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About Those “Red Pill Truths:” An Essay

If there’s one thing that’s getting passed around a lot over the internet, it would be the concept of “red-pill truths.” It’s something that increasingly comes to my attention, and as well, there are a lot of people now standing up against the red-pill and calling on men to be honorable and decent, actually having love for women, instead of being narcissistic and abusive. Surely at some point in the future men will start standing up, taking charge again, and saying No more. You won’t do this to our daughters, sisters, and mothers from here on out. Most notable among those starting to speak out against the red-pill are:

InsanityBytes (1), The Night Wind (2), and a brand new site (Christian-oriented) called Red-Pill Fallacies (3).

When you look at it on the surface, these so-called “Red-Pill Truths” have just enough truth in them and sting just enough on the surface as to make them believable (4). It hits you hard at first and you begin to think, well, maybe…But, as with most propaganda, the reality, when you dig a bit deeper, is actually what can be referred to as “half-truths,” or insidious lies and distortions of reality mixed in with just enough truth that all but the most educated and informed become susceptible to it.

Red-pill men and the manosphere in general just love to talk trash about women (remember my post about men running their mouths (5)? Keep that in mind, I’ll come back to it). One of the most notable things they do is exaggerate the importance of youth when talking about a woman’s value and worth, as if we were all nothing but a bunch of commodities up on the market to be auctioned off to whoever has the “best deal” at the moment, instead of human beings (11).

And it’s true! Youth is very important for women. It’s true! Women do like dominant men! It’s true! Men are visual creatures and youth just looks better! If you are a young woman looking to start a family, you will be most fertile in your mid-20s, as well as you will be coming into greater psychological maturity. But that doesn’t mean you don’t still have plenty of time. Nor does that mean that men have plenty of time either. A female baby is born with all the eggs she’ll ever have, and the number decreases as she ages, leaving fewer eggs more prone to be less healthy and of poorer quality in her later reproductive years after age 40 (14). This is true.

Throughout history, because only women can bear children, it was always the fault of women if pregnancy didn’t occur, if a child was stillborn, if a woman was incapable of bearing a male heir, etc… However, with modern science increasing piles of evidence keep coming to light that do signify that men have just as much of a “biological clock” as what women do (8) (6). As well, most of the blame (such as not being able to bear a male heir) that used to fall solely on women, modern science has shown us that men- fathers- are really responsible. Science increasingly shows that both the health and age of the father at the time of conception matter greatly to the health of the offspring and the likelihood of a successful pregnancy that can be carried to term (13). As well, the father determines whether or not that male heir will in fact be born female (12).

It’s like this, if a man can get an erection, he will produce sperm. However, not only do erections start to become iffy for a man past a certain age (for a lot of men this happens sometime in their mid-40s or early 50s (7)), the quality of his sperm declines the older he gets. An 18 year old guy only has to think of a pretty girl for him to get an erection as hard as a rock and he’s ready to go for hours. His 40 or 50-something year old counterpart? Well, it’s probably going to take a bit more than the mere thought of a pretty girl. The erection doesn’t happen as easily, probably requires a bit of hands-on stimulation to get him going, isn’t quite as firm as it used to be when he does get one, and, the truth is, he’d probably just rather roll over and go to sleep than bother to go for a second round.

With the advent of Viagra and IVF, we see older men (who in the past might have had ED that kept them from performing) being able to keep going and even father children, and we see odd things like 60 year old women bearing children. Truth is, neither one of these scenarios is optimal. Around the age of 30 or so, a woman’s fertility starts slowly declining. Conversely, a man’s erections and sperm quality slowly begin to change as he ages out of his physical prime (his teenage years and his 20s), though for both sexes these changes may not be seen so much at first and come on quite slowly. But unlike the limited fertility and sexual power of a mere woman, the phallus is supposed to have god-like status, its potency everlasting; it’s fertility untouched even by the ravages of time. 

Solely biologically speaking, if we go back to caveman times or use evolution as an example, the younger man will be faster, stronger, able to father more healthy children. He’ll be better at providing and protecting than the older man, just as the younger woman will be healthier and able to produce offspring with a lesser risk to her own health or the health of the child. There’s no denying any of these things. If you are a young woman who puts family and finding a man aside to pursue a career, yes you’ll probably regret it. However, the day will also come for a man when he wakes up at middle-age and realizes that, not only is he not quite the looker he once was, and perhaps doesn’t have the job he once thought he’d have at his age, but the young near-virginal 20 year olds aren’t flocking to him the way the manosphere had promised that they would if only he was “successful!” He’s been lied to, just as the career woman has been.

Research bears out that only in 5 percent of married couples is the wife 10 years or younger than the husband (9). So, this indicates one of two things: A) men might like to look at younger women, perhaps even shack up with them temporarily and have sex with them, yet they don’t necessarily want to marry these younger women, or B) while the older men might be game to marry women young enough to be their daughters (1% of all marriages), the younger women just aren’t interested.

There’s a difference between the women a man wants to have sex with, and the women that he wants to marry. Yes, all heterosexual men like to ogle young, attractive 20 year olds and would pay or take risks for a night with them, but that doesn’t mean they want to commit to them! If youth and beauty guaranteed a woman success in marriage and in relationships with men, then wouldn’t it be so easy for women? Just hit the gym and have a guaranteed marriage that will last a lifetime! But it’s not so easy. In a lot of cases, youth and beauty are somewhat of curses for women, as it’s even harder to find a valuable man, as most of the men she meets or that take her out are just interested in sex with her, and she ends up carrying the heavy burden of having to discern their true intentions, a burden that men simply cannot understand, any more than young girls can understand the reality of a young teenage boy’s sex drive.

Over the years I’ve found that I haven’t really aged much physically. Rather, when I look back on the past, it is that innocence and simplicity of yesteryear that I truly feel nostalgic for. I have a better figure than I had years ago- more slender, more perfect hourglass shape and my skin still glows with healthy, youth and vitality. Living a traditional lifestyle being taken care of by a husband and remaining at home as allowed me to retain my femininity- which is what men truly desire from a woman, far beyond any other thing. Consider this: most men that have affairs aren’t doing so with women who are better looking than their wives. In fact, in most cases their wives are better-looking than the women they go and cheat on them with. So, what gives? Isn’t it all about youth, beauty, and fertility? No, more than likely it’s about validation (15).

In the vintage American Comedy Series Petticoat Junction, in the episode Kate’s Recipe for Hot Rhubarb, the widow Kate Bradley was talking to her daughter Bettie Joe about what exactly it was that Billie does to make all the guys go crazy over her. The report reads:

Herby bates says he’s crazy about Billie because she wrinkles up her nose so cute and she makes him feel so strong and masculine…

Ok. Next.

Wilbur Hodgkins says he flips for Billie because she walks so cute and because she makes him feel so strong and masculine…

Next…

Tad Perkins says he likes her because she dresses so cute…

…and because she makes him feel so strong and masculine…

Right.

I just wanted to see if things had changed since I was a girl. They haven’t.

Notice there’s nothing in there about her actual looks- just the ways she behaves (distinctly feminine) and the way she validates the guys’ masculinity. Validation. Of course, it’s supposed to be funny (it is), but it’s also true. Instinctively guys know that no woman is going to look twice at a guy she perceives as “less than” her- he has to be stronger and superior in the ways that matter to a man. And this is true. Every woman wants to look up to her man, no matter what stage they’re in in the relationship and know that he can defend and protect her and take care of her, that he is the one leading her rather than the other way around.

Now, there are two ways in which a guy can increase his own (perceived or real) value relative to the girls’. A) He can work hard to improve himself (a sometimes long and tedious process) or B) He can degrade the girls’ value, usually by putting her down and making her feel “less” than him. When you read articles in the manosphere it kind of makes you feel like shit (if you’re a female), doesn’t it? It makes you feel like you are worth less– which is the intended point. You ever sat and listened to a group of guys talk? Probably about 1.326% of what is coming out of their mouths is historically accurate. Mostly, they’re running their mouths- and there’s a reason for this. Most guys are lost about how to “get the girl” so, especially in their youth, they’ll do things to treat you like crap, call you a bitch or a whore, insult you in front of their buddies, act like they don’t give a shit, etc… (10) Especially teenage guys, they don’t have much they can offer a girl and they’re still quite immature, so the easiest thing to do is to degrade the girl.

Now, that doesn’t mean that you call him out on his game. Part of the game, from the girl’s end, is to make him feel like he’s superior. Most guys don’t get that women want a man’s masculinity but they don’t want him to be a jerk. Realize too that the manosphere and red-pill are full of men who are mostly low-value and have a long history of failing with women, and the owners of these sites have something to sell these men (books, seminars, etc…) so they want to keep the illusion up. When you read stuff such as “The Wall” and AWALT what you are reading is mostly lies and exaggerations with enough discernible truth in it to make it seem, at least on the surface, that it makes sense. Look closer, however, and everything falls apart. What you are seeing is men running their mouths, degrading the value and worth of women in an attempt to upgrade their own value. I’m a “good deal,” baby, a real “catch” so you better swoop me up quick during the limited period of your youth before you hit “the wall” and I take my pick of some of these other hot, young, things that are surrounding me, desperate for my d*** because of my “hard frame” and bad-boy attitude (16).

The reality, when you step away from the computer screen and get out in the real world, oftentimes looks a lot different than the false persona that we create of ourselves in the virtual world. Take an objective look around you, and you’ll see that most of what you read and hear (anywhere in the MSM not just the manosphere) just doesn’t measure up. The truth is, youth and beauty often make it harder for a woman to hold onto a man, and sometimes an older woman is in much better shape and more attractive than an obese, loud-mouth 20-year-old girl. Men aren’t going insane and complaining about modern women because of their looks or their obesity (though it certainly isn’t helping), but rather because of modern women’s attitudes and the way they are displacing men from their traditional roles. They’re angry because they need and want femininity to compliment and validate their masculinity yet can’t find it in their women.

In conclusion, yes, do it while you’re young- for more than one reason. Anywhere you look in life, whether successful people in business, Hollywood, wherever… these people that got where they are today usually hold their positions on account of the connections they made during their youth (sometimes starting as early as childhood). For women or men, if you wait half of your life to find somebody, your options will get bleaker with age. Most have already settled into their lives, carry around lots of “baggage”, have grown hardened by the years gone by, been through several heart-breaks and failed relationships to where they can’t bond like they once did, have already had their families or kids with another, etc…etc… It’s not simply a female issue.

But I can tell you, that it’s never your physical looks or material things that you miss most later in life, but the connections, the innocence, the simplicity, the loved ones you’ve lost- the memories. Do it while you’re young. Make those connections and bond to someone during your youth and work hard to stay together no matter what, because in the end, that’s all that really matters.

Bibliography
n.d. https://insanitybytes2.wordpress.com/.
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n.d. http://www.privategym.com/blog/what-to-expect-from-your-penis-as-you-age.
n.d. https://www.theguardian.com/science/2017/jul/02/men-are-affected-by-the-biological-clock-as-well-researchers-find.
n.d. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Age_disparity_in_sexual_relationships.
n.d. https://collegeforreal.wordpress.com/2009/05/24/for-girls-inside-the-mind-of-a-guy/.
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My Covering

My Covering

I try to do my best every day to obey my husband and do what he tells me to do. Inside I feel like God has favored me by giving him to me as my covering; my provision and my protection. He shields me from the world, keeping me there under his wing and in his love. He is my choice. I chose him so long ago whenever I was young. Even in the times that I didn’t want to follow him, I still did, because I didn’t always have much of any other choice. I went with him, as he is my only source of provision in this life so I followed where he led. If he doesn’t listen, then he causes me pain and suffering. If he doesn’t understand, I hold that resentment inside. That’s why he must listen to what I say to him, to the things that my heart needs inside. He must listen to me with love and understanding as he was called to do, putting me above all others, as I do with him in return.

But there is love unimaginable. Whenever I’m lying there with him in the night, I know that I’m safe. It’s safe to let him inside of my body. I can take every bit of him in with love, as I know I’m safe to do so. He’s my covering and I don’t have to fear his abandonment come the morning. I can’t describe that feeling nor that joy whenever he’s inside of me. Sometimes I wonder how anything could ever feel or be so good. To be filled physically by one and only one man that I love and rely on, I know it’s safe to simply open up and relax. There’s something wonderous in the way my female form was made. I love the feel of it, to relish in it.

I don’t feel degraded when I’m lying there under him. In some sense I do feel inferior, but it is only in a good way; inferior in the sense that I know I’m subject to him, yet I have worth and value beyond compare, value that goes far beyond just the physical. All I have to do is ask and he’d give it to me. I know that I am cherished above all other women, beloved above all others. My position is important. There’s something so precious about it, to know how he invades me on the inside, and how I long for him to do so. The most private and intimate of things that I delight in in wonderment, that I would be horrified beyond words to just share with anyone. It’s beautiful beyond words the way my body was made. I have no reason to be scared or sad after the act is over, as it is an act of love, and not of temporary perversion, of the man that I love, of the only man who has ever lain with me, the same man who I have relied on for years.

The way I love him when I’m scared or in danger, the way I come to him. Many times has he picked me up in his arms and carried me; many times have I rested my head against his chest and let him protect and hold me. So easy is it for him to overpower me, but I know he would never hurt me. I delight in the feeling and strength of his arms. The few nights that I have ever been without him were nights of loneliness, pain and fear. If I left him temporarily, it’s like his covering was removed from me, and I was extremely frightened. I’ve always depended on him for my livelihood, knowing no other life but a truly patriarchal one. Yet I know I’ve never been oppressed. I have been favored and loved. I pursue my dreams and passions, yet I do so there under his covering. And I do know the power he has over me in that I have no means to provide for myself. And it’s OK. If I’m depending on him then I need him. If he is providing for me, then I know I am secure. When there is no mixing of the roles, then there is no confusion or contempt. I ask him for the things I need. I feel happy and free. Free to be soft, feminine, devote myself to my home and family and focus on being a woman. His covering allows me to be a feminine woman who doesn’t have to toughen up to focus on advancing in the work world. I don’t have to devote my time to hardening myself and focusing on moving up the career ladder.

Coverture has protected me from being out in the world to be raped, abused, harmed or harassed by other men, or by others in general. Sometimes when I have gone through hard times I’ve stopped and wondered, asked, that if there was really a God out there, then what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to be? For the last few months I’ve felt this voice inside of me, perhaps an intuition trying to guide me, that speaks to me. But that voice has never told me to be independent, to go out and conquer the world or anything of the sort. The only thing that I hear inside is this voice telling me just to be a woman. And there is something precious inside. My very feminine essence I feel is so precious. And it’s precious when I’m with him, most precious of all the way I feel when he’s inside of me, most precious when he kisses me. I’m odd for the times we live in today, but I am no different than the women who came before me. Above all, I was made to be a woman. I was made to be loved and to be delighted in, that feminine essence inside of me so powerful and unique.

 

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The red pill philosophy in action

 

 

Listen To Me, Pt. I

I’m not here to say that everything’s OK, because it’s not. I’m not trying to say that everything will be OK in the future, because perhaps it never will be. A repeated question that I have asked myself over the years goes a little something like this: Why me? Good God why me? Why am I so different from everyone else? Why am I such a freak of nature? (Because that’s how I view myself at times, though I’ve learned to embrace it and have gained more self-confidence over time.) I feel what it is that I feel inside, and it just doesn’t go away. But perhaps I’m meant to teach you, to show you a different way than what this world and society tells us. So, if you are a young woman reading this, I do want you to listen up.

And I look at the stats that this site gets oftentimes, and I get a lot of hits from search engines like Google- a ton in fact. There also seems to be a lot of interest in people searching for whether or not married women should go to work and things like that. No matter the lies the mainstream media and Hollywood try to sell us, all is most definitely NOT settled in the hearts and minds of the modern-day woman (or probably not man for that matter either). I try to do the best that I can to teach and to help, because I feel that I was made to write, made to express myself. Of course, for the life of me I can’t figure out why anyone would follow me, it seems people do. So I want to tell young girls and women just starting out in life of a different way to be and to live, to tell something different than what you are hearing all around you and to tell you that it’s OK to stay strong in those beliefs, even though I will tell you that you are going to face a lot of criticism from those around you, especially your feminist mothers and grandmothers.

I know even my own mother, as much as I love her, hates my marriage because I’ve always been dependent on my husband. They want me to be independent at all costs. My maternal grandmother also disowned me last year as well, not only for my differing religious beliefs but political ones as well. They are the type of women who you will hear wanting the goods of tradition yet boasting that “Women are becoming more independent” and saying things like “It’s still a man’s world- but all that is changing now!” Most likely these types will be Republicans and conservatives/moderates who are anti-abortion and pro-Trump supporters. They will tell you how abortion is evil and how they aren’t feminists and don’t hate men yet at the same time be like “You go girl! Get that college degree! Depend on nobody but yourself!”

Sometimes I go through this alone, it seems, and I know that there are plenty of other young women who want a different and better life than what their own mothers lived. You’ve seen their failures, their misery, their stresses, multiple marriages, and the whole juggling career/motherhood thing that just doesn’t work. They can’t seem to keep a man around, or only attract bad ones and drag them in and out of marriage counseling every other year and continuously get burned to where they eventually just give up entirely on men. But there is a different way.

I will tell you now not to waste your youth. But I don’t say this because there is some kind of “wall” where a woman loses all value once she hits a certain age- there’s NOT and don’t believe anyone who tells you there is (namely low-value men with revenge fantasies against the women who rejected them in their youth). It’s only that there is something special about bonding with a man from your youth. There’s something precious about it and relationships established during your youth cannot be replaced. Guys shouldn’t waste their youth either because it’s important for bonding, loving and building a life with someone but I’m mostly here to talk to the girls.

I was a mere 16 years old when I first met him and bonded to him and I wasn’t much older whenever we married. And since I have depended on him the entire time, I’ve never known any other life other than the one I have lived with him. It’s hard to explain how that feels. For a man, it wouldn’t be the same, but for a woman, it changes everything. I’m very soft and delicate because he’s taken care of me (but don’t think that makes me weak, because I’m anything but it). Yes, I cry. No, I’m not a child, but neither am I a man. I have emotions and I express them, but he understands that. In fact, he says that’s one of the things he loves about me. The world we live in today wants to medicate away those emotions and call them unhealthy. Abusive men seek to employ psychological techniques to try to silence a woman’s emotions and “manage” them (which only causes the situation to get completely out of hand).

But that’s not love. That’s not bonding. That is annihilating the very feminine essence that makes a woman precious and unique. He understands me like no other. I can be a handful to manage at times, but he just holds me when I cry until I calm down. After a while I stop crying because he’s calmed me and I just lean into his chest and bond to him all the more. And that bonding is also a highly a sexual bond. If I don’t desire him, then I’m not feeling bonded to him.

In the world we live in today, sex is promoted as a casual and androgynous thing, and if you, as a woman, cannot reach orgasm, then it is obviously because you don’t know enough about your body, aren’t “empowered” enough and aren’t expressing yourself enough and being vocal about your needs, etc.. etc… but I fail to see the wisdom in this mainstream bullshit- and so should you.

I’m not ashamed to cry. I’m not ashamed to want bonding and love. Last night I reached for him, desiring him, because I wanted to feel secure and loved in his arms. He didn’t have to abuse me or hurt me to make me desire or want him. In fact, it has always been quite the opposite. Yes, it’s a personal thing for sure, but I have said before that I’ve never had a problem orgasming. I’ve also said before that I don’t masturbate, I don’t engage in stupid games and role play. I don’t get all “kinky” or anything. I don’t like that stuff. It strips away, in my mind, what the real and true meaning of sex and the purpose of it is. And if you think for one moment that it’s boring or anything of the sort then you’re wrong.

I try to explain what goes on in my head, though it’s kind of hard sometimes. In my mind it’s so sweet. I was given to him when I was so young and I depended on him to protect me, provide for me and lead me. And even now, I’ve never truly known anything else. I refuse to believe that I’m some freak of nature just because I can have an orgasm! It’s funny how in the modern world women are so empowered and are supposed to be sexually liberated but most have never even had an orgasm during sex and then you see articles and talk about how maybe it’s not even natural to have one!

But it seems so natural inside. I’m just simply expressing and feeling what is feminine so deep inside of me. And the truth of the matter is that the most feminine women are emotional, don’t make any sense, and are largely dependent on a man to take care of them. That is just a fact of life. Like I’ve also said before, the thought of paid employment has always weighed heavily on my heart because it would strip away my dependence on him. It would separate me from him. It changes the game entirely and that’s why I’ve always had a problem with it. But I am by no means lazy. I work hard every day. I’m up before the sun every morning, yet I’m still feminine. I’m still dependent.

I have no obligations outside of the home, then I just submit myself to my husband and rely on him. Sex is good and beautiful and part of what makes it so is because I’ve been with him- and only him- since I was so young. I don’t like girl power positions or anything like that. I lay down and let him admire my body. It’s OK to let him inside because I know I’m safe. He gives me everything I need and it’s easy to relax in sex. It’s a psychological thing as well as an overwhelming physical thing. It’s only best when it completely overwhelms me. I can feel him so deep inside of me, and that’s what’s precious about it. It’s precious because my sexuality is precious. It’s pure and sweet and there’s nothing degrading about it. I tell him that I feel bonded to him and feeling his strength and feeling him cover me is part of what makes it relaxing, when I feel safe.

I couldn’t ever see how I could feel the same being an independent, empowered woman. I’ve never known *how* I orgasm. I just do. I just feel that I’m a woman. It’s easy to open up to the same man you’ve been with since you were young and let him inside. It’s easy to share yourself that way. I’ve seen some red-pill types try to say that it’s impossible to keep being attracted to someone in a monogamous relationship, or that only “alpha” bad-boys can make a woman “wet.” I have to wonder what planet they are living on if that’s the way they live their lives. Even more than a decade on I’m still having sex with him, still desiring him.

When traditional gender roles come into play and the man is the leader/provider/protector a woman’s husband will always also be her lover (assuming she actually does love him). She will still desire him even when he lets his guard down and acts natural. Like I love my husband for who he is, so long as he’s being the man I need him to be. If he ever started trying to employ “game” on me or anything like that it would hurt me real bad. I’d pull away from him and not trust him. I’ve said before that the fact that I depended on him created an atmosphere of passion and love where I’d always long for him- and I did. We have always been best friends, companions, lovers. I’ve cared for him in his weak moments and laughed at his dorky ones. That’s the way it’s meant to be and I feel sorry for men out there who believe that the only options in life they have to keep a woman attracted is to either be the “alpha” who keeps a harem or to constantly go from woman to woman living the single life and never settling down. I also feel sorry for women who have to play games and let men treat them badly in order to be attracted to a man.

It doesn’t have to be that way. You can be deeply fulfilled and have passion beyond your wildest dreams. It’s Ok for him to lavish gifts on me because I belong to him and he provides for me. I know he thinks I’m beautiful and that doesn’t turn me off. There’s a big difference between some “beta” chump who goes around following a woman with puppy dog eyes lavishing gifts on her in the hopes that maybe- just maybe!- he might get a yes one day and a man that lavishes gifts on a woman because she belongs to him. I remember my own husband, when talking about something, making it clear that I belong to him when we were talking about him providing for me and everything.

And I will write more in the future. I just want to try to make a few pieces to share with younger women (especially I’m trying to aim for the girls in their teenage years especially to prepare them and help them) showing them a better way and life to live. You don’t have to start having kids right away (or have any at all), but bonding and allowing yourself to be given over to a man (hopefully one close to your age, even better if you grew up with him or went to school with him, so you can grow together) to take care of you in your youthful years can give you lasting bonding/passion and a stable life that will last for decades.

To keep this post from becoming any lengthier, I’ll write more in the future to try to delve deeper into the issues of sex, bonding, femininity, etc… But for the young girls out there, don’t start having sex with multiple men and babies with more than one guy, whatever path you choose in life. It’s OK to pursue a passion or dream that you feel called inside to pursue but if you pursue college education, career and independence just simply because that’s what society has told you to do or those around you like your family are pushing and pressuring you to do so, then you may never know the truth depth of femininity and bonding with a man that comes from relying on him.

 

Other Reading:

 

Why Women Shouldn’t Work

 

Mom for President

 

http://athriftyhomemaker.blogspot.com/2016/07/the-war-on-femininity-part-2-female-role.html

 

https://insanitybytes2.wordpress.com/2015/12/31/always-listen-to-your-wife/

 

 

 

Let It Hurt

Pain and suffering I hold deep in my heart. The feminine suffers pain in the heart and in the body, sometimes caused by the masculine. That’s just the way it is. I accept it, I embrace it, even when I can hardly endure it. It’s hard sometimes to withstand such pain. But I’m a woman. I bleed and I feel and it isn’t always pretty. I don’t always make sense of what I feel or of what I say- even to myself. But I’m a woman. I’m not meant to be understood. I’m not meant to be so stable. I’ll cry. I’ll scream sometimes. I’ll terrify the living Hell out of you with the storm that brews deep inside of me. Don’t try to understand me, just be that fortress that holds strong until the storm has passed.

But would you love me any other way? If I asked you to get down on your knees and cry, to show your softer side, to be emotional, to tell me how you really feel deep inside- would you like it? Would I offend you as a man? Would I be attracted to you if you became more like a woman? You know I wouldn’t, you feel it deep inside. I’d say and insist with my words that I want you to be that way, but I’d only hate you if you truly were. I’d only be repulsed if you truly were. So don’t ask me to shut down the storm inside, even when the waves are threatening and fierce, even when they rock the boat so much that it might capsize. The storm can’t be tamed or contained, only endured. It can destroy and it can heal. It has a dark side. I’ve known this to be true. I know that I feel it on the inside. There is a dark and dangerous side to femininity, as there is a dark side to masculinity. A man in a fit of rage can be terrifying to a woman as much as he is attractive to her, because he is displaying masculinity in its most pure and raw form, as a woman does with her nurturing and her emotions.

But ladies don’t hate him because he’s a man, don’t stamp out that masculinity (and on the flip-side, don’t ever let the world stamp out that feminine light within you. It’s OK to cry and be emotional, just like it’s OK for him to be withdrawn or even a bit aggressive). Just try to understand him, to feel him. And I know. I see it all the more every day. But I also know that peace of belonging completely to somebody, of holding the love of a capable and strong man, and it was worth the pain endured.

I remember how I laughed as we sat in the park eating peaches like teenagers. I clung to his arm for reassurance and protection as we walked together along the dam. Then I turned the heads of all the men who saw me like I always do. But I was docile- I didn’t actively seek their attention. I just existed. I was just a woman, letting my light shine. I know he withdraws, I feel him when he’s about to. He needs to. I need him to. But so long as I can still feel him, so long as I still have the assurance that he’s there, so long as I still have his love. I know that need. A man has to withdraw so as not to be clingy or needy and perhaps even to work on himself to improve himself, to sort through life’s problems the way a man does. That polarity has to exist in male-female interactions and it is ultimately the man’s burden and responsibility to keep the attraction going, even if it sometimes causes panic in a woman’s mind.

I look at the world and how it seems to hate masculinity, and even popular celebrities that decry men who try to run “game” on women. Pick-up-artistry is immoral for men who care nothing for women and seek to deceive them and use them, but men are ultimately doing it for women. Men want and need women and are constantly seeking to improve themselves to get women. Men have to be the seducers, or else nobody would ever be having sex- and that’s truth.

And I think I know. I think I know that on some level the man has to hurt you. It should never be extreme or abusive or with mal intent, but there has to be some level of pain on the emotional level. Sometimes there’s even pain on a physical level. But as a woman I cling to him, need him, and want him to take care of me because he’s strong. I need him to be strong- to be all the things that I am not- but being secure in his love and commitment. No woman wants a weak man any more than a man feels that deep attraction to a masculine woman who’s just “one of the guys”- even if both will take what’s in front of them until something better comes along.

Maybe all I am saying is this- let it hurt some, but only if the man is good and true and his intentions are true. Only for a man that will really always be there for you- your husband on the sexual level and trustworthy other men in your life that you look up to. Just as men have to stay strong and endure the storm that is female emotions (even when they want to run, and many in fact will run away fearing or unable to handle it), allow the man to seduce, to work his game. But only if the intent is to have a better relationship with you, only if the intent is to make himself stronger and more attractive to you and ultimately make himself a better man in the process.

My husband would withdraw a lot and sometimes it was annoying, sometimes I even bitched about it, but I understand that I wanted him to do that some. I didn’t want to be with a woman who wanted non-stop “connection.” But I knew he was committed to me so it wasn’t a problem. So long as I could still feel him, still know he was there and was true and devoted to me and fulfilling his responsibilities towards me, it didn’t matter. He even has women he talks to all the time. I’ve seen women calling him- and I have never even once given a damn because I know he’s good and true. I don’t even have the slightest clue where he is half of the time because I let him be a man and trust in his love for me.

I’ve let the men in my life beat me down some and accepted it when it wasn’t abusive, anyway. If they were just trying to protect me, or retain authority I consented to it. I knew I was being disregarded or pushed aside and I silently consented to it, just the same as I have cried and threw my tantrums and caused some havoc and the men have dealt with it. I’m a woman. I don’t want to be a man and I know that men, no matter what they might say, don’t ultimately want women to be or act like men do. They want women to be women- and we likewise want them to be men.

A woman will test a man, to make sure he’s still there for her, to see how strong he really is. Similarly, men will also test women to see her value and worth; to see if she’ll easily give in to him or if she is worth investing in, to see if she is morally superior to him and his own (often short-term) motivations. There isn’t a single good or bad thing that men inflict upon women that women don’t inflict something similar upon men in return- and that’s life.

Nonetheless, it’s a woman’s burden to weed out what a man’s true intentions are. Many manosphere men are damaged, and they attract damaged women in return. In the end they have nothing. You don’t want men like that and you don’t want to be the kind of woman these men attract and abuse. But don’t be annoyed or angry when he runs game, just filter out the intentions behind it. Men run game to be attractive; to be able to get and keep women- especially women of high value who value themselves and guard their sexuality.

Men are difficult, but so are women. I just tell all the women who read my words what I discover as I go through life, what I see in the world around me and the things I have learned and the things I’ve understood. Understand men and why they act as they do. There are bad men you can’t trust to be sure and men you should protect yourself from (and seek protection from). And that’s our burden, and a heavy burden our sexuality can be to bear at times! I know I feel it every day. I feel the burden of it and sometimes it really sucks. Sometimes being a woman is hard, so very hard and painful. But if a man loves you then you can endure the pain masculinity can sometimes cause, just as a man in love will endure a woman’s words (that she often times doesn’t mean, at least not in the way they come out of her mouth) and emotions, no matter how cutting or frantic.

I Don’t Care About Money

I came home Sunday with plentiful money from work, but I didn’t care. I did nothing but cry the entire way home, in fact. I didn’t care about the money at all, because it’s not like it was making me happy. My first thought was to come home and throw all the cash to the wind. Within only a few days of having paid employment I’ve been able to put a lot of money back in savings, and while it’s nice to have, I really don’t like it.

We live in this world that tells women to go out and work and be independent. It amazes me as much as it sickens me the way our society is. It isn’t even thought that a man should be providing for his wife or that men should take care of women. Just suggest such a thing, and you have a mental disorder. Just suggest there are differences between men and women or that men should provide and you could start a damned riot (it’s happened).

If you look at family law, it makes no distinctions between sex. Instead of marriage being seen as an institution for men to provide for and protect women and children, it’s some genderless institution now were spouses provide for *each other.* The whole idea of marriage being about us providing for each other just makes me feel kind of sick. It makes me lose respect for marriage, for men, for society. Most people just cohabit these days, proving all the more that marriage has lost the deeper meaning that it once had and anyone who truly believes it has nothing to do with women having careers is retarded.

I know what I’ve always felt, that I wanted to bond with a man who would provide for me and take care of me. My senses are very dulled now. In some ways me going out and taking on paid employment (for the first time EVER in our marriage, and we’ve been married since I was practically a teenager) has helped the marriage because it’s confirmed what I’ve always felt in my heart and it’s made my husband become angry and want all the more to get up and stop acting like a wimp the way he had been acting. It’s also worth noting that I only took on paid employment to separate from him, lending further credit to the claim that women having careers is damaging relations between men and women and undermining the true meaning of marriage.

People look at me strange that I would be as old as I am with no career and little to no work experience. The good news for me is that everyone unanimously thought I was no older than 19 or 20 years old (my employer even asked if I was old enough to be serving alcohol over the phone (she didn’t have my app in front of her at the time to see my real age)).

Nobody believes I’m truly as old as I am, which also confirms that living a traditional lifestyle has preserved my youth, preserved my innocence and beauty and kept me more feminine. (It’s probably one of the best anti-aging secrets ever. Just be feminine, just be happy and joyful and full of love, depending on a man and admiring men in general and focusing on keeping fit and feminine and doing housework and helping your man and being there for him).

Guess what? I don’t care what people think. I feel no shame in not having had a career. If they reject me for that, it’s their problem. I don’t care what my mother or anyone else in the world thinks. I don’t want to live the way they do and have the disastrous relationships they’ve always had. I’m much happier being feminine. I take pride in NOT being a career woman. If anyone asks me I’ll simply tell them that I never believed women should really be out there working. We’re women, there’s no shame in being weak, or even unsuccessful for that matter. Being docile, being weaker, depending on a man, being soft and receptive are all feminine traits, and they are nothing to be ashamed of.

I think it’s better if us girls marry real young and stay under the protection and authority of a husband. It PROTECTS us. It keeps you from getting hurt by other men or swayed and it keeps women from running wild to their detriment and the detriment of families and children.

Is there really a better life to be had otherwise? So what if you marry real young and have a kid or two young and stay home? Are women really much happier screwing around and wasting their youth and beauty on men who don’t deserve them, don’t cherish or provide for them while they go pursue some meaningless career that won’t amount to anything true and real in the end?

While everyone likes and needs money, after a certain point, once your basic needs are met and you are comfortable, more money won’t make you any happier. Is the point of life really to make a six-figure salary especially when as a woman it’s not going to do anything for your sexuality or better your chances with anything other than some “weak” man who wouldn’t cherish you as a woman, for everything feminine and unique about you? And as a woman do you really want a man that needs or wants your money? A man who isn’t strong enough to provide for you or protect you, both from immediate danger and from the harshness of the world (which includes the burden of working out of the home)?

Yes, I have a paying job right now, but I don’t like the idea of it. Our daughter is moving into her preteen years (almost) so the burden of childcare isn’t what it once was, but just the simple fact that I have my own money means I don’t NEED my husband to provide. Yes, he provides for me still fully, but it feels more like I’m simply letting him do it, instead of truly relying on him and needing him to do it. I also know that I’m still needed at home. Who cares what the world thinks, a woman’s husband is supposed to be her authority. If she keeps the home and stays there, she only focuses on him. What others think doesn’t matter.

I get depressed at work. Thoughts keep running through my head that I should just go home and focus on the house and just be what I’ve always been, which is simply a wife and mother. I figure for now I’ll stay there as I’ve made friends and feel like I have a home away from home. I don’t know. I just figure I’ll stay unless or until they want to let me go or something happens in life where I know it’s truly time to quit and come home.

My husband does not like me working and does want me to come home. I’m not sure if I’m ready to come home though. I just don’t know. This is all very hard for me and very new. I just want to be the feminine woman I once was, keeping the home and loving my family with the same childlike innocence and demeanor that I always have, unconcerned about the outside world. I don’t care about independence. I don’t care about equal pay or any of the mainstream women’s rights bullshit. And I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks of me. Their comments about me “getting a job” will not sway me, because I know who I am as a woman. As odd as it might seem, I don’t get into those kinds of conversations. There is no need. I just simply smile if anyone ever makes a comment about me having a career. I just simply let my femininity shine through and speak for itself. And trust me, men really don’t give a shit about your career, but they do care about your femininity.