Male Feminists in Red Pill, don't have actual substance

The very title of a male feminist is sickening, and is should be looked down upon. I don't accept weakness, and I smell it.

I have spent my days punching the punching bag, wondering what the fuck am I going to do with myself. I wonder. All the fucking time.

I'd come home tired from work, and spend my bit of time on MGTOW. I have experience my going out on weekends. I was reading The Way of Men, and Becoming a Barbarian. I want to be more rugged. More violent, but still have a cool head. So, I'd set out weekends, looking rugged, masculine, as I could be. I don't do it for superficial reasons, but in finding my identity as Savage. Once, Seattle night downtown, I was in University area. I was walking down the sidewalk, confident like a savage, wearing leather cuffed. I don't do shorts. I hate shorts. You see them male fuckers wear those skinny gay ass short. I feel disgusted. Anyway. I was losing weight. Was. I like going to the the small video store, as they have cheap DVDs and blu-rays. That night, I was experimenting more confidence, but I wanted something more. I want to be aggressive. Openly.

I was walking down the sidewalk that night, and I bumped a white girl of student age, with my shoulder lightly. I couldn't make out but she was shocked. Two white knight guys were there, of student age, behind me, and front of her. They don't know what make of it, because I was confidence, (later, words spread, I was known in the area). But no cops.

The area were of construction site, laden with wooden walls. Which makes the sidewalk smaller, because it was taking so much space. There was a tree, pretty large, and in the fucking away. Plus, it was dark out. I bumped the girl into the wall, lightly. The two guy behind me were shocked. But her eyes had tingles. I was experimenting some fun. I looked back and smiled. I walked on, heading to my video store. They didn't call the police on me. But they have could have.

I read so much of The Way of Men and Becoming a Barbarian. But like I said, keep a cool head. Leveled-headed. I experimented such power in the street of University area, and words spread. For example, I was treated well, in JJ (Jimmy Johns), and there was a lesbian working there, (by the way she has cut her hair. Not colored), and she was nervous, when she was looking at me. She may have heard I don't like homosexuals, but I treated her well. I was polite. I spoke. She responded in cordial manner. I'll definitely come again.

But it was fucking awesome. Fear.

The guys at JJ, were receptive, and polite. For some reason they were looking at me. They were young, have no malice. I may look like a bum somewhat, kind of, wearing leather cuffs, and they were very polite. They smiled.

I realized a few things.

Single men do get to do whatever they want. With no restrictions. They create a reputation. By being aggressive. I'm no feminist. But with goals, they can do anything. Married man cannot. They're the fucking losers.

I see “Red-Pillled” male feminists, and I hate them. Not because they can use empty PUAs lines, it's only because they have nothing to live for. It's just words. For me, I do it.

I prefer grabbing the girls ass, and lick her neck. Less is more.

I also gained a reputation at work, and even after I quit my work. I still come by. The mall. Apparently, I was known in stores too. Girls and some women employees in malls, were polite. Some were silence. Some glared at me. As they may have heard my discretions. I don't know. Don't give a damn.

It was fun, experimenting. No rules. (I actually have a few rules of my own) But it was fucking awesome.

This is what PUAs and Red-Pilled male feminists don't get. You can't have substance without experiment heavy dose of aggressions, if only your words are the only action. Guys need actions without words. I started with little. And it was very interesting results. I will continue to form undefined masculinity of my choosing. And I do it how I pleased. Not with words. You need to be fucking real. Not horseshit PUAs.