I find solace in knowing that I won the coin flip, and my sex is the clear Superior. I may not have the 'key to reproduction', but I have the key to self actualization.

At thirty, these cunts hit the wall and it's all laughably down hill for them. They spend the years they have with any worth being disgusting sluts and stoking their eggos with hookups and social media. The unfortunate pill we have to swallow is that the majority of modern women are do nothing bitches. No depth, no real character, no substance, no hobbies, no thoughtful opinions. Just vacuous, entitled pits. Empty. Worthless.

They have sex appeal, I admit the lust I feel, but that's my unevolved Reptilian Brain. There is nothing that I can do about that, eons of evolution have programmed me to hope for an emotionally prosperous and sexually reproductive partner. Unfortunate fact is, our society has ruined it. Part of me is envious of the generations before everything got so warped, when men were men and women were women. My grandparents are celebrating their 60th anniversary, I see the love, the intimate love, that they still share and it truly is a beautiful thing. I fear that type of connection is all but lost and forgotten today.

In short, these hoes ain't loyal. GYOW gentlemen. The world is yours.