Can you really afford to stay inert?

The greatest tragedies in your life are yet to be written.

Let’s let those words sink in for a moment, before continuing. They were specifically picked for tonality and dramatic value; they serve the purpose of “bringing home” the reality that there is always more that you can be doing.

But what if you let your fear dictate the actions you want to make? Then perhaps those words wouldn’t ever be actually spoken. Instead, they’d be more briefly-thought and then disregarded — you’re sticking within your comfort zone, and within that zone, there is a beautiful cocoon of no-risk.

People like basking within the riskless — it’s an opportune way to use the mundane to an advantage. For when you’re without risk, all mundane tasks further to expand the comfort which you feel. It’s a reinforcing comfort cycle, all psychologically engineered by YOURSELF to give a sense of well-being.

This can be thrown into evolutionary biology terms, and it seems trite: If you risked your ass to get food, there’s a good chance you’d not come back. The more risk you took, the greater chance you’d be eaten, killed, or worse. So, we’re hardwired to only take the risks that we need to take — ironic, as these days most risk can’t be met with great harm.

If you decide to stay inert, it’s comforting like cult philosophies. The insecurity that you see within normal, everyday life is overridden by the calm that you feel by staying where you are. It’s a tidy bank job, like you see in the movies: you can tell that something’s done, but you can’t seem to solve the mystery.

Can you really afford to stay inert?

The Superwhore and the Maleslut

The name is funny-sounding: nympho-maniac. HA… It’d make me chuckle any day of the week, and twice on Tuesdays.

What’s interesting is that nymphos see no problem with what they do, whereas conservatives are unwilling to bring out the so-called superwhore (name copyrighted by Dirty Filthy Princess).

What creates superwhores? Multiple truths, embraced openly: multiple orgasms. G-spot. Clit. Penetration. The mythical Anal. Girls experience the same amount of pleasure during sex as Guys — but girls have a variety of ways to experience it. All while being more sensual as a rule.

There’s also the maleslut. Same pleasure, but it’s only really being gotten one way. This is ironic, as males find it easier to talk about sex — and brag about the pleasure — most likely because they enjoy the power and subconscious virility that the organ projects.

I think that what’s slowly beginning to dawn on me is that there is no real difference between the sex. Both experience great pleasure from sex (if it’s done right — but that’s NOT this conversation), and both brag. The superwhores and malesluts will do it naturally as they see nothing wrong with what they’re doing. And as always, the conservatively “moral” out there will censor it.

So, how do you become a “superslut”? Realize that there is pleasure to be gotten out there, and if you embrace the reality that the pleasure can be yours — if you choose to partake in the hedonistic — then you can dive headfirst into trying it. And seeing if you like it. Because the superslut has only one reality: Do what feels good, and if it’s really good, do it twice.

Sleep around because it’s fun, because it’s a thrill. If you view it another way, then rephrase it into this: “debase yourself because you only live once.” And accept who you are.

Always accept who you are. Because I’m a maleslut, my girl’s a superwhore. And I’m damn proud of that fact.

I’m a Sex Fiend.

This is by far the hardest post I’ve had to write in a long time. This is my proverbial outing: I am a man, and I am a sex fiend. I wouldn’t say that I’m a nymphomaniac — I don’t NEED sex. But I crave sex, and have been ashamed of it for longer than I can remember.
I came to this revelation a few days ago, and I’ve been trying to figure out what it really means. Masturbating three times a day if given the chance, indulging in fantasties of mind control, mature women, and soft domination.

And the shame… I’d look away from a story after I had release. Avert my eyes from pornography because I was “guilty” of wanting it. In my mind I was guilty of being immoral — since I had grew up with the belief that men are sexual predators, and that as a man, I will force my “unwanted needs” on unsuspecting women.

Over the years, this programming has manifested itself in an interesting way. It has convinced me that I need to be effiminate because women won’t be offended with that mentality. That heroes from movies such as The Princess Bride were the models that I was supposed to follow. And that I needed to be moral in all ways.

A few years ago, I realized that I projected that “morality” onto females. That if I wanted a girl, that I’d be taking advantage of her. And so my repression grew, and my shame increased accordingly.

To come out of that shell, I needed to admit to myself that I am a sexual creature. And I needed to admit that I crave females. I would stare at ladies and pretend that my ogling them wasn’t sexual, but rather done out of boredom.

I am a sexual man. I can and will not tolerate people telling me that I am immoral for who I am. Because repressing myself has ripped my insides out, and changing into the new person that I wish to be has cost me most of my friends.

But it’s who I need to be. The old must die, the new must reign. I don’t know if I can be that new person completely, and I don’t know who I will end up being. But I will integrate myself into being. The new must reign.

Apologies, Apologies.

Have you ever met someone who apologized incessantly? A guy or a girl who was unable to stop apologizing. I used to be one of those people.

The reason why I continued to apologize was that I needed acceptance and validation. I needed the validation to know that my ideas were alright, and I needed to be continually built up to know that what I was doing, who I was, was acceptable to people.

So, why did I stop supplicating? It’s because I realized that continual apologizing wasn’t hot. Since I completely lacked confidence, people became turned off to being the source to either my “good vibe” or “bad vibe.” And in most circumstances, people would get really pissed off with that person, incredibly quickly.

I realized that I usually apologized after comments that I perceived people would take badly, and that usually those comments were actually my real desires. In actuality, I was I apologizing on two fronts: first, I was apologizing for what I wanted, and second, I was apologizing for external events that I did nothing wrong in. (This is since the first tendency of mine would be to apologize after EVERYTHING.)

So, how did I do it? Very, very consciously. It’s like pleasure addiction, in that both are actually removed the same way. To quote coyoteugly, “Your subconscious will soon realize whose boss. Now, why did I ask you to keep a pen and piece of paper? Here’s why: The first few weeks WILL be difficult, and unless you’re Mr. Self-torture you’ll fall down a few times. This is normal. But: any time you do slip up and [apologize unnecessarily], you must record the time and date of your [apology] right after it occurred. So simply write it on the sheet of paper. The next time it happens, do the same thing – under the previous entry. By doing this you can keep track of your progress. If you really want to get laid, and unless you’re a total goof, you should find that as time goes on, the entries become less and less frequent. Continue your everyday life as normal. Sometimes all you’ll be able to think of is giving in. DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO RESIST THE TEMPTATION.”

(Yes, this process works for both pleasure addiction and being an apologizing, humble fool. It was also taken from Coyoteugly’s post archived at ASFGold)

Resist the temptation to fall back into your apologizing ways, and move forwards, always.

Attached are two posts by SnowPatrol, which gave me Ah-HA! moments. They are on Acceptance and Social Value (i.e., The Difference Between You and Them).

Reproduced with permission: SnowPatrol – Acceptance and Social Value

Overgeneralizations.

Overgeneralizations are my forte here, and it’s most likely better to talk about it now, rather than later. I suffer from seeing things from one-dimension: the simpleton male’s.

I’m a direct, dominant male. I’m working on exorcising the insecure demons within me, a long, drawn out process. As such, I’ve revamped my peer group. The group I’ve surrounded myself with are direct, blunt guys. They’re open, they’re (trying to be) flirty. I’ve really made an effort to stand away from people who are unwilling to be open to me.

My peer group, and the writings I reference, are an attempt to codify my beliefs into one package, one person. As such, this is more of a journey than anything. Since that these writings are going to be one-dimensional by nature, I make no effort to see things from other peoples’ perspectives.  Any attempt to be sympathetic to differing beliefs would most likely be seen disingenuous.

Oh, and welcome to my blog. Flame wars are not tolerated.

Stereotypical Parents: Knocked Up Child

Ray and I saw “Knocked Up” together, and she asked me something very simple: why do girls’ parents want girls to get abortions, and males’ parents want guys to keep the kid?

Or, to put things in another context, why are girls’ parents afraid that their kids’ll get knocked up, but males’ parents expect their lads to knock a girl up? (This, of course, only goes until the kid’s 25-ish. After which, these criticisms may not be valid.)

It has to do with social norms, and the belief that women will, in all situations, be raped by a man. That the bastard father will leave the child, and that the situation will leave the woman in dire straits. If a man has a child, and he announces it to the family, the assumption is that he’s going to stay with the child, take care of it financially.

Of course, this is overgeneralization. There isn’t a set-answer, and religious practices may dictate that a child be kept. But, as far as things go, Apatow hit the scene right-on-mark.

I’m Better.

Which is big. I’ve been not coughing hardcore throughout the day, so it looks like I’m healed.

Time to digress into AFC matters for a while. I’ve been trolling chats/craigslist while sick, mostly out of boredom, some out of self-pity. I even answered a few personals ads (gah, damn me.)

This truism hit me: It’s easy to let yourself feel lonely.

The key word there is “let.” Loneliness is something that you feel when you don’t bother to put your barriers up. When you don’t bother to let the cockiness or even the “I’m normal” persona up. It’s akin to a woman not putting her face on and then going out. It’s the best foot forward.

So, as a rAFC, what is our best foot? It’s being cocky. It’s being confident, even when you don’t feel it. Meet everybody, leave no man behind. (That last one’s hard for me still, I need to work on it.) I read a post on Vin’s forum by Dominance, which was spot on about this. Read it by clicking on Latest Realizations In Game (No Particular Order) by Dominance.

And remember: Don’t Let Yourself Be Lonely. Stay strong, and man up.

Hello world!

…or something like that.

There is a point to this blog, as unassuming as it may seem at first glance. It’ll be philosophy, and it’ll be the project of evolution.

The next few weeks will deal with the 1D project as developed in conjunction with others (you know who you are) — and it’ll also touch on random philosophy and other topics that I find of interest.

If you’re here… I thank you. I usually abandon such projects early on, so with enough user input egging me on, I hope that this will be a continuing process, one which pushes the limit as much as possible — a blog filled with thought and discussion, because all arguments bring us to better understanding.

To you, good sir who reads this: thank you, good luck, and visit often.