Crazy Women Ahoy, Pull the Anchor and Leave

Ah, crazy women! I suppose if I were really nuts, I would not mind a crazy woman. After all, I would probably deserve her, right? Sad thing is, I am hopelessly prejudiced against crazy women. I don't like em. I discriminate.

I have enough problems of my own to deal with without crazy women on top of everything else.

I remember this one crazy woman, I broke up with her, and she goes and punches a hole in the wall! Whoa, baby, hold onto your horses! I broke up with you? Hell, you should be happy!

She used to swallow handfuls of acid tabs (like five hits at once) when we went out on dates. She drank like a fish. She would smoke any kind of weed you gave her and probably take any kind of drug too. All her friends were fags and she specialized in the sickest fags of them all, the ones in Hollywood who loved masochism. She regaled me with their tales of how these guys required welts raised two or three inches before they were satisfied. Her idea of a good time was going to an LA fag bar. That was what she did most of the time, as she was almost a full-time fag hag. She also had straight boyfriends, apparently, as she did like men and sex. Going to an LA gay bar is not my idea of a good time.

One night she was drinking like a maniac and she grabbed four or five tricyclic antidepressants and tossed them down. I protested and she cried out that this was for all of the misery that she was in. So she was deeply psychiatrically ill, as you can see. Diagnosis: Borderline Schizophrenia, which nowadays goes to Borderline Personality Disorder.

She had a weird way of talking, and we would go out and it seemed that she would act so crazy and weird in public that I would be embarrassed to even be seen with her. She spoke in weird metaphors and it really started annoying me. I'm kind of like neurotic, "staring off into space like a weirdo" nuts, but I'm not "stark raving acting out bats" nuts like that. Forget it. I told her, "Hey, look, you are just too nuts for me," and she freaked. I wonder if she is still alive. She was also quite a masochist as far as sex went, but I could not really get into that too much. Anyway, most females are like that to some degree or another, let's face it. It goes hand in hand with being female.

She was always telling me about stories where she was meeting guys who would pull knives on her, rape her, threaten to kill her, torture her, etc. One time it was a whole group of guys and she gangbanged them all. Whopeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Except they were all pulling knives on her and trying to torture her and threatening to kill her at the time. She was quite proud of her gangbanging experience, but my best friends heard about it and were totally freaked out and appalled, saying she was a disgusting slut pig whore. That was true of course, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.

She also liked women a little bit, but only a little. She really loved young boys, as she called them, and delighted in having sex with teenage boys, especially around 13 years old. Her Mom was schizophrenic and had tried to stab her to death in her sleep when she was a little girl, and I guess it was all downhill after that. She had all these weird seemingly different personalities that she would fade in and out of all the time. Now, I'm into channeling myself, but this sort of thing really ought to be controlled in order to work best, otherwise you just seem like a street person or a potential maniac.

Later she accused my best friend of hitting a baby in the EEG lab where he worked. According to everyone else, it never even happened, but she insisted and insisted. I think maybe they fired her, but I forget.

I saw her once later, she came over to the folks house in the daytime, and you know how that goes. I was 27 years old, graduated USC with post-BA degree, back living at home again, teaching school full-time, smoking lots of dope, going nuts, but couldn't get it together enough to move out. Dumb or what?

The culmination of the sex act on my end left her all pissed off, but I thought it was funny that when I kissed her goodbye at the car, I swear some of the middle aged neighbor ladies were laughing and smiling and giving me the thumbs up?

One housewife even sneaked outside and gave me a great big beaming smile. Who says women don't like guys who score?

Women ain't all bad, guys.

The Counselor Project

Well, had my first therapist appointment in quite a while the other day. I didn't even want it, and I was totally paranoid about it. Why had I been given this appointment, anyway? How the Hell did that happen? 

I went back inside a doctor's the other day and a secretary said wearily, "What is it now, Robert?" like I'm some miserable idiot who can't stop worrying, which is true.

All this fueled the old paranoid thoughts, and I restarted the Get It Together Project again.

So I went in. Middle aged Hispanic female, and I hate female therapists. In fact, I typically refuse to ever be seen by one. I got sent to counselor due to being on meds and admitting to smoking weed a few times last fall. Real easy.

I'm convinced that I am insane.

"So, do you think that I act strange, weird, bizarre, odd?" I actually believe that all of this is true.

"No, not at all, you seem quite normal. Why do you ask?"

"Do I seem really nervous, anxious, wiry, like I can't settle down?" I actually believe that I am way too nervous and non-relaxed.

"Actually, no. You really do seem quite relaxed here." Points to my relaxed posture.

"Hmm, so do I seem hostile?" I actually believe that I am totally hostile, cruel, evil, mean, and low down, like a bipedal 6-foot rattlesnake with a permanent bad hair day and an immortal resting bitch face.

"No, not at all. Actually, you seem friendly, and if you were hostile, I would simply order you out of the room."

"So, do I seem unfriendly and not warm?" I am convinced that this is the main problem these days.

"No, not at all. You actually do seem like a friendly person."

Therapy goes on.

I tell her I am worried about checking out hot young chickies because I am afraid they will think I am a dirty old man and they will file a public complaint against me.

"Go ahead and look all you want! You are a single man, of course you want to look at all of the pretty women!"

You know, sometimes I just love Hispanics. They are so backwards on all this sex stuff, and they just assume that all males are total pigs when it comes to sex, but they figure that it is hopeless and we are incurable, so they just chalk it up to nature.

She then informs me that I may be lacking in social skills.

"So, do you think that I am lacking in social skills in here in right now?" I am convinced that I am one of the biggest social idiots on the globe.

"No, no, not at all, your social skills are excellent. Why do you ask? But perhaps elsewhere, there are problems in the social skills."

Ok, now my head is really spinning. 

I need to stop doing weed. 

I need to stop drinking. 

"Why do you have two glasses of wine a night?"

"Why do you go to the bar?"

Well, I quit? 

"Oh, the bar, the bar, why do you go to the bar?"

I don't anymore, but I am broke.

On and on it goes.

She points out that I'm hardly even trying to meet anyone. I think I'm busting butt night and day on the Woman Project. Really, where are you going, she asks? I tell her I am going to the Catholic Church Project to work on the Woman Project.

She almost starts laughing. "You expect to get laid in church?" I think she says.

"Sure." I say, lying as usual. "I just tell em I am God, and that they will worship at my cross because God wants them to. Works every time."

"Plus, most women who go to Catholic Church are in religious ecstasy, and that usually means they are also horny," I offer pitifully. 

"They want to have sex with God. Just tell them you are God to them, and you're in like Flynn," I suggest dubiously.

She's laughing. "You expect to get laid at a church? What are you, a fucking idiot? No ever meets anyone in church. Church is one thing, fucking is another. Two different planets," I hallucinate, hearing voices.

It's very nice to meet a woman who is aggressive about sex and has a man's best interest at heart, which is getting laid of course, as nothing else in a man's life matters at all. Most female therapists are totally insane about sex, which is why I never want to deal with them.

Doctor wrote I was depressed. Was I depressed? 

Course not, I scoff. 

She looks surprised.

Have I ever been arrested? Twice for pot, possession. 

Have I ever been in prison, as if this is the most normal thing to do? No, thank God. 

Have I ever been charged with child molesting? No, I have not, nor have I ever been investigated for it by the police. 

Have you ever attacked anyone? No, not really. I mean I did, but they all deserved it, you know?

Have you ever attempted suicide? No, we don't do that. 

Have I ever been suicidal? Not for 23 years! I say proudly. She looks dubious.

Have I ever been hospitalized? No, we don't get hospitalized, and I will never be hospitalized, unless I get about 20 times crazier than I am now and I just can't function at all.

The Hospital Project is never going to happen. Nor is the Kill Myself Project. The Kill Others Project has, sadly, been put on indefinite hold for the time being. The Molest Kids Project never even got going, thank the  Lord above. The Criminal Project is way back in the hippie dope-dealing past.

My whole life, nothing really grievous or monumental or devastating or audacious has occurred. Truth is, I have been a bit of a bore, the guy who lives in town 15 years and the cops yawn when someone asks them about him.

The Counselor Project is over. I'm fine, nothing is wrong. The Counselor Project will be continued into the future, with uncertain results.

And they don't believe in chemical good times, because they only see the bad end that I have almost never seen in my entire life.

The Counselor Project is just something to be played, like everything else in life. You play the Counselor Project or it plays you, one or the other. It's nothing, really. Anyone can do it.

Spoiled Brat Gets a Sports Car for Her Birthday, Throws a Tantrum

Incredible video. A rich man gives a teenage girl a brand new fancy sports car for her 16th birthday and she throws a tantrum because it's the wrong color.

LOL, classic!

Sexmaniacman Is A Creep

Updated August 23: Warning! This post contains rank sexism! If that offends you, then just don't read! And if any of you ladies find it ruffles your frilly little panties, come on over and take Sexguy's picture with your cellphone and post it on your feminazi blogs. Further, Sexmaniacman invites all the silly little overexcited females who are upset by this pig post to come to the blog and throw their panties at him.

It's official. Sexmaniacman is a creep. And a pervert. And he's proud.

Sexmaniacman just learned the definition right here. First of all, "creep" is a woman word, and no real male would commonly use such a word as a noun or a verb. Sexmaniacman just doesn't use it in general, because he's a real man, not a pussified ally of the females, but every now and then, it's appropriate.

For instance, Sexman's Mom works at a college. There was a male student there for a while, socially inept, who used to hide under and behind cars out in the parking lot and jump out at the college girls. I guess he thought it was funny or something.

The girls were not amused and they kept complaining to the administration. With some regret, Sexmaniacman will admit that this guy's behavior is creepy. But really, it's only creepy in that they don't find him attractive.

If Leonardo DiCaprio was hiding behind cars and jumping out at them, about 50% of these fine upright examples of innocent American feminine goodness, purity and light would have fucked him already (Not that they're sluts or anything like that!), and most of their "sweet and innocent" friends would be waiting in line.

So it's not necessarily the behavior that these silly little woman-children don't like, it's the fact that the guy is unattractive, unwanted and unappealing, and then he's trying his luck with them.

He realizes this was frightening to the girls, but Sexmaniacman happened to know the idiot who was doing this, and it's just his opinion that the guy's completely harmless, though obviously a social retard.

These strong, modern, rough, tough, feminist puffed-up ladies should have just told him to fuck off a few times, and probably it would have all stopped. But apparently they kept running away like the little girls they really are deep down inside, so the behavior continued for too long.

So, yeah, Sexmaniacman is obviously a fucking creep according to the definition below. Plus he's a pervert. He never was one, but then he hit 47 or so, and now he can't look at young women anymore in case he gives them a heart attack or induces post-traumatic stress disorder or molests them with his eyeballs requiring years of weepy and bank-breaking therapy sessions to untwist their poor fragile psyches.

Sexguy is perfectly aware that the vast majority of young women don't find guys his age attractive anymore. That's very painful for him to realize. He looks at younger women, and he doesn't think, "Wow, I have a chance with her." Instead, she often reminds him of so and so who he dated or slept with back in 1978. So he's looking at them and reminiscing, wistful memories of days gone by. And if that pisses you little bitches off, well he says too fucking bad.

They looked great then, and they look great now.

Beauty contestants focus on females aged around 18-20. Other than the fact that they probably can't use minors, the reason they do this is because at this age, females of all races, in all cultures, and at all times, are at the peak of their physical beauty.

It's a common myth that a guy hits 45 and 50 and can't get an erection anymore. Actually, many of us guys still can and do, believe it or not, Sexmaniacman noted. We may be old, but we're not dead. You can't touch a 16-17 year old girl with a 10-foot pole and an 11-foot extension, but they sure are nice to look at. If acknowledging this makes Sexdude a pervert and a fucking creep, then he will wear that badge proudly.

Sexmaniacman probably wouldn't want to sleep with them even if it were legal, because it's impossible to have an intelligent conversation with these silly girly things. Not that older women are much better!

Sexmaniacman will aver that when he was 43 years old, he had an 18 year old Korean girlfriend from LA. Eat your heart out, bitches.

You hate that sooo much, don't you?

Good.

From the site:

I think I've generally come to the conclusion that a lot of women's definition of a "creepy guy"/pervert is:

A guy they find unattractive, who checks them out.

Most straight women, of course, liked to be noticed by guys they find attractive, and a lot of women will dress to attract men they fancy. The problem a lot of women seem to have is, is that there's an unwanted side effect. If they dress sexy, they not only get looked at by the sexy guys, they also get looked at by the guys they don't fancy.

Well, yeah, duh. If you don't want us to look at your fucking tits, Sexmaniacman suggested, then don't walk around with your boobs hanging out. If you're showing cleavage, or God forbid have your tits halfway hanging out, Sexbro is going to look right at them, Goddamn it, and fuck you if you don't like it. If it pisses you off so much, dress like a lady for Chrissake.

It's like during the 1980's when all political correctness issues came to the fore with a vengeance. In a work setting, a bloke could chat a woman up. If she fancied him, it was fine and dandy. If she didn't, it was called sexual harassment.

Yeah.

Sexcat figure that's probably what's going on in a lot of this sexual harassment bullshit. He remembers he worked at a place once where the whole office freaked out because some poor schmuck asked a woman out. To look at the guy, Sexman figured he probably hadn't been laid by a non-professional in at least months, so he had a God-given right to ask, and Sexguy felt deep sympathy for his sex-deprived brother.

She was being nice to him and talking him, and all the silly bitch had to do was say no and that was that. The guy was civilized, he would have just taken it like a man. But oh no, Ms. Silly made it into a capital fucking offense, and it was the talk of the whole office for a while.

Being a real guy, not a wuss, of course Sexbuddy took the guy's side in this skirmish of the War Between Men and Women, but most of the "men" in the office sided with Ms. Silly, like knights running to save her honor.

Afterwards the poor guy told Sexpal that management told him that sexual harassment guidelines said that employees should not be dating. Great. Here it is, in the modern US, where so many of us are working long hours, and we can't date at work. Great. So how are we supposed to get laid?

Sexmaniacman finally had to adopt some new rules to deal with this bullshit, but he realized he was not the only one. He read a sociology paper about guys who moved down to Costa Rica. One guy said when he was 50, an uppity 17 year old girl spit at him for looking at her. I guess that was the last straw, and he high-tailed for the sexually relaxed tropics.

His 43 year old sick, perverted, creepy brother had some advice: "Sexguy! Look. Invest in some sunglasses! I look at them all the time. That's one of the great things about being in junior college - I'm surrounded by 18-20 yr old hotties!"

Sexdude's new rules were to avoid looking at obviously underage girls or sometimes even those around 18-20, but it was so hard to tell ages. He'd look at em a bit, see if they looked back, and if they didn't, he'd try not to look at them too much. Kind of hard to do when they are young and beautiful!

Sexmaniacman also noticed something disturbing about this bullshit. As much as these silly little twats claimed they hated it, he could not help but notice that a certain number of them (Definitely not all but for sure some!), often the better looking and older ones (18-23 or so), relished the attention they got from him.

They deliberately strutted, tipped, weaved, swayed and sashayed, flirted and winked, stole glances and battled lashes. At the stores, they shoved the others out of the way so they could ring up Sexman and reap the harvest of his loving eyeballs. They smiled at him coquettishly and made bullshit excuses to get up and strut in front of him, to nowhere and to do nothing, and then traipse back, basking in the warm, delicious rays of his sick, pervy, aging gaze.

They looked at him out of the corner of their eyes and winked. When he wasn't looking, they moved way too close and pretended to look at store things they weren't interested in. Sexmaniacman would look down, notice a 16 year old just about brushing her tits up against him, and pretend nothing was happening.

It sure was an idiotic little girl game these female things were playing, but females often don't make much sense to Sexguy. Some were jockeying for the eyeballs and others were bitching about illegal looking. Were some of them one and the same? Who knows?

Sexmaniacman thinks we can look at them all we want, that's his position. If they don't like it, they can call the cops, or take pictures of us with their bitchy cellphones and post them on their screechy blogs, or sit around and carp to their girlfriends about us.

There's also a right and wrong way to look, Sexman thought. You look a little bit, you look away, a while later, you look again. Staring is pretty uncool.

Sexmaniacman can't remember the last time he catcalled a woman. That's rude, and he's not rude.

Sexmaniacman doesn't rub up against women, but when he was a lot younger, especially at bars and rock concerts, women were always rubbing up against him and touching him, because he was drop dead gorgeous guy, especially when he wore a beat-up 1950's James Dean leather jacket.

Touching and groping is rude, and he's not rude.

Jerking off in public is illegal, and guys who do that deserve cuffs.

However, he objects to the whole Feminazi mindset behind this bullshit movement, mostly because they haven't specified where harassment begins and where it ends. Supposedly the females get to make up the rules here, on an individual, case by case basis! Great!

Webpage here, and most of these guys portrayed here are idiots, Sexguy agrees, but he's still worried that there are no boundaries here. Sexman is particularly disturbed by the modern notion that he can no longer talk to teenage girls or young women in any way or at any time or about anything, since they automatically assume he's trying to pick up on them, when usually he's just trying to make some innocent conversation.

Also, the silly feminist bitch idea is that all women hate being looked at. Bullshit.

Sexman's beautiful aunt was in the Castro District of San Fransisco eating at a cafe with Sexman's Mom. His aunt is a silly woman, like most women are at least sometimes.

She's getting all upset. "None of these men are looking at me," she pouted huffily. She's beautiful, and male looks are like vitamins for her soul.

Duh. They're all gay.

Sexmaniacman also knows some older women who love to be or would love to be looked at. One, 50 years old, mournfully told him that she wishes men or even boys would look at her. One delighted in telling him how young men and even boys continued to check her out, and how she loved every second of it, being 50 years old.



This video shows a silly feminazi bitch who's actually pretty good-looking, who got all dressed up in a really sexy and revealing outfit, then strutted like an idiot down a main avenue in New York, then, like a dumbshit, got all pissy when of course most of the guys looked at her. I guess the numerous fags didn't look at her, so they must be better than the straight guys. So the solution I guess is we all just turn queer? Obviously.

This ditzy broad tells one guy he was looking at her breasts. He was, but he did it because her tits were hanging out, you goofy woman.

Sexmaniacman thought a lot of these guys were looking way too long and way too obviously, but last time I checked, it's America, still a free country despite everything, and you have a right to act stupid.

Sexdude was actually trying to control his diabolical and wicked looking behaviors lately, but the young girlies women-children were still getting all hot and bothered anyway. There didn't seem to be any way to appease them once you were past a certain age.

Sexdude doesn't like guys making comments at women without some verbal and nonverbal signals on her part (going far beyond parading around half-naked like the goofy bitch in the video), but all in all, the woman in this video is one dumb cunt.

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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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Hardcore Bachelor Blog

Pretty nasty and misogynistic stuff, but I guess, as a 50-yr-old hardcore (straight) bachelor - sorry, I have to say that because a lot of closeted gay guys used to call themselves "confirmed bachelors" - I ought to be cheering this site on in a way. There are definitely some truths here, if you winnow out the misogyny.

I never had anything against married men, but I always resisted marriage. After age 40, I was turning down one woman after another, as they kept frenetically trying to marry me.

Since 2005, I have decided I would like to get married, but I really don't give a damn if I ever do or not. I feel the same way about kids. This is actually a major breakthrough. At age 47, I broke down and not only admitted to horrible and dreaded possibility of marriage, but welcomed it with open arms and cheers of joy!

This article, Fuckers and Suckers, is pretty good. It's written from the POV of a sucker. I guess I must have been a fucker as a young man. Maybe that's why all those women and girls resented me so much. Even my Mom implied I was being a bastard! Horrors!

Or maybe I was a sucker? I remember this one woman, Denice, age 18, who I used to date. She openly said that I was boring, right to my face. Thanks bitch. Hell with her; she never totally put out anyway - it was all halfway stuff.

I don't know what I am now. By age 50, the fuckers/suckers thing has sort of faded away. Both parties are married with kids, the women are all going for the money, and most of them can't use their looks (sex) to buy the rich guys anymore, so the game is sort of up.

I'm not saying that all women use sex, their looks and their bodies to get money from men, but it's pretty common under capitalism. I'm not blaming women. If women paid us guys good money to screw em, we'd probably hold out too (or would we)?

I've heard all the lame female defenses for why "non-prostitutes" should charge money for sex.


1. Men have a much stronger sex drive.

Response: So therefore you have to be a whore?

2. "Non-whores" selling their bodies for top dollar are different from actual, real whores because real whores screw all kinds of guys, and the "non-whores" just screw (and screw over) one guy.

Response: Forget it. Your pussy, your beauty and your body is either for sale to the highest bidder or it's not. If it isn't, pat yourself on the back. If it is, you're a whore. Maybe you're a lot less skanky that the crackhead on the street over there, but hey, there are all kinds of whores in this world.


Maybe this shit made sense when women depended on a man's income to raise their children - then it has evolutionary value to grab a high-value guy who can provide you with sustenance. At this point, they pretty much make just as much money as we do when they aren't taking time off to have kids, so that argument goes out the window.

I've had girlfriends who made more money than I did, but I still had to pay for everything. I dated this one Black woman who was the greediest bitch I've ever met. She more or less charged for visits. In general, I was not even allowed to come over and visit unless I was going to part with some cash.

If I wanted to visit in the morning, I was buying brunch. Afternoon visit, I'm buying lunch. Night visit, I'm buying dinner. After a while I was tempted to just say, forget the food, here's $20, let's fuck. That's not all that much different from buying a hooker, although in this case, I probably would have been better off at the massage parlor or at the call girl's fancy apartment in Hollywood.

This woman was cynical. I got the impression that she hated men and she got this from her Black mother and her Black female relatives. The attitude was that all men are no-good dogs, so just use your pussy and your looks to milk them for every dime you can get out of them.

She loved to hear stories about call girls, and her eyes lit up when she heard how much money they made. So, not only was she a "non-whore" whore, she secretly wanted to be a real-whore whore to boot and double her luck, I guess.

This bitch wouldn't even pay the tip at the fancy restaurant. The way I saw it was all her money was for her and all my money was for her. This is progressive and egalitarian and feminist equal rights and all in exactly what way now? How about, it's none of the above? It's just a way for women to rip off men, and I'm calling 'em on it.

At this point, I'm pretty much resigned to it, and I figure women cost money, especially the really good-looking ones. Especially if they don't have much money themselves, I don't feel bad about throwing money in her direction. I do resent spending money on a woman who has plenty herself though. Screw that.

How come we never hear feminists talking about this? Where does a liberated woman get off making the guy pay for everything? Screw that. I don't think women are even oppressed anymore in the US. Most of my male friends think men are way more oppressed in the US now than women are.

I'd like to make a Commie point here: Capitalism turns women into a bunch of whores. Wonderful! Great system!

There are some pretty cool links on there. Websites, blogs and articles: Don't Marry, Dump Your Wife Now, No Marriage, Uzem and Luzem, American Women Suck and Confession of a Feminazi.

Confession of a Feminazi was particularly chilling.

I'm going to reserve judgment on this stuff for now and give you a chance to look it over and make up your own mind.

One complaint: I sure wish this guy would learn how to spell or write a proper grammatical sentence. It really bothers me when American native-English speakers can't even seem to do that.

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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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