Fixing

Women love to *fix* a man, as if there is something broken with him. It becomes a big project in their mind, making him *absolutely perfect* for her! The methods used involve persistent nagging, whining, bitching, all the way up to screaming shit-fits.

Unfortunately, the results end up like this:

Then they get bitchy about how he's not perfect, dump him on the scrap-heap, and fuck off to find another victim to fuck over.

Yes, we men are masochists - we love this treatment and are so fucking happy to be screwed around and then over. Enjoy the fucked-up poison which is our world.

Breakup

Any breakup with a woman needs to be quick and decisive.

This could be as simple as walking away from a bad friendship, through breaking up from a bad STR, MTR, or LTR - all the way to divorce, after a marriage of whatever duration.

Understand, a breakup of any type hurts a woman. They're not *used* to rejection, their princess little minds cannot fuckin' cope with it. This is why they get all bent out of shape about it when you refuse to take them home and fuck their brains out. "Are you gay?" Et-fucking-cetera. No, you simply don't want to fuck them.

Breaking up is the ultimate in rejection.

It fuckin' hurts them, they cannot cope with it, and so they strike back in whatever manner they can - preferably as painfully as possible.

They will cry, moan, whine, whinge, shame, and beg you to take them back - all the time preparing to stick the knife in for revenge. That, or they'll just stick the knife in and twist as hard as possible.

Real-life example: "I'm amazed how something so minor could make you so cold towards me. Glad it happened sooner rather than later." A shaming attempt designed to draw me back into dialogue with her, testing my resolve, so that she could draw things out more and fuel her desire for drama and maybe get back with me - so that *she* could do the dumping, or fuck me around.

The normal reaction for the un-clued-in would be to respond - with perfect truth and logic - that it was her bullshit spiralling out of control that pushed me away. This is a mistake. She isn't interested in the truth, or logic, or the like - only in how she feeeeeeels! This feeeeeling needs to be taken out on the source of pain, drawn out as long as possible, dragging you into it to drown alongside her.

The clued-in realise that the above is nothing more than another manipulative attempt to keep me involved and arguing with her, defending myself from her bullshit accusations. The sensible Man looks at that, recognises it for what it is, laughs, and ignores the attempted manipulation - and in fact doesn't bother to respond at all.

Guys, being engaged by this shit is really draining. They do that deliberately - just like wearing you down with constant nagging until you give in *just to get them to shut the fuck up*. It's the woman's MO. Your only defence is to show them the door ASAP.

Close it behind them.

And never fucking allow them inside it again, even to say hello.

Lets be clear here: I mean absolutely and completely no fucking contact.

Because otherwise it becomes a situation of constant *negotiation* - one which is always twisted around to benefit her.

Piss on her.

This is about you. Your choice. Your peace-of-mind. Shut the door on that worthless cunt - that's what she is, else there'd be no breakup - and do not talk to her ever again.

It you're divorcing, use the fucking lawyers as a go-between. Tell the lawyer straight up-front that this shit is what you're hiring the motherfuckers for, and if they don't do their job - if they let that cunt near you or talk to you, even via telephone - then you will get a different fucking lawyer. It keeps the bastards honest.

At any rate, breaking up with a woman quickly and decisively is the best thing for you. Less bullshit to put up with, and who gives a damn about the carping from their brigade of cliquy female hangers-on. THEY weren't the ones who broke up with this cunt, and in fact it's a great indicator that they shouldn't even be involved with her.

That, or they're the same as this cunt was, in which case you are well-warned to stay away from THEM.

At any rate, once that dumping info gets around, other girls will realise that you take no bullshit from any useless cunt. This may intrigue them, and certainly warns them to be on their best behaviour should they get involved with you.

This female MO poison - and how you can potentially use it to your advantage - is happily revealed to you by BlackPoisonSoul. You are welcome.

Rights

I have no idea where I got this from, thank you whoever you were that gave me the idea. Essentially it has been sitting around in my hard-file for a couple of years and I decided to share.

Rights:

I have the right to not get married.

I have the right to not be some woman's bitch.

I have the right to not take your shit.

I have the right to say no.

I have the right to be disgusted.

I have the right to my self-respect.

I have the right to my own opinion.

I have the right to my own standards.

I have the right to be left alone.

I have the right to look after myself first.

I have the right to enjoy my life.

I have the right to relax.

I have the right to not explain myself to you.

I have the right to be presumed innocent.

I have the right to ignore your shaming tactics.

I have the right to ignore your questions.

I have the right to ignore your fears and insecurities.

I have the right to ignore you entirely.

I have the right to dump your ass.

I have the right to shine in my own way.

Petty, Boring, Fat

Women get so bent out of shape about some stuff. Yet when you look at it, it's just petty. Not like its rape, murder, drug-dealing, or sex-trafficking. So why is she so bent out of shape over damn-all?

Betcha she isn't getting the sex that she really wants.

"I'm bored." Me too, sweetheart. I wonder why that is...let me see...

Oh, you're fat. No wonder you're bored. Because of all that blubber, all that you can do sexually and experimentally is perhaps four positions. Five if you count me being able to finger-fuck you and do variations of oral.

This is part of the reason I cannot stand fat girls. When you are fat and out of shape, you CANNOT have a great time experimenting sexually. Try doing: The Cross, Forbidden Fruit, The Screw, The Jockey, The Bodyguard, Viennese Oyster, or The Lotus with a fat girl. Impossible!

Think about the following for when your wife gets fat (which she will do, and mine did):

It's hard for her to open herself up for missionary position - the fat gets in the way and her legs just aren't that flexible. I don't mean just in the way of herself, the fat gets in the way of YOUR movements: it takes three times as much effort to move in the normal sexual manner. Grabbing hold of something that is squishy-stretchy, thrusting into something blubbery instead of firm, lack of freedom of motion, etc.

If she decides to ride on top, you've got an elephant crushing you down. Your movements are restricted, your breathing is restricted, your cock is restricted. In extreme cases she just has to move slightly wrong and your cock feels like its being twisted and torn sideways, or crushed flat. It's HARD to lift your pelvis up from underneath, or to give her that unexpected deep jolt to make her jump and squeal with surprise and delight.

If you want to fuck her face-down or in doggy or standing or against the wall, you're pushing down or forward into blubbery padding. Padding! You want to get deeply into her, SHE wants you to get deeply into her, but there's 3+ inches of blubber holding your cock away from her deepest parts. You'd need to be a 9" dude just to give her an AVERAGE fuck. It's far easier to give her anal.

Oral - well, the blubber gets in the way all right. Plus the possibility of direct suffocation. Your NOSE is buried and sealed away with that fat.

So there you are. A fat chick is just...disgusting...to fuck and you can't do that much with her. The sex becomes same-old-same-old and the boredom factor kicks in real quick. Even bodybuilder Arnold Schwarzenegger couldn't lift and hold these fat fucks without a harness - preferably one hanging from a crane.

In addition to the above, a fat woman simply cannot do athletic things. Walking down the beach? Hiking? Climbing? Swimming properly? Dancing properly? Forget it, they're too fucking fat. This stuff tends to make them quietly miserable inside too - people NEED to be able to move properly and freely. Plus, the sex that they do manage to get...well...lets just say "sub-par", since your cock can't get deep enough into her.

Nobody really wants a fattie. They're just not FUN.

There you are fatso, its no wonder that you cannot find a man and/or you start to hate men. This is why you pour scorn on men for not embracing "bigger" women. You can't handle the fact that it is a consequence of your own poor choices (ie you eat too fucking much). I hope that you enjoyed your personally-tailored public service announcement.

Scathingly yours, BlackPoisonSoul

Change

There is a strange difference in the thinking between men and women.

When a man falls in love with a woman, he falls in love with her how she is. He doesn't want her to change, he's found his "one" for him. (I dislike that term, yet it's probably the best one to use.)

When a woman falls in love with a man, she embarks upon an "improvement" project. Change this little bit about him, that little bit, make those things the way she wants them, make him stay away from *those* good friends...

Eventually what's left is a shell of a former man, whom she is not in love with any more. So she divorces him with extreme scorn and cruelty, takes everything that she can, and goes looking for another victim to change.

Note that the most pernicious and egregious change is the cutting him off from friends. He is not allowed to be with old and faithful friends, yet *she* is allowed to meet daily for the cluck-sessions with her little clique. Heaven help him if he gets antsy about that!

After the divorce-rape the man has to attempt to get himself back into his former shape once more. If he's lucky he will eventually grow strong once more (part of the reason for this blog and others like it - yes we know that you need help, like a recovering addict). If he hasn't really learned his lesson, he will get married again and allow the new woman to change him...

The humorous thing though, is the two changes that women will make: they'll get fat and/or sexless.

Getting fat is the one thing that will most definitely cause a man to fall out of love. It shows utterly and unmistakably to the world that she is a selfish and lazy cunt with absolutely no self-esteem. It also shows that she has nothing but contempt for her man.

On top of this he is still supposed to love her for her "inner qualities". Never mind that her inner qualities are so eloquently on display for the world to see: he's still supposed to love a selfish and lazy cunt with no self-esteem. No fucking thanks: that is the kiss of death for any relationship.

She also turns sexless (whether fat or not). Okay, that's supposed to be behaviour that a man will accept: going from a sexy nymphet who'll suck your cock twice a day to someone who gets fucking bitchy if you so much as *hint* at wanting a fuck once a month. I don't fucking think so.

Heaven help you if you get pissed about that though. The chorus of shame from other sexless cunts around you: sex shouldn't be the most important thing in a marriage! Izzat so? Then there's no problems if I go fuck some other hot, young nymphet, is there. After all, sex isn't very important in a marriage at all!

Enjoy watching the chorus of sexless cunts squirm at that one.

The best part is the double-standard around divorce, though. When she gets a new job, changes friends, and dumps her hubby - she's taking charge of her life. When he gets a new job, changes friends, and dumps his sexless fatty - he's having a midlife crisis.

Enjoy this exposé of poisonous reality.

Misery

Last night I'm at a birthday party for a 40-year-old guy. Most of us are dancers, all the girls are merrily chattering away in their little cliques, etc.

One of the older women beside me asks why I'm not with a partner.

So I talked with her about how hard it is to tell who's available, what they're actually like, and then point out the way that they're all in their little cliques chattering away merrily - and that you are made distinctly unwelcome if you intrude upon them. It is actually an imposition upon them to intrude and ask for a dance. That is their attitude.

Then I spoke of the politics that has gone on, and that anyway many of these people were the "older school" who have found themselves a "partner" and you never see them at dancing any more. No kidding about the politics, it has made a huge mess of the dancing scene where I am. She caught the point about that right away.

What I didn't mention was the old saying: the crap that I'd be getting would not be worth the crap that I'd be getting. Once you get older, that becomes your main consideration regarding women. The crap is never worth it.

She might be able to suck a golf-ball through a garden-hose. There's a lot of other shit problems in her life, which is why women who do not get married by the time they're 40 tend to remain single - unless they can somehow manage to latch on to a retarded rich man who loves lapping up her runny shit. Or get a clue about reality (won't happen for this generation, they're too entitled now).

Case in point, a woman I know who is single has a child who is going down the criminal path of life: he steals anything and everything. Cops involved, youth rehab involved, nothing is deterring him. So there is a reason why she's single and will remain so: nobody with a shred of sense is going to invite her criminal son into his life. Her son is making her miserable and will do so until she dies.

Nobody is going to invite a source of misery into their lives.

There are a lot of 30+ single women out there, with bastard spawn of other men. They will become miserable hosts to a lot of cats. Meanwhile, us bachelors will have a quietly awesome life, with only the occasional contact with miserable and desperately horny women for sex.

You women have a problem with that? File a complaint with the department of reality. It gives a fuck.

Women Self-Destruct

This is the one thing in life that I've had the greatest difficulty in accepting: that a woman will naturally self-destruct. When this happens, not only will she destroy the relationship that the two of you have: she will blame YOU for it, it is all YOUR fault, and she will attempt to drag you into that self-destructive mental thinking as well.

Seriously, this is the weirdest thing to have happen to you. As a man, you will constantly experience this - over and over and over. For a time everything will be running swimmingly, then all of a sudden - *mindfuck* and the lot blows up in your face.

It's like she has a one-way trembler-switch in her mind. Kick it hard on this side and nothing happens, touch a feather to that side and *BOOOOOM* and now you're for it, fuck you very much you piece of shit bastard man.

I thought that the dating pool was bad back when I got married. These days, I can assure you, it is vastly worse. Seriously bad poison.

Around Christmas last year, a relationship that started pleasantly suddenly went kaboom in my face. That was a grade-A nutjob, I've not seen anyone fuck up a beginning relationship so damn fast: it was 2 weeks in, 1/2 a day to kill stone-dead. My only self-defence was to utterly ignore her and not go to the places where I knew that she hangs out.

Recently another one just suddenly started going strange in the head: only 1 month in and weirdness. All I can do is ignore her. It's done, gone, fucked.

After much thought, I have come to a simple realisation that I wish to reassure my fellow-men with: it is not you. There is nothing wrong with you. It is THEM.

They are mentally fucked up basket-cases.

The older they are, the more mentally fucked up basket-cases they are.

Twisted, isn't it. Women are so fucked up in the head that it is guaranteed that you will run into strife with them. And this is considered to be a part of the "feminine mystique" that men will "never get". Yep, there's a reason for that: our minds are not as fucked-up as theirs are. To be able to comprehend their mental processes, we'd have to be just as fucked up as they are.

That does not bode well, eh? Anyone fucked-up enough to understand women would be nuts in just the same manner. No wonder women deride men who claim to understand them: they know that said man is either lying or must be just as mad as they are. Neither is attractive to them.

Good news though: you can compensate for this madness.

The first thing you have to realise is that there is a natural expiry-date for any relationship. Get that deeply in your heart and guts. It will expire, the woman will self-destruct, and you have no control over it.

The second thing you have to realise is that it's nothing personal. Despite what she says, no matter how painful (and she does her best to make it painful) she doesn't truly hate your guts etc etc. That's just her madness talking. You have no control over it.

Once you have those two things firmly in mind - once you know them deep in your belly, to the point that it doesn't bother you any more - you can set things up so that the detonation doesn't affect your life. When she self-destructs, you keep on keeping on, and find yourself another woman.

Yes, she will self-destruct too. It's built-in.

Until she does you are entitled to enjoy her. Have a ball, enjoy fucking, tickle the shit out of each other, have walks, pillow fights, etc. Just make utterly certain that she cannot affect your life in any way: because she doesn't have the right to do that to you when she self-destructs. She's welcome to fuck up her own life, not yours.

Maybe, if you are exceptionally lucky, you might find one who doesn't self-destruct in a short time. Enjoy her while you may, yet never trust that she won't also go mad and destroy things.

Remember: the longer-term ones have a tendency to self-destruct in the form of divorce/frivorce.

Good luck.

Gecko

It's often amusing to watch the antics of women. Case in point: last night.

At a friends birthday party, a group of woo-girls (and a former woo-girl) suddenly decided that they wanted some group-photos. Ah, I love the smell of narcissism in the evening!

So they grab the former woo-girl's man, get some photos done against the plate-glass at the venue. The usual snuggly-kissy stuff, nothing different. Most girls don't seem to get it through their heads that something different can be done, they're all same-same.

Suddenly FWG calls out: "Gecko!"

All the sheep start plastering themselves against the plate-glass in various climbing positions and more photos were taken. They even went outside to do various pictures from the other side of the plate-glass. Faces of all types were displayed.

I'll admit it, I was actually impressed - even though laughing inside at these antics. Something inventive had happened!

Once the photo-op was over and everyone had dispersed, I asked FWG and her boyfriend if the others knew what a gecko was. Nope. So the three of us had a laugh at their expense.

See, "A Gecko" is a sex-act. You push your woman face-up to the wall and take her from behind, then in the middle of that - pull out suddenly and ram into her ass. The first time you do this (preferably she has zero warning and doesn't know what a gecko is) she squeals and tries to climb the wall like a gecko...

Enjoy their childish antics as best you can. It's the only thing that can get you through at times.

Fat Acceptance Shit Test

H/T to WhoIsM3, and commenter Bay Area Guy. Thank you for inspiring this.

Lets dive head first into this tubful of greasy lard (hah!):

Men aren't entitled to attention, love, or sex from a woman. It has to be earned.

So to get any of that we have to be: confident, witty, passionate, persistent, assertive, outgoing, capable of leading a conversation, making all the first moves, taking all the initiative, etc. We're expected to be capable of reading a woman's body-language. We're expected to tease her mind, tittilate her emotions, make her feel special, desirable, and loved. We're also expected to understand her moods and minor idiosyncrasies, engage her mind, tickle her humour, understand and forgive her foibles, understand girl-speak, give her everything, etc etc.

Then, if she feels in the right mood from all that buttering up, we get the chance to tickle her body and all, maybe give her Fifty Shades of Orgasms™.

In return, girls only need to be there and be presentable. That's all.

So where does being fat fit into the "being presentable" part of what girls need to be?

I mean, fucking seriously?

Okay, we know what the "fat acceptance" shit is about. It's part of the females cold-war amongst themselves to weed out their competitors. It's part of their internal competition for worthy mates.

So we men need to look at it appropriately and rationally.

Do you seriously think that a slim girl is going to fuck a guy who she knows has had a fat girlfriend? Especially a string of fat girlfriends? He is known as someone who has no standards and who dumpster-dives. This makes her feel like shit, going with someone who fucks the lower-end of girls, like she is being dragged down into the lower stratum of women looks-wise.

So.

This is nothing more than another society-wide shit-test, to weed out the unfit men and push them down to the shitty end of the spectrum female-wise. Getting pissy about the apparent hypocrisy of women cheering on "fat girl acceptance" yet not accepting fat men is not the appropriate answer to pass this shit-test.

Lofty disdain and amusement at all those involved is.

It shows that you "get it". Let the fat girls and you-go-girls pull each other back into the crab-bucket, you are above this shit. THAT is attractive.

This poisonous revealing of the inner workings of the female mind and society is happily brought to your attention by Black Poison Soul. You are most welcome.

Faking Orgasms

From PostSecret, the above.

Understand, when a woman doesn't orgasm when fucking you, it's not your fault.

A girl's orgasm is mostly in her mind: if she can orgasm with some random drunk stranger that she picked up in a bar, she can orgasm for you.

She just chooses not to.

Two things to do:

1/ be offended and find another girl (because it is offensive to be lied to sexually, so intimately)

2/ stop worrying about her orgasms and use her as the cum-bucket that she is, focusing on enjoying YOUR orgasm instead, while at the same time looking for her replacement

Welcome to the poison that is modern relationships.