Can a fleshlight crticize motherhood?

Girl has seen my friend in the gym, and now she is interested in him, and the possibility of a fuck after an hour of meeting him is on the table.

The girl, a mediterranean,  is the friend of a girl I used to see, with whom what we had had to end it because she wanted more, and this event caused bad blood between me and this worthless strong and independent mediterranean whatever.

So I overhear them talking about men from my background, how they are macho, how they are archaic, patriarchal etc etc... the guy, from a latino background is just going along as he has smelled easy pussy.

Then I hear

"for example this guy thinks of women.." and notice her mentioning me.

I was up going to the loo, so i turn, and inquire, upon which she asks,

"What are women for"

Well, still having some faith in female kind, and not wanting to blow up the place by letting my side that has lost faith doing the talking,

"Babies"

So she shakes her head in this hip hop cuntish way and tells the guy,

"I told you"

To me she is "Go go go",

I have done my damage, I don't give two flying shits about this valuable human being, she is working on fullfilling her function for my friend,

I turn to my friend, I smile, I nod, and walk off.

..."Babies"...

She did not like that.

Giving women the honor nature has bestowed upon them , the reason men built civilization for them, men died for them, the reason men talk about their mothers as angels,

"Mom"

"Mama"

"Mother"

"Ma"

For her it is an insult.

No, no, no...

This valuable human being want to drink like she thinks men drink. She was drunk.
She likes to smoke as she thinks men like to smoke. The smoke smell was in her breath.
She likes to fuck like she thinks men fuck. One day she was out with her friends after getting fucked by a drunk douchebag who passed out on her.
This valuable human being likes to have fun now, one day she will want to be a mother.

Now she goes "Go go go"...

 I will go. I was going. to a place more valuable than your company. The smelly men's toilet.

"Babies"

What higher honor can ever be given to a woman?

Is "Ms. President" as honorable as "Mommy"?
Is "Ms. Teacher" as honorable as "Mommy"?
Is "Ms. Doctor" as honorable as "Mommy"?


Since this one will not be President anyway, that is out of the question.


Is slaving a life for a company more worthy that providing a good world to the children you brought in to life?

Is retiring from a state office as fullfilling as holding grandkids on your arm? 

Yes, she did not want to be a Mom. She did not want to be respected for her future motherhood. For providing a good home for a little innocent baby. No.

Now, there are some women who choose this route. They become worthy members of the society. there has always been nuns. There always is a portion that goes this route. But going this route does not affect the value of motherhood a bit. And eagle not flying does not mean eagles are not meant to fly, nor does it mean flying is an insult to eagle. It means this eagle decided not to fly. 

But this one.

She wanted more.

She wanted a woman to have more meaning than being a good human being, being a good woman, being a good partner, a good companion, a good mother.

So what did she do?

Drunk like a blue whale in a sea of beer.
Smells like a pissed on barbecue.
Fucks like a rabbit, with worse selection criteria.
Attitude you would find in stories about kings posessed by the devil.


Accuses guys like me for being an asshole, for respecting motherhood.

Calls me an asshole,

Without having the slightest clue that in her decision that she will be more than "Best Mommy of the World", in her decision no only that but that that phrase is an insult to her over evolved existence; with her actions she has dictated her value;

She not only has no value as mother, she has no value as a female, I don't give two shits about her value as a human being, but her only value...

Her only value, gotten by her decisions, choices and entitled attitudes,

Cumbucket.

A cumbucket to deposit cum that has been deposited into a cumholding plastic bag.

Not even a Cumbucket worthy of cum....

But yea, guys like me seeing mothers as valuable, as honorable, are assholes.

Funny isn't it, in their disgust for their highest honor, they have managed to fuck their value to a point that is less valuable than a fleshlight.

I might be an asshole, but my soul smells like flowers compared to the stinky soul of the modern emancipated putrid cunt.

Besides,

There are two balls attached to the body that embodies the asshole.
This misogynist respects womanhood way more that the modern strong independent emancipated putrid cunts will ever respect, even for a second. 

In this day and age, it is guys like me who are called misogynists, men who respect motherhood, respect mothers, respect bringing life to heart, nourishing it, having a shoulder to cry on as a baby, having a lap to lie on as a kid,

It is women like that who have fucked the value of womanhood past below a plastic hole to cum in, are strong, independent, progressive, emancipated. Not men who have oppressed women by dying in wars in millions.

Calling them vagina life support systems, is an insult to vaginas, an insult to life, and insult to any kind of  support, and insult to systems. An insult to existence.

Good job!

Great job!

Worthless.

That my friend is willing to fuck her means nothing. He is just fulfilling her function.

A bucket of cum.

I could have answered

"Women are for fucking",

But in reality, thinking of life and existence, that is not what I believe.

In the picture of life, 

"Women are for being mothers" is what I believe.

Bringing a new life to the world is a gift, is to be cherished, is to be respected, is what I believe,

And I am the misogynist. 

Funny world.

Respect is earned.

Sometimes the risk to take action is so low that not taking that risk will make a man lose all the hard earned respect from his fellow men.

Do men want to hang out with another man who has shown he will take the risk,

Or do men want to hang out with another man who will rationalize not taking the opportunity which has minimal risk?

Who do you trust?

Who do you respect.

Empathy, maybe. Respect?

I am sitting on a table that has me, and four other girls, three of them some of the best in the venue.

I introduce the Racoon to the table, a little chat later he goes to the table across ours to chat with a girl he knows.

That second table has three girls and a boy.

I recognize one of the girls. The girl in the middle is a girl the Tortoise was talking about.

Tortoise is very fond of the brunette.

Here is the setting:

Racoon has friends on a very attractive table, mine. Racoon knows Brunette's friend on the second table, who is apparently fond of the Racoon.

Perfect setting for:

"Hey, you girls met the Tortoise?" to be leashed out onto the second table.

One sms, and Tortoise is on our side of the bar.

"Tortoise, is that not the girl you been talking about?"

"Yea man. she is"

"Good. Look, Racoon knows her friend, they have been seeing us here with attractive girls, our references are excellent, the logistics are perfect. Racoon will go and talk to her friend again, and a minute later you go talk to Racoon, and he will introduce you to them. There is your open door"

"No man"

"Come on. Racoon is good with this. Remember what he did to Rabbit"

"No man"

"Man this is a lifetime chance"

"No man"

"Look, there is no risk. It is the best possible set up"

"No man"

Nothing worked. We could not get him to agree to the setup.

It hurt. It hurt like a bitch.

A man afraid of his own shadow?

A man so afraid to face the fact one little girly bit might not have interest in him

I can sympathize with a man not approaching.

I cannot sympathise with a man chickening out even if the approach has been done. I will not sypmpathise.

I cannot. 

Coincidentally,

The men I respect the most are the men who take the leap in face of fear. Any kind of fear. Any aspect.

Fear never changes.

Fear never leaves.

Fear is always there.

What matters is what a man does in face of fear.

Chicken out,

Or leap in.. to the burning hole?

Especially in this case where there is no hole, no burn, no..., just three steps and a handshake.

The hamster is batcrap insane

"Tomorrow I will go to ClubABC", she said

"Heh, lot's of drunk sausages in that place, you'll like it", I said

"Noo. Drunk guys are disgusting"

"Come on. Some guy coming over going "weaaaaggooaaaaabluaaaa" must be fun"

"No. And it's only the drunk guys who come to talk to me" she said

"Well you girls are not really open and inviting to sober guys coming and talking to you..."

"Yes. True... "(10 seconds silence.. hamster revving up) ... "There is something wrong about the sober man who comes to talk to us"

"You mean he might be high or something?"

"Yes"

"Or he just knows way too well what to say"

"Ah yes"

"Or he is a psycho who does not have the shy nerve"

"Definitely yes."

"So drunk is the only way you'll talk with a guy?"

"I guess so"

Standing ovation for the hamster. 

Btw, girl is marriage material from the point of conventional understanding.

Young man; yes, you are the frog, she is the princess. For now.

Comment I left at laidnyc

For any man in his early twenties, interacting with girls in their early twenties.

Taking into account that you're reading this site and others, you are putting in the work, improving yourself, your life, and respecting your balls;

All the bitching, the flaking, the attitude you will unavoidably get, means nothing.

Considering attractive women:

A woman in her early twenties is in her peak. She will never be in the same place again. No matter what they say, it will go downhill from here. Her personality might improve over time, but this will not have an effect on the attention she gets, especially compared to her early twenties.

she is in the peak of her life.

Now you, young man,

You are in the lowest of your next ten years. For you, the only way is up. With the caveat mentioned above, your sexual life will only get better. Even when you are an old fart of age 35, if you keep in shape, if you have your finances straight, if you know what to say, and what to do, you have no competition.

You are right now in the shittiest place you will be in the next ten years.

You, pretty much a lowlife in respect to your next ten years, are interacting with a princess who is in her peak for the rest of her life.

That's why the attitude is to be expected,
But that is also why it does not matter.

Your journey is uphill with ever increasing opportunities,
Her journey is downhill, with ever decreasing opportunities.

Why do you think they cry about the man-child, and no good men, once they hit thirsty thirty?

Men children are playing real life Leisure Suit Larry,
The good men are making good of their goodness.

What could be the value of a female mule?

Sugar and spice, all things nice...

When you see the choices women make, you start changing that into

Sugar and spice, ii aa ii aa oo...

I am all for having fun.

Laughter is a part of my life, making others laugh, is a pleasure.

Slapping butts is a pleasure in itself. The tingling in my hand, the sound in my ear and the wobbling of a well taken care of butt, heavenly pleasure.

Having said that,

Seeing a twenty year old girl who has been hit on by a number of men in the night, giving the snobbish face to a kid, only for him to jump on her back, slapping her, and getting a piggyback ride from the girl in a full bar, and then seeing the girl's attitude change, and smooch the kid and leave with him... All in five minutes.

One. Respect for the kid. Take my hat off.

Two. How can I respect a strong independent and emancipated western woman who decides to go home with the guy who treats her like a mule? A donkey?  A piggy to ride?


It was one of the few incidents I am happy to have observed.

Glad I am in the generation where women still have some femininity left.

Maybe i am being too critical, and not open minded.

Maybe.

But knowing that one day the mule, the girl who rewarded being treated like a mule, in front of her friends, will go "You need to prove to me you love me"; "I want to be treated like a lady"; "I am not easy.."

Maybe being critical has to be done by more men who do not ride women like mules in front of her friends...

And kudos to the piggyback rider. Knowing what the woman wants, where she values herself, what she will reward.

Go on little Cowboy. I fully endorse what you do, ride them the way they have valued themselves.

It just shows there is no limit on the amount of public degradation that can be dished out and still get rewarded for it.

Princesses, my ass.

Fuck it if i am being too critical.

Fuck. Even whores do not get treated like mules in public.

I am a woman, hear me aaaiiiaaaoooo....

Go MuleBoy, Go. you figured it out. 

Facebook princesses deserve no cocks

It's been another two months where I have not posted anything.

I have no excuse, I had no muse.

Read Steven Pressfield's book, War of Art. That book is a must for anyone who is in the creating knowledge/art business.

I had no muse.

Because I did not sit down to receive the muse.

Few days ago I was sitting down with a girl that I know, my friend, and the girl's friend.

This guy is one of the fastest men I know with women, and unlike a few other fast men, this one goes with girls many other men would cut their left balls off, just for a chance.

The girl I know is a good looking woman, great person.

The other girl; good looking but very close to a wall and speedily approaching it, and I find her annoying.

My friend wanted to bag her, so he was chatting with this one.

The Soon-to-be-walled girl is smiling nervously, touching the stud, playing with her hair, having puppy eyes throughout, and all in all, she is smitten. She is swept off her feet, giggling, trying hastily to find balance when she is in the air.

Then her phone buzzes.

She picks up the phone, and her face suddenly turns to such a cheerful manner that would make one think she just won a million in the lottery.

We three continue out chat, while this girl is turning left and right on the couch, going "Awwww", "Uwwww"... You'd think she stuck the buzzing phone into her pussy.

My curiosity peaked

"You won the lottery?"
 
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaw... Nooo... It's my facebook"

My blank face

"I just had put this to my timeline and sent it to all my friends"

... text: It was an awesome summer

"And my friend just sent me this"

... text: <3 p="">
"Aaaaaaaaawwwww... she sent me a heaaaaaaart.... Hoooooow niiiiceeee... Looooveeeeely"

By this time I am thinking that I feel sorry for the people that interact with her at her work, which requires a little more than minimum brains. Live or die situations.

I could not say anything. My face stayed blank, as was the rest of my mind. If I knew it was not illegal, I'd make her eat her phone.

I turned to the other two, where i noticed my friend, shaking his head.

The interesting thing is that this girl was all over my guy, she was ready to go, to wherever he would take her, no questions asked, no objections or defenses put up.

She was with the best man in the bar, she was with the best man she will encounter that day, she was hot for him, she was wet for him, her body knew it, her face showed it, if I would put a finger down her pants, I would know her pussy knew it.

Then the Facebook thing happened.

Suddenly she was disinterested.

She had gotten her validation.

She had come. She had orgasmed. What's the text sign for an orgasm? () ... ?

Now she knew she was an attractive woman, her female friend had sent her <3 p="">
Suddenly her interaction with the man crashed.

She turned entitled.

It took five minutes or so, we wrapped up our chat with the girl that I know and left the scene.

Ok, the stud did try an attempt at a no investment quickie, but the entitled facebook princess was having none of it.

Makes you think,

If a girl prefers a virtual <3 a="" and="" attention="" cock="" her="" highness="" is="" of="" or="" p="" pussy="" real="" saluting="" she="" showing="" standing="" the="" to="" up="" virtual="" worthy="">
8==========D

for life.

Some stupid sucker will put a ringer on those fingers one day...

That is the sad part.

Hey, facebook princesses out there,

This man gives you this:

8=D

Real women get the real deal. All the fifteen "=" signs of it.

Facebook.... Princesses... Worthless.

But hey,

<3 p="">