutely fucking brutal. And there is nothing you can do about it. Anything you say merely kills her attraction for you. They see care as neediness. Sad but true. Sometimes I think only men can feel this sort of pain. Any man reading this knows what I mean, don’t you? Apparently the right response is to not give a shit, and then go sleep with a bunch of other women. I don’t believe it. Part of me hopes that she isn’t doing that, while the other part of me belittles itself for it’s naivety. Yet my mind cant come up with a more effective deterrent to the fucking shitty horror show this is then to go lose your mind in between the legs of a bunch of sluts you couldn’t give a fuck less about. Just make sure you always wrap it, love soldier. Words from the chief.

Yet in a response completlely unlike those received from any male ever, serial partner hopping triggers the hypergamous response in many a female. They love it. Most girls ive been with love my stories of previous raunchy secksual adventures. Personally it makes me sick to my stomach, but I guess they aren’t they ones imagining the person their having sex with as somebody else either, so take this all with a grain of salt. At the very least it keeps them attached and investing. More then can be said for being a nice guy. Having girl troubles? Sleep with her best friend. Your going to want to do something about it, but when theres a big distance in between the two of you, there is jack shit options left for you to deal with. Just got to trust in her, but how can you when she doesn’t owe you anything. I don’t want to think about these things, and if your smart you wont either. Nothing was ever gained by worrying but I don’t think that’s every stopped anyone either.

I had often found myself regressing into the downward spiral of the after mentioned chode before I found some peace with the matter. Don’t get me wrong its always going to bother you to a large degree, but cest la vie right? No matter how stoic the man, no matter how detached and not caring, there are always times in life when he allows himself to be mindfucked by his better, more innocent nature. He will know better, he will be rationalizing it all away, about how his girl is different. And maybe she is, maybe the girl in question is stunningly different and she isn’t like the rest of them. She really cares, she sees your broken heart and wants to heal it. You get along like magic, she loves everything about you maybe even, and so much more. There’s always so many things. And maybe not, maybe your girl (or girls as I frequently find myself) shows none of the above, yet pulls you in her own way. Such is the wonder of female seduction. She might not have done it on purpose, but she broke down the walls to find you, the parts of you that make you a man, that only come out with called by a suitable siren. I fall in love with every beautiful women I see, whether for only 10 minutes, or even for years at a time. I’m not sure if I ever stop loving them. I guess I’m a misogynist, because I love the fact that I hate women.

There is so much beauty in them, it never ends. A fountain of radiance and energy that is just sitting there, waiting to burst out in waves of joy, and youthful energy and so much more. If I could describe all of what men see in women, no one would ever paint, write, sing, or dance ever again so I think its best if we end that here. But I do hate that women are only available for a select few men. If you’re a girl out in this cold world I promise you there is a man out there for you who is everything you ever dreamed of and more, ready to give you all of his heart and to make your world the best there is. But as a man, that safety net is assuredly not there. You have to earn your place as a sex worthy man, to find yourself a women you would be happy with, who doesn’t drain you away into oblivion.

Because somehow, the act of not coming of a position of power, of abundance and of outcome independence from above her will ruin your chances for you. Not wanting to let go and do what you know is right unfortunately is what makes you lose. It would be so easy to do what you are used to doing, but you wont. Because she is different. You will believe it, but it isn’t true. No women is different, they are all from the same mold, and they are all fairly predictable. That kind of soft unspoken love we all wish exists, just doesn’t belong in this world at all. The kind of love your mother hopefully gave you will never be given again. At most youll live with a women you can stand, who doesn’t drag on your happiness more then you can bare. But not true love. True love is an illusion of the mind.

Some part of me wishes this isn’t true. It begs it actually, as it cant believe this is the truth of the world. To not care, to be cold and unattached to everything and all, to love and care not, and to be okay with whatever happens no matter what. I don’t pretend to have the answers. All I know is that acting like a cold, egotistical asshole works like a charm. Don’t listen to their gasps of shock and disgust. The largest cognitive dissonance in the entire universe is the amount of vocal bombardment a women will give a blatantly chauvinistic asshole, and the speed in which she will jump in bed with him. Expect to hear stock phrases such as, “ I never go this fast with other guys”, “ I cant believe were doing this”, “Your crazy”, and my personal favorite : “I don’t even like you!” When I became him, I never had troubles with women again.

Parts of me do still surface, like an internal fight. I do sacrifice some of the spells potency, for the hope that maybe something better exists, a better way to do things. Maybe it doesn’t, but I am going to try. But part of me also wonders if this is why I fail. I don’t know if maybe I had just run the whole of my bullshit mindlessly, that honestly I probably could have had her without really trying very hard. But instead I just had to be genuine. Like all true reformed outcasts, my heart is a sucker for romance. It longs to be seen for what it truly is. Not a storm of confidence as others somehow perceive .its shocking how many people tell me I am cocky, confident, arrogant, conceited and overall not lacking in security whatsoever. Internally, my mouth is wide open in shock. I am the farthest thing in the world from confident in myself. Yet this pale veneer is more then enough for success in most matters. Confidence is faked. No one can tell the difference, here is proof of the matter at last. Eventually, it becomes second nature. I do not know what being confident means but there is very little that heavily frightens me anymore. In fact, fear comes not from some unexpected challenge, but from apprehension. Something inside longs for the more pathetic emotions of its full and open range to be returned. For the soft heart truly belives these to be its best quality’s. No word as to the truth on that so far, but on to another matter on my mind as of now.

Lets talk briefly about Emotional sluttiness.

I am in fact, an emotional slut. You may be too if your enjoying the writing so far. Many of us guys really are, and to be honest it seems a lot better then being a slut of the physical kind. Is being free with your emotions bad? I don’t know, but it certainly hurts a hell of a lot more then it should. Absorbing the pain of loss is a favorite habit of mine. Outside of surrendering to god, it brings me a release that seems to be very limited in oppurtunity. Men chase release in all forms. What do women chase? I feel as if men were to ever discover such a truth that never again would we mankind slack in the pursuit of our better halves.

Being a man is hard as hell. Becoming a man is hell itself. There is little doubt to which gender is superior. The males have always dominated that is merely and just the way it is. Any man who disagress is a lesser man, and we care not of what those speak for we leave them to the sharks. And any women who would agree to such a claim is not worth your time in pursuit, shes one for the riding of the cock carousal. Yet there is wonder and purpose in the female as well, and for that they are and always have been celebrated. The beauty of birth, is the redeeming factor of the subterfuge of womenkind. Virtue of honor, strength, loyalty, and love are not shared across genders. That is why the silent pain you have always held in your heart has never gone away. They do not feel the same way us men do, they do not understand what it takes to push the beast, and the ghost away, and they never will. Stop trying to find your own release in women, it will not come. Yet I will return to you when I have given up such pursuit and the emotional rollercoaster of the chase. Do not wait for me long, it will take some time.

I am a awakened man for I see what truly is.

What do you guys think? its fairly rough and all, but I feel like it'd wake just about anyone up. Its just a chapter taken from a book im writing, thanks for reading! Love to hear any feedback.