The need for men

Women need men. They need men for their physical survival and they need men to be their solid rock through the ups and downs of their emotional turbulence. They need men to protect them from harm and they need men to provide them with sustenance. They need men to validate their existence as a worthy and desirable human being. Even after decades of policy and billions of dollars trying to achieve gender parity, women still flounder. They aren't the strong and independent matriarchs they purport to be.

Women need almost everything from men, but we can generalize their needs into three main categories.

  • The need for protection.
  • The need for provision.
  • The need for validation.

The need for protection is the most basic of the three. When your life is in danger, nothing else matters until you are protected from the threat. Likewise, if bandits steal all your stuff, it doesn't matter how much stuff you had, it's all useless. Therefore, the need for protection is the strongest of the three.

Next is the need for provision. Once you've established safety and security, you need stuff. Food, drink, housing, bedding, furniture etc. The more security there is, the more space there is to fill with stuff that you “need”. Therefore, the need for provision is secondary to the need for protection.

Another distinction can be made between the need to be safe and the need to feel safe. The former role is filled by the protector, the latter is filled by the provider. To feel safe from imaginary threats, from emotional threats and from spiders is a provision like food and a comfortable bed.

Finally is the need for validation. People who live in fear for their lives and people who don't have what to eat or where to live, don't care to have their ego stroked. They have more important things to worry about. Only once you're comfortable is there room for that sweet old narcissistic fix of validation. Indeed, the modern woman is more self centered and narcissistic than ever!

Dual mating strategy

These three general needs lead women to seek three general things from men.

Procreation is a primary biological function of any creature or organism. The need for protection is a woman's primary need from a man. It is therefore no wonder that who she will see as sexually attractive is a man who displays signs of strength, authority and dominance. This man fills the primary need of the recipient of his protection - the women - and thus, he is an alpha male. Alpha means primary and because he awakens her primary instinct of procreation, he gets to be the alpha fux.

Sustenance is a very important biological need, you can't live without basic provisions. However, it's secondary to the need to be protected from the elements, wild animals and marauding bandits. This need may seem to be the primary need in a safe and prosperous society where the need for basic protection is more distant and less urgent. Nevertheless, prosperity does not change biology and the man who displays strength, authority and dominance is still the alpha male. Alpha because he taps into the primary need of the woman. The man who can offer provision to a woman is the man who can satisfy this secondary (albeit very important) need. He is therefore the beta bux who gets to pay for cupcake and all her shopping sprees.

Validation is the third general need. A need that can be completely overlooked during times of danger, scarcity and uncertainty. However, during times of safety and prosperity, many women become addicted to this need for validation. Many will expose every bit of their literal and figurative self just for some likes or upvote. Whether it's as risqué as nudes or as benign as a picture of breakfast, the underlying need is the same - that people pay attention to her and validate her existence. This role can be filled by anyone, man or woman or even an internet bot and those who fill this role hold little to no value to the recipient of the like or upvote. All she cares about is getting that fix, whoever gives it to her isn't worth more than a throwaway cigarette that gets stepped on and left on the street once it served it's purpose. This role is played by the orbiter. It's called the dual mating strategy and dual means two. This is because only the first two are actual mating strategies, the orbiter is never considered as a viable mating option.

Pie in the sky romance

If you ask a woman what she wants in a husband, she'll probably give you a laundry list of absolute must have qualifications. These are often delusional and we have fun picking them apart around here. Let's examine these many demands in light of the three general needs described above.

In order to be a proper protector, one must be willing and ready for violence. A man who asserts his dominance is engaging in conflict. This conflict isn't always physical but it's conflict nonetheless. Conflict is the opposite of stability and civility. The threat of force may impose a state of peace, but it's turbulent and unstable by its very nature. Whatever stability is produced is nothing but a truce until you get weaker or the other guy gets stronger. This man lives in the thrill of the moment and is often daring, dangerous and irresponsible. This excitement is sexually arousing to women, but the turbulence caused by it is bad for raising a family.

OTOH, provision is stable. It's all about building a nice home in a safe neighborhood with good schools and a solid community (etc). It's about saving for a rainy day and retirement, about being an upstanding citizen, about building a family. The provider man is a calm and peaceful man who wouldn't hurt a fly, he's a stable man who has the rest of his life planned out. This stability is a solid bedrock foundation upon which great families can be built, but stability is boring and when a women is booooooored and unhaaaaaaaaapy, divorce rape becomes a real possibility.

Then there's validation. As mentioned above, the person who offers validation is of little value to the recipient of said validation. Because all they offer is a hit to feed her narcissism, they're no more valuable than a cigarette is to a smoker, a joint to a pot head or a shot of whiskey to an alcoholic. They got their fix from you and now you're yesterday's newspaper that absorbs the grease off fish and chips, unless you're needed for another hit.

For one man to successfully fill all three roles is nearly impossible because he'd have to be dangerous and safe, exciting and predictable, have his own self worth while selflessly being her fix. He'd have to be a series of contradictions, dozens of them simultaneously. He'd have to be more of this during ovulation, more of that during menstruation and more of the other in between. More of this in the morning, more of that in the afternoon and more of the other in the evening. And with her moods drifting like the pure driven snowflakes, there's absolutely no way that a mere mortal man can satisfy all of those roles. That's why most men are predominantly alpha, beta or an orbiter. Whatever blend he has is obviously unsatisfactory to her, obviously.

In other words - the dream man exists only in romance novels. The dream man cannot exist in real life. Female desire is unrealistic, unreasonable and unattainable. They think they can have it all but they can't. The wisest choice would be to create a warm home while they're still a virgin, but alas, high doses of tingles and attention is a drug cocktail that's too difficult to resist for many women. So they hop right onto the cock carousel and piss away their best years.

Burnt bridges

Throughout her teens and twenties she could afford to be free spirited and careless. She could hop from dick to dick and from orgy to gangbang. She can go along for the ride of her life, a cock carousel filled with sex, money, attention and possibly even drugs.

One day she'll wake up to the realization that the ride is slowing down and it might soon be over. Maybe the phone calls slowed down, getting a date became difficult (ehem datingoverthirty), she gets an STD or baby rabies. Suddenly she needs to get serious and settle down with a good stable provider. She now needs to start a family and become a mother!

However, to her shock, dismay and absolute horror, no man is interested in her. The alpha Chad is off banging the newer, fresher and younger batch of tight pussies and isn't really interested in her old, loose, disease ridden meat curtains. Maybe he'll have her on a rainy Tuesday but that's about it. The stable beta provider isn't interested in such an unstable, used up whore of an attention junkie. After all, you can't turn a slut into a housewife. And the orbiter who in the past would have done anything, absolutely anything for her just for a hint of interest - well, he's likely a pickle that cannot be turned back into a cucumber.

A tear rolls down her cheek and into the glass of chardonnay as she opens a new package of cat food before heading off to her room where her trusty crusty dolphin vibrator is found. She closes her eyes and dreams of her imaginary future husband, the mythical perfect man who ticks all the boxes. The man who doesn't exist because he cannot ever exist in real life. The man who's dick is as hard and responsive as that purple vibrator. The man who will finally satisfy her in every which way. The man who will hold her hand and walk with her into the sunset. The man with whom she'll live happily ever after…

Another tear rolls down her cheek as she pulls the vibrator out of her loose snatch and wonders - where are all the good men? 🤔