Sexmaniacman On Seduction

Sexmaniacman just told me the following:

Hey Bob, a woman just told me that I have a take it or leave it attitude. I was interested, but obviously, I said, "Yeah, so what?" Then she said, "See? That was take it or leave it right there." I said, "Sure, I know. So what." Then she said that was what she loved about me (this take it or leave it attitude that she says she actually dislikes), and then mentioned how she wants to have sex with me.

For some reason, I thought, "Ho-hum, she wants to have sex with me, yawn." And I like this woman. But this "I can take it or leave it" attitude towards sex feels really liberating. Make them work for it. I'm a privileged catch and you have to work to get me. I think women really despise guys who crawl all around trying to kiss up to them and accommodate them.

I never realized I had such a dicky attitude, but I think it's the best. On the other hand, you should also try to be accommodating to others to some extent, and I do.

I'm reading this guy's blog here, which is all about picking up chicks. It's for young guys in their 20's who are upper middle class yuppies. Everyone else needn't bother to read.

I disagree with some of the stuff he says, but he does have some good points.

He says never complain about a lousy kiss from a woman. I disagree. You go to kiss a woman at the end of the date and she turns her cheek and lets you peck her cheek. Lean back and say, "Wow," real sarcastically.

Most of the time, that will get her back up and she'll start kissing you for real. If that doesn't work, make fun of her. Say, "You call that a kiss? Where'd you learn how to kiss? You don't even know how to kiss." But say it humorously, not angrily.

Women actually like to be provoked. It works pretty good to suggest they can't kiss worth a crap or they are probably frigid and lousy in bed. That's a direct challenge, and a lot of the time, they will respond to it by showing you, "Damn right I know how to kiss/fuck, etc, baby!"

The mistakes he is talking about are guys who don't know how to read women. You have to read women. You need to be an expert in verbal and nonverbal communication. I'm still learning this stuff every day, and I figure it's a Lifetime Course. I can't emphasize this strongly enough, because you really do need to learn this stuff in order to deal with women.

Here the guy asks his date to kiss him. I've always thought that's the stupidest thing in the world to do. Never ask a new woman if she wants to have any kind of sex act. Don't even ask your girlfriend if she wants to have sex. Let her ask you or take the initiative.

I've always just been a Rapist and an Attacker. I just grab at them or needle them with my feet or make rude sexual remarks. I always make a big joke out of it and I'm laughing and screwing around the whole time.

It's hit or miss that way, but I've had sex with scores of women. The only new woman you should ask if she wants to have sex with you is a whore. Any other female is probably going to say no, and they don't get better as they get older.

Generally, you have to wait until you get the proper signals that it's ok to assault her. You might have to wait a while. The signals might never come, in which case you probably don't assault her. Just figure she's a lost cause and don't date her anymore.

If you try to assault her and she pushes you away or threatens to call the cops (Yes, it's happened to me) just shrug your shoulders, forget about her, and then act mildly put out the rest of the night. She'll feel bad and try to make up for it. Act like, "Gimme one reason why I should date you again?" Not angry or anything, just "take it or leave it."

Assault can be very soft, slow-motion and tender, like a movie that's in slow motion, or you can just push her up against the wall and kiss her really hard. I've done both many, many times, and I do recommend this approach.

Bob, I remember one time I was out with this rock band. I was trying to screw the lead singer, whose name was Ann.

I won't give you the name of the band because there were sort of big around LA for awhile (she's still kind of famous and there are pics of her on the Net)and this might get back to me.

I just Googled her and it turns out that later she went solo and formed her own band and released some albums. She also played with some of the big LA punk bands. You can order her records on Amazon and some other places. She's still performing up til 1989, then she's gone.

There was another woman there, Linda, and I'd already had sex with her, but now we were sort of through. I think Linda and Ann were having sex at some point.

They were all a bunch of goth rockers and I was a punker with a leather jacket and an attitude. The goth guys were mostly fags or bi or might as well have been. If you were good looking, confident, cocky and didn't act like a total queer, you could clean up with the goth chicks, who were mostly bi themselves, by the way.

You just had to play this role of arrogant, old-fashioned guy disgusted by all the rampant homo/bi-sexuality in the scene. The chicks all thought that mean and horrible and disgusting, but then they wanted to have sex with you too, because you know, you were really the only real man around.

I was in the back seat in a car full of this punk band's members, and I kept reaching up in front and grabbing Ann. She was reaching back and we were playing games with fingers and grabbing or some shit.

Everyone else was talking and watching us like, "What are they doing, anyway?" I was partly doing this to piss off Linda, and she didn't like it too much. But she wasn't putting out anymore anyway, so I was a free man, and she needed to avert her eyes and shut up.

We were walking into this Denny's at like 2 AM and I finally realized how pissed I was at Ann. She'd been teasing me like this for way too long. As we walked into the doorway, I suddenly grabbed her and shoved her up against the wall and kissed her real hard. Then, just as quickly, I let her go and smiled like nothing had happened.

The whole party (the band members) was like, "Whoa!"

Linda asked with a weird smile, like I was acting extremely weird, "Sexman, what do you think you are doing?"

Duh. What do you think I'm doing? Ann acted like she didn't know what hit her, but she liked it of course. The guys in the band were like, "Whoa, this dude's hardcore, man."

We went to the table and everyone made sure Ann was out of reach of me because now I was a confirmed public assaulter-rapist, and they didn't want any more scenes. But Ann was smiling and chatting me up the whole meal.

It's good to give women orders too, Bob. Have you ever done that? Do. I picked up this woman in a bar once within like three minutes of walking into the joint. It was a place called the Anti-Club in Hollywood. It was 1985, the show was Christian Death, and it was too awesome.

Three minutes, I bought her a drink, had my arm around her and was feeling her up. We left the club for a while, drove around and sort of had sex in the car while driving around Hollyweird, then went back to the club.

At the end of the show, the date had gone sour, and she tried to ditch me.

I looked at her and said, "Hey, look, you don't understand. You're not going home with them. You're going home with me." Smiling the whole time.

That got her back up good. "Oh yeah? Who says?"

"Says me." Still smiling.

"Wait a minute. Let me try something." She tells me to stand up straight on the sidewalk and looks me up and down lasciviously for about a minute like it's some kind of test.

"OK," she said. So I drove her home from LA to Orange County and we managed to have sex in the car on the 5 Freeway in downtown LA going 55 miles an hour at 2 AM, which is always interesting.

She had the same name as my Mom. I told her that, and she acted disgusted, like, "Fuck your Mom, you wimp. Obviously you're abnormally attached to her."

Another time I had a new woman in my bedroom. I had her top off and was feeling her tits.

She whimpered, in this totally lame voice, "Please let me go home."

Obviously she didn't mean it.

I said, "No way, you're staying right here." Not real psycho-like, but firm nevertheless.

She was free to leave, as the cops say, and her car was in the driveway. At some point there was an argument.

I said, "Get over on that bed right now." Same way, not real crazy, but firm nevertheless. She was free to say no.

Of course, she scurried over to the bed very obediently like a little puppy. Then, later, at some point, she didn't want to have sex or something.

I just got out of bed, walked over to the couch and said, "Fine, if you don't want to fuck, I'll just sleep on the couch. You sleep on the bed. See you in the morning."

And closed my eyes.

Not two minutes went by and I heard this little bird chirping, "Come on over to the bed." You can guess what happens next.

So a proper mixture of assertiveness and indifference can sometimes work wonders.

I'm sitting here, Bob, thinking that I have to get rid of this take it or leave it attitude, but the major part of me says, "Who cares? This is the way I am, and I'm not out to kiss up to or accommodate everyone else. This is me and this is my style, like it or not, I'm not making any major changes to suit you or anyone else."

This Roissy guy is going on and on about alpha males and beta males. I confess I don't get it. What's the difference? Do betas get lots of women, or is that impossible? I have a huge ego, I strut around like a rooster, I'm cocky and vain, and I think I'm Joe Hotshot With the Chicks and King of the World combined, even though it's not true at all anymore. So is that alpha or what? I'm not sure I understand what he's getting at.

No Wonder White Men Are Pissed

Cool post from the comments from an American mulatto woman, telling it straight up like it really is about masculinity, femininity and race:

I enjoyed reading your post. I am mixed-race, Black and white. I have been with both types of men. I feel that White males used to be much more masculine and the media portrayed them as masculine on TV, but now Black men are portrayed on TV as the heroes. On the other hand Asian men are under represented by the media.

Black men are too masculine for me, and I am really not attracted to them.

I wish White guys were the way they use to be - in charge and take control. As a female I feel that a lot of this has to do with the feminist movement. No other men in the world give their women as much freedom as the White male, and in the end they tend to lose their woman to other men because they have let go and have given her too much power.

In turn, the White female now has the power and is in charge in most White relationships.

As a female I have observed the huge difference in how a White female treats a Black male as compared to a White male. It is like night and day.

She is much softer and feminine with the Black male and takes care of him and his needs. With White males, all you hear is there was lots of sex before marriage, then after that she cut off the sex, then has a kid to keep him in control. This strategy does not work with a Black male because he may or may not even marry the White female and may or may not assume responsibility for the child.

This makes the Black male appear as a challenge to a White female or any woman for that matter. Also White men are handsome and may have facial features that are handsome, but no male has the body of a Black male when they are in shape. Muscles make a man appear masculine. I don't date black men mainly due to the fact that I find them to be very promiscuous.

With Asian men the problem is their height. I prefer a man at least 5'10 at least. I find when the Asian man is mixed with white they are usually taller and better looking.

As far as Black females I feel that European males appreciate them more than White American men.

We showed this post to Sexmaniacman, a decayed roué, of doubtful origin and uncertain means of subsistence straight out of the Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte.

That does it, Sexmaniacman said. I knew there was a reason I never married! Lots of sex before marriage, then tie the knot and no more sex. Then the kid-anchor, or ball and chain. The anchor plus the no sex. Plus the bitching, carping, emasculating shrew-thing you're forced to co-habit with.

I think at that point I might be feeling homicidal, he averred. Towards my wife, Sexmaniacman said. Yes, you read that correctly. Living alone sounds like a tropical island by comparison, and plus Sexmaniacman still doesn't have any murder convictions yet.

Well, of course. The masculinity thing. Like the Kabbalist conception of God - that which can not only never be discussed, but can never be conceptualized either. Can you discuss masculinity with other males. You jest. With a group of males? The conversation will be shut down in no short order. With females? Oh, but they don't understand.

Boo hoo. They whine sorrowfully, full of pity. Why are we fragile males so concerned about such a meaningless subject? Why are you guys so worried about that anyway? What's the big deal? Why can't you relax about it? After all, women don't have complexes about their femininity, or whether or not they are a woman. They get furious when we won't cry. And why should we? Men don't cry, you know.

Read the story above, lady. That's why it matters. Feminist Woman created Wormboy, and she's been stomping her foot in frustration and screwing sociopathic Black men ever since. They demand that we cry like woosies, Sexmaniacman pointed out, then they get furious when we do because even they know crying's not manly.

Unlike Sexmaniacman's mother's generation, they delight in attacking our masculinity when they get mad. Sexmaniacman's Mom shook her head when he told her that. "Oh Sexdude, hun," she said solemnly, putting her hand on his shoulder. "We would never do that. That's one thing we would never do."

Like guys in prison with Mom on their shoulder, Sexmaniacman cherishes his mother. If anyone suggests that he's too close to her, he'll just threaten to slit their throat, just like that.

It's not just guys like Sexmaniacman who get it. All men do. The most macho guys Sexmaniacman ever knew have been taunted with this shit, and they are the most furious and homicidal of all about it.

One day Killerdude and Sexmaniacman were drinking and getting high.

Killerdude was feeling angry and homicidal, but that was ok, because men are supposed to feel that way sometimes. "Sexman. Bro. I want to kill her," he confided. "I want to kill that fucking bitch."

Sexmaniacman's ears perked up. "Oh? Who?" It wasn't every day they talked homicide.

Killerdude looked at the ground. He'd been shooting coke and doing lots of PCP lately. Just the other day, he was lying on the ground at Sexmaniacman's place, pissing his pants, orbiting the solar system on angel dust, while Sexmaniacman and his friends were drinking and laughing at the spectacle.

"My old lady. I want to kill my old lady. I swear. I swear. If I could get away with it. I swear. If I could get away with it, I'd do it. Just like that. I've thought about it many times. I've got it all planned out. The crime, the weapons, the getaway, the whole thing. I just need you to swear you won't tell."

Sexmaniacman didn't have any tea to stir, but he wanted to. He took a swig of beer instead. "Maybe. Maybe I could. Why? What did she do to you?"

Sexmaniacman knew he could do it, and he knew the bitch deserved it.

Killerdude was quiet. His mood was bleak and scary. "She took my kid. She won't let me see my kid. And she attacks me. She attacks me as a man. She attacks my manhood. I can't tolerate that."

Sexmaniacman understood completely. In Man World, such a crime could and often did carry the death penalty. You attacked a real man's manhood at your own risk, knowing that he may try to kill you anytime you did it.

"Yeah. I've seen that. She calls you Pipsqueak. You. Of all people. The most macho guy that ever lived. A lot of other dudes, I can see it. But you? No way."

Killerdude is livening up. "Yeah!" He's smiling and frowning, and he's nervous and agitated and it looks like he's going to cry, all at once. "You've heard that? You've heard that? You heard that shit?"

Sexmaniacman was quiet. "Yeah." He shook his head with mournful outrage. "I've seen it. Unbelievable. She practically deserves to be killed just for that right there."

Killerdude is out of his chair, jumping up and down, spilling his beer. "Cheers!" They clash bottles.

Attacking their manhood, the ultimate weapon of modern woman. The weapon that violates all rules of the World of Men. For in Man World, there are all sorts of highly intricate rules, and there is even a Geneva Convention. If you attack a man's masculinity, that's a war crime, and he has a right to punch you, and no one can stop him. He doesn't have a right to kill you, but many times he'll do it anyway.

Well, women get to violate all the rules of Man World and violate all the conventions too. All war crimes are on the table. The bitches can do anything, and we can't even raise a pipsqueak in defense, Sexmaniacman noted angrily, or they call the cops and lie and say we beat them.

Sexmaniacman actually opposed misogyny, believe it or not. Misogynistic porn and misogynistic websites make him frown. The web sites tell how to treat your woman just shitty enough in some certain ways to make her really love you. Yuck.

A friend told Sexmaniacman, "You can't be a nice guy to women, Sexguy. You've got to be an asshole. You've got to be an asshole to women. That's what they want. They want to be treated like shit by a macho jerk so they can sit around with their girlfriends and complain about how their boyfriend treats them like shit."

Sexmaniacman has a feeling he's right, but it bothers him, and he thinks he still can't do it.

I really don't care if girlfriends hate me, Sexmaniacman said. They can hate me all they want to, as long as they still keep coming around. They can call me names, insult me, call me lazy, rage at me, threaten to kill me or cut my dick off. It's not exactly optimal, but it's pretty much unavoidable. Hopefully, I'll just laugh in her face, Sexmaniacman thought.

Just hate me as a man, that's all I ask.

Don't hate me as a not-man, Sexmaniacman said. That I won't tolerate. No wonder that's their favorite weapon, their secret weapon.

Don't date other guys, or screw other guys, and wave them in my face, just to taunt us, Sexmaniacman said, waving his beer bottle in the air and taking a swig.

Yeah.

Women do this to us nowadays. They don't just screw other guys while they are with us. That might be tolerable if they were civilized enough to keep it a secret, but of course they're not.

No, they do it right in front of our faces. They parade the new guy, or the other guy, or whoever the Hell the jerk is, around right in front of our faces, just daring us to do something about it. Hard to believe? Just try.

Happened to Sexmaniacman? Affirmative, sir!

Unbelievable, huh? Why? Because we don't screw them enough or hard enough or good enough? Doubt it, never a problem there, he said. Sexmaniacman remembers this one woman, this one bitch. He was often having sex with her for hours a day, back when he could do such things.

It was the weekend, Saturday morning. "I've got a date, Sexguy!" She announced, real loud and clear, so the neighbors could hear.

"Ok", Sexmaniacman said. After all, they had an open relationship.

"With another guy, Sexdude!"

Duh, he's thinking.

"With a Black guy, Sexworm!" Now she's almost yelling, in Sexmaniacman's face. "I'll be with him the whole weekend!"

"Don't forget to videotape it," Sexmaniacman almost said, but caught his tongue. I guess the bitch's plan here was to provoke Sexmaniacman into murdering her, but for some reason, Sexmaniacman didn't really care. But he think she was trying to make a statement, that seemed clear.

That Sexmaniacman was a wuss, that he could fuck her and fuck her like the greatest fucker that ever lived, because after all he was Sexmaniacman, and he would still be always and forever a wuss.

That she was going to screw a Black guy right in front of him, and that Sexmaniacman wouldn't stop her, and that that really pissed her off about him.

"Wuss!" She seemed to hiss the word silently, on thought waves, scalding steam from inaudible words pouring from her tongue.

Feminist Woman created Wormboy, and she's been stomping her foot in frustration, and having masochistic sex with 80 IQ thugs and ex-cons, ever since.

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Advice to a 26-year Old Man

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At age 26, you can get tons and tons of sex if you want to, and you don't even need any money. Hook up with a woman about 28-34 yrs old with a college education. If you are a student, she will think that you have tremendous potential. If you are out of school and working but not making enough, at least you will be working.

You can actually make some money in your 20's, especially your late 20's, even though the whole world is united against you in making money since you are too young. It is here that you understand the war of the Old Men on the Young Men, and how it keeps young men poor.

A woman around 28-34 is at the peak of her sex drive, just about, especially the 34 yr old. Well, if you want to, you can have sex for hours a day or three or four times throughout the day. This is known as acquiring a Sex Maniac Girlfriend.

This age for a man is fantastic, because at age 26, some women are actually letting men bang them all the time who are not their husbands, and they do not even charge for the sex either, which makes no sense in Female Logic, as sex is usually a commodity to be traded to the male for money.

In many cases resulting in a female scam called "all her money is for her and all your money is for her."

And all this while you are not even married.

These women will hate you in a way for your lack of money and sex mania, but a man that age can easily have sex three or four times a day and even have sex for maybe hours a day, though try not to damage your dick if you do it. It might only last a couple of months, but it will be the best couple of months you ever had in your whole life. And you don't even have to get married either! Haha!

She will have other guys either dumped on the side or else actively going, and may temp you with stuff like, "This weekend I am going off with one of my other boyfriends. The BLACK boyfriend!"

She will accuse you of being an animal in bed, which will be a truthful assertion.

She will say all that you ever want to do is have sex, which will also be true, and that the only reason you are around all the time is to fuck her, and that is all you even care about. This may be true but requires endless deep contemplation and meditation.

She will also accuse you of being gay even though you are screwing her more than an army could. This assertion may be laughed at.

She will suggest that you hate women and that you have been hating them your whole life, even though you have been trying to screw everything that moves and has a skirt for years. This may set off endless worrying, but not necessarily.

Perhaps you do hate women, and if so what of it? It's actually a love hate thing, and as long as you don't hit them or insult them too much, it's pretty fun, and it's probably not even true anyway.

You may have potency problems or delayed ejaculation. The latter is most common, although delayed ejaculation can get to be a problem. She will note that since it is hard for you to cum, this leaves her wondering if that means you are really not attracted to her.

Actually it probably means that in your mid-20's, you are on a mission to prove you are not a fag called Operation Fag Disproof. The purpose of this mission is to have so much sex with women that you will actually prove to yourself that you are not a queer.

Even though you are not a queer. Even though only women still turn you on, whether you admit it or not. As long as the organ works, you're obviously turned on, and most gay guys think having sex with women all the time is nauseating.

She will say you are the biggest sex maniac she has ever known, and this is probably true. You may now wear the Sex Maniac button proudly. Soon she may dump you, maybe for being too weird or nervous even though you were screwing your brains out, and you should have been the happiest man on Earth.

You will try to go buy a new Sex Maniac Girlfriend, but they are sort of hard to find, and most of them are getting into the age where they are charging bigtime for the pleasures of banging them. But you will always have memories.

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