I’m sitting here and as of this writing, it’s currently 3am in the morning. I’m exhausted in many ways and at the same time, I’m wired and wide awake. It’s been a minute since I’ve felt this way.

I saw a woman the other night and we enjoyed each other’s company and I specifically enjoyed her flesh, and that’s what prompted me to write what I’m going to write about today.

How did we as Men go from enjoying the company of women, enjoying them as people, and enjoying their flesh, to perceiving them as “the enemy?” How did we come to talk about them, not as individuals with personalities and skin that you could touch, taste, and feel, to seeing them as something abstract, something theoretical?

I don’t understand this “space” online anymore. “The Manosphere.” At one time we were “swapping notes” about improving our sex lives, learning how to date and have sex with women, and even finding ways to get a girlfriend or wife if that was what you desired. Now it’s “whamen bad,” “semen retention,” “saving the West,” and all sorts of nonsense that is totally irrelevant to most Men’s lives. I know it’s totally irrelevant to mine.

Guys have gone from practical, pragmatic solutions, to platitudes and naval gazing. It’s “chick crack woo-woo,” only it’s for guys. All I can do is shake my head and wonder what happened and where we took a wrong turn. Or at least where most of the guys online took a wrong turn. All I can figure is that most of them don’t actually want to get laid. The flesh is a beautiful and terrifying thing. There’s nothing like it in the world as far as sensation goes. There’s nothing like touching and caressing a woman’s cheek and jaw. There’s nothing like sliding your hand up and down her arm, there’s nothing like licking the sweat off of her breasts and stomach and tasting the salt, and of course, there’s nothing like that sensation when you first penetrate her.

It’s terrifying too, because when you are dealing with the flesh you are “vulnerable.” All the macho, “alpha male” bullshit is going to go right out the window. If it doesn’t, you’ll be too much in your own head to be able to enjoy her and enjoy yourself in the moment. You’ll be too worried about things that don’t matter and you might even blow yourself out of the water when “victory” was literally spread-eagle in front of you.

All I can figure with all of the platitudes, nonsense, and general bullshit that is irrelevant that is going on is that if you are one of the guys who are doing it, you must be terrified. Terrified of women. Terrified of the flesh. You would rather talk about green lines, leaning in, black coffee, cold showers, semen retention, saving the west, 9’s and 10’s, ad nauseum, than actually going out, meeting women, and getting to sex.

Know that from here on out, I’m just going to shake my head, laugh at you, even pity you to a certain degree, and consider that you have no idea what you are talking about, and that you’re probably a virgin to boot. Petty I know, but I’m done fucking around with the nonsense. I’m just going to see whatever it is that you’re saying as a way of saying, “I’m telling you I don’t fuck without telling you I don’t fuck, Rob.”

It’s a shame that you cannot or will not enjoy the flesh. It’s literally how you, me, and everyone else on this planet got here. It’s literally why we are here.

It’s what gets me up in the morning, gets me to go to work, and it’s what puts me to sleep at night. What’s the point in doing anything at all if there isn’t women around to fuck? Why work? Why “stack cash?” Why go to the gym? Why do anything at all? I’ve talked about this before, back in 2019 no less, so I’m not going to go on and beat a dead horse here.

Guys, life is short. And there’s nothing better than an orgasm. Everything else is LARPing. Keep that in mind.