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Gaming And OnlyFans

Rob Says8 Comments

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The Red Quest asked an important question on Twitter the other day:

“Is it just me, or are pretty much no guys in their 20’s writing about the game? Is the next generation illiterate? Too addicted to video games? Where are they?”

It got me to thinking because while I know that there are much younger guys out there talking about “game,” that number is incredibly small. I would hazard that the majority of guys who are talking and writing about game are either in their 30’s and definitely into their 40’s. It seems interesting to me that the majority of guys writing about game are in fact, older. Why is that?

A reply to the Red Quest may shed some light on the subject:

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“Dude the whole Game stuff is kinda Boomer tbh. Newer gens more interested in gaming and Onlyfans.” – H.M. Brough @HMBroughMD

If that is in fact true, then the future generations may actually be genuinely lost.

Gaming and OnlyFans….

The gaming part I can sort of understand and relate to to some degree. I grew up with a video game console in hand. The Atari 2600 was the first console that I owned when I was a young lad.

I then “graduated” up to the original Nintendo (8 bit), moved on to the Atari Jaguar when that became the next thing, moved on yet again to the original Playstation, then to Playstation 2, and even ended up with a Wii.

Most of my gaming I got out of my system when I was under 20 and before I went on to college. My only “stint” with online gaming was back in about 2003 or 2004 when I got into Eve Online, and woo boy, I went down a dark rabbit hole on that one. Let’s just say that I spent about 4 years living inside that game. Every day from when I first started to when I “gave it up” in 2007 revolved around work and Eve and that was pretty much it for me.

Weekends were spent on Eve “ganking noobs in a gatecamp.” I would get up early to play before I needed to go to work and when I got home after a ten hour shift, it was time to pay Eve a visit. She was a cruel mistress that demanded absolute loyalty. During those years I would still occasionally get laid, but it was seriously like once or twice a year that sex would happen.

Picking up women wasn’t that hard, at least I didn’t think so. Then again I was using online dating at that time and I knew that the pickings weren’t all that great. Then again, I wasn’t looking to “date” or get into a relationship either. It was sex, pure and simple. After that, she could leave and if I saw her again, great. If not, that was okay too. Eve gave me most of my needs, other than physical, and that could be satisfied with the occasional random woman from the internet when that need became too pressing or too demanding.

It wasn’t until I met my future wife that gaming then took a backseat to everything else and I’m glad for that. I could have spent decades on Eve. It was that entertaining and that “powerful.” Even now I think about getting back into Eve, but I know that if I do, I’m pretty much done. It’s like a heroin addict or an alcoholic saying that they can have just one fix or just one drink after years of being off the juice or off the sauce. There’s no such thing as “just one.” Not really.

So I stay off Eve even though I’ve seen “teaser” videos show up in my timeline and on YouTube. Man it’s tempting, I’m not going to lie. If I ever just disappear off the internet altogether without a goodbye or some sort of “farewell,” you can figure that I gave up the fight and went back to Eve. Look for my corpse there if that happens. Call the police while you are at it so that they can do a welfare check on me.

I say this in jest somewhat, but not really. That’s how entertaining and powerful that game is. I can only imagine what other games are like these days. I was even hesitant to get into “Among Us” with some friends of mine, but I decided to take the leap and see what would happen. Thankfully I can play that game, have a ton of fun with other people, but I can turn it off no problem, walk away from it for days on end, and get on with the rest of my life. “Among Us” doesn’t have the power or the entertainment factor that Eve has apparently.

I get why the younger crowd can get sucked down the gaming rabbit hole, it’s actually fairly common, which I do find sad. OnlyFans though, that’s one that I don’t understand. I know it’s a relatively “new phenomenon” as far as porn and sex work go, but I don’t understand the appeal of it.

I get that women of all ages would want to start an OnlyFans account in the hopes of making easy money and if you already have an audience from another platform and you know how to market yourself, or you know someone that can do the marketing for you, you can actually make some decent money at it. Hell, if you know what you are doing, I would say that you can make a lot of money at it. What’s not to like about that? You get to be your own boss for the most part, you don’t have to interact with real live people in your physical space if you don’t want to, and you can pretty much set your price. “Safe sex,” no pimps, no violent, creepy people, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. What’s not to like about that?

For the guys who sign up for OnlyFans and become a “fan” though, I don’t understand that one. You are willing to pay money to a person that in all likelihood you will never meet in person. You are literally another nameless, faceless avatar throwing money at some person in the hopes that they will pay attention to you, even if it’s just for a moment. Maybe I’m wrong here, but that’s all it seems like to me. Guys throwing money in the hopes of gaining attention and currying favor with some cam person.

No physical contact, no actual sex, and no genuine intimacy. In short, no real human connection. That’s the saddest part of all. I just don’t understand it and to be honest, except from an intellectual standpoint, I don’t want to understand it.

Real life is far more interesting and savory than anything that can be found online. Take it from someone who came back from the rabbit hole of gaming. I know.

What’s to come for the future generations when the guys who write about game decide to move on with their lives and stop writing and communicating about it? Is it going to be guys “digging up” the “Mystery Method” and “Speed Seduction” and what is old is new again? Honestly, most likely. But then again, with things like OnlyFans thrown into the mix now, I have no idea how this is all going to turn out for the future guys. Sex robots? That seems just as likely too, why not? I just don’t know.

All I do know is that technology is causing a disconnect for everybody involved in its use. Tech giveth and tech taketh away. Use your tech judiciously and wisely is all that I can say. Play your games if that is what you enjoy but don’t let them consume you. And things like OnlyFans? My only advice on that one is to stay away from it entirely.

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Reset

Rob Says1 Comment

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I’m following up my last post with this one.

Not only was it great meeting up with Vince, TJ, and all of the guys who came out to the Village By The Lake, but I realized something else:

Other than extremely brief stints on Twitter, mostly to retweet Periscopes and whatnot, I wasn’t online all that much. In fact, because of the meet ups and things that came up at the last minute that were totally unavoidable for me, I was hardly online at all. No Masculine Geek show, no Let ‘Em Burn, and no Red Evening. I didn’t even make any new content. Thank god for automation and having stuff already set up.

I still feel a little bad that I couldn’t be on those shows with my friends, but at the same time, it was refreshing to be “offline.”

After Vince and TJ left to go back to their respective homes, I was able to get online and scroll through my timeline and actually read what was going on and see what I had missed.

Other than a couple of minor things, I really didn’t miss anything.

In fact, the stuff that I did see, while it was the usual fare, spoke volumes to me.

Guys, you need to get off Twitter, at least for awhile. And by awhile, I’m thinking at least a couple of weeks, if not a month or more. Some of the things that I saw, the levels of stress, negativity, and “toxicity” that is out there, you are going to give yourselves a stroke or a heart attack, and I’m not kidding. You are winding yourselves up for no reason other than to wind yourselves up.

Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE was talking about the “presidential debates.” Give me strength. It doesn’t matter which party “wins,” we all lose either way, so why stress and worry about it? It’s been that way since before I was born. The system is broken and needs to be completely torn apart and built again from the ground up, not reformed, revamped, or tweaked.

Railing about it on the internet isn’t going to fix it. It’s just going to give you high blood pressure and an ulcer to boot. Find a more relaxed and productive use of your time.

More and more guys are doing the “wahmen bad” thing. Guys, get offline and go out into the world and you’ll realize that women aren’t really that bad, and some of them are actually pretty neat. You’ll never know that by staying glued to your phones and your tablets and your laptops. Get offline and go outside and talk to them. Say hi. Smile. Wave. You might be surprised when they smile, wave, and say hi back.

The Village By The Lake had an unintended consequence for me, and that was that I was offline for almost a week. It was one of the most relaxing and enjoyable weeks that I have had in a long time. Honestly the last time that I felt this relaxed was probably a year ago when I went out to Atlantic City for the Village By The Sea.

We aren’t designed to live our lives online. We aren’t wired that way. It’s bad for us and our health. Get offline for a few weeks or a month or more. I’ll bet your life gets less stressful and more enjoyable. I’ll bet you’ll be able to relax.

I know that I have, and that was from only being offline for literally six days. I fully intend to do more of that.

Life is short and it will pass you by in the blink of an eye. There are so many beautiful things to see, hear, and experience, and you’ll miss it all by staying glued to your monitors, whatever size they may be.

There’s more to life than the internet and social media. There’s more to life than politics and boo-hooing about the women. There’s more to life than preparing for doomsday, which in all honesty you can’t truly prepare for. Something will always come up that you had no idea was going to happen, and you’ll either deal with it when it comes up, or you won’t. And if you don’t deal with it when it comes up, in a worst case scenario, you’ll probably be dead and all of your problems will be over with anyway.

So instead of worrying about things that you have no control over and worrying about things that in all likelihood won’t happen to you, relax, go outside, and enjoy your life.

Get offline for awhile and then thank me later.

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Time

Rob Says4 Comments

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Time. It’s the one commodity that you can never get back. I’ve said it before elsewhere, you can always make more money, you can always get another job or start another business, or get into another career. You can even start new relationships, whatever flavor they may be, whether they are platonic or romantic.

What you can’t do, is get back your time, or get more time. That’s the rub, in a nutshell. You don’t know how much time you have, but I promise you, it’s less than you think. Yet time is the one commodity that we are willing to toss around and throw away as if we are going to live forever and that we have all the time in the world.

The reason that I bring up time has to do with this last week and weekend. The Village By The Lake was a smashing success, at least to me. I got to see my Brother’s Vince and TJ, and I got to meet some new, and some returning, great guys. Bacon, Nick, Amos, David West, Skelton, Joe, and even Chest Rockwell showed up. It was glorious.

It was glorious even during this period of uncertainty and having to “wear a mask.” Social distancing and the fact that many activities were either limited or outright not available didn’t slow us down. In many ways, there was too many things to see and to do, and not enough time to do all of them. So I had to prioritize. I had to choose what meant the most to me and to those with me. I had to choose what I was going to spend my time on.

While there wasn’t a lot of exercise and seeing a bunch of different things, there was enough. Most of my time was spent on engaging in enlightening conversation and getting to know my new and returning friends. That’s what I consider all of them, they are now my friends. It was well worth my time. I could have told all of them, “No, I have to work.” And I wouldn’t have had the experiences that I had. All because I would have chosen to chase the dollar. I didn’t do that because there will be plenty of opportunities for me to make more money.

I would rather hear Chesty talk about the “Sad Handy on I-80” and watch Nick trying to contact the International Space Station on his HAM radio than go and empty yet another bin of paper and shred it, only to rinse and repeat and do it again.

I would rather talk to Skelton about his journey through his life so far and the things that he has learned about himself and where he wants to go and what he wants to end up doing.

I would rather listen to Joe talk about how women will only walk alone on certain streets in Tennessee compared to women that walk pretty much everywhere alone in Salt Lake City and how you can pick out the natives vs the transplants.

I would rather understand the pros and the cons of joining a podcasting network that Amos mentioned and about how a lot of them as part of their contract will want to own the name to your podcast. Talk about a theft!

I would rather talk about family life and about how David built his own shelves for his awesome library that is in his house and how the weight of his books actually bent the hitch on the trailer that he used when he was transporting his books.

And yes, I would rather watch Bacon make a “grand entrance” and have to tell the guy that his volume is at an 11 when it needs to be down to a 5. For a younger man, he has definitely had a full life so far and has seen and done some things that even I haven’t seen or done in my 48 years of being on this planet. There’s a lot of experience and wisdom in a guy that is practically half my age. It was even fun joking/not joking with him about “my restaurant.”

Hanging out physically yet again with Vince and TJ was what all of this was ultimately about for me and like the last time when we first met at the Village By The Sea in Atlantic City, I was not disappointed. The food we prepared and ate, the cigars we smoked, the drinks we drank, the jokes we cracked and the stories we told each other will be etched in my memory forever. Even the morning coffee shits and the cat allergies couldn’t slow us down.

You can’t buy those kinds of memories and experiences. It was worth the time.

That being said, I want to bring this back to you, Gentle (or Not So Gentle) Reader. What are you spending your time on? What are you willing to do or want to do, knowing that whatever amount of time you throw at it, you’ll never get that time back and you’ll ultimately never get more time in the long run?

Where are you getting the most pleasure and what are you doing that is giving you the most pleasure for your time?

Work and “grinding it out” can be a necessary evil and I totally understand that, but what are you spending your time on ultimately? Is that what you want to be spending your time on? Is that what you want to do? Or do you want to be doing something else?

Who are you spending your time with? Is that someone that you want to be spending your time with? Are you deriving maximum pleasure from being with them and around them? If not, why are you spending time with them? What ways can you minimize that time if necessary?

Like I said at the beginning, time is the one commodity that you can’t get more of, and you can’t get back the time that is gone.

Now you’ll have to excuse me, there’s a young woman that I would like to spend some of my time with.

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