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.

“Guys Just Need To Be Natural…”

Alright, this post is for the ladies.

I was riding the subway today and some girls were talking about men. You know the chat — “I wish that guys would just be themselves, that they’d be natural around me.” The whole “genuine” chat.

So I’m just going to generalize for a bit here, based on my own thoughts and experiences. I’m sorry for any offense this might cause, but it’s for the best. Really.

1. Guys are horny. We like sex as much as girls do, but the difference is that we’re not worried about being labeled as “sluts” as girls are. Sure, guys are sluts, but we don’t really worry about the title, because our friends think it’s healthy and good  to get laid. So when we try for sex, it’s as a mutually-pleasing expedition into the female form, and not because we think “it’d seem cool if I banged her.” There’s always more to it.

2. Guys don’t appreciate shittests. You’ve heard it before, and it’s worth reiterating: don’t ask cosmo questions. Don’t try to trap us with our words. It’s not appreciated, and just because you’re looking for a flaw doesn’t mean that there’s one there. I had a girl ask me what I thought my relationship with her should be like from my perspective.  I told her that I’d like an emotionally and sexually fufilling relationship. She then became incredibly offended that I didn’t “take her feelings into account” when I told her what I thought my relationship with her should be.

Classic shittest. Don’t do it, because if you do it enough, I WILL WALK AWAY.

3. I don’t think before I speak. I don’t think most guys do. Sure, we’re naturally semi-sauve, but breaking our balls over every misspeech is not a way to creating a good relationship. So, if you’re a girl and you begin using microspeech criticism, you’re making the relationship a whole lot worse. As Judd Apatow wrote, such criticism creates an “unfunny version of Everybody Loves Raymond. Except that it’s without the pithy dialogue, and instead of 22 minutes, it lasts forever.”

4. Believe that your guy’s doing the best he can. Girls, if you don’t, you can walk, but most guys I know do their damnedest to make things work well. And even if he’s 20 minutes late to the show, don’t you think that it shows that he cares enough to listen to you yelling at him just so that he can see you, you most likely have a keeper.

Guys, if you have other things you  think should be on this list, feel free to add in the comments.

Too Much Sexual?

One of the things that I tried to put into action was an overarching sexual game. Where sex is the first thing, the relationship the second thing. In essence, you quench your desires and then let the relationship work. Because the sex is so great, the relationship’s locked down better and better. Things will get easier over time, and the spontaneous sex will make things better.

This is a fallacy. You can’t rush into a lot of freaky sex with someone from the get-go, it has to be a gradual build-up. I’m sure that if I was a master at PU, I could; but I’m applying this for the normal mortals who read this blog.

Make a gradual build-up. This is due to anti-slut guidelines; if you want too much sex, the girl feels like you’re using her for her body, and that her mind is secondary. Likewise, if you’re using her too much for her mind, then the sexual attraction is lost.

This is distilled into a semi-regular sexual guideline. Don’t push it, but don’t ever let it stand on the backburner. Create a real and regular sexual tension and continue to pursue it. Don’t let the ramp cool off, ever.

In a semi-unrelated post, here’s David Shade on How to be a Bad Boy. Check it: How to be a Bad Boy – Case in Point