Gaming And OnlyFans

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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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Lust, Sex, And Corona

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Since the beginning of the pandemic, women have been staying in their homes, which isn’t too surprising as the majority of women are risk assessors and tend to follow the herd. Since the bars closed down in mid-February, meeting eligible and willing women became, let’s say, a helluva task.

So I had to resort to Online Dating yet again. Ah yes, online dating. You love to hate it. Red Pill Dad on Twitter got me to see the light and get off it, and yet, here I am, back on it, like a junkie relapsing.

February, March, April, and May were all busts. Completely. Not a lot of matches and the ones that did match were bored and scared. I couldn’t get one of them, not ONE, to come out of the house and meet me face to face.

You see, when it comes to the idea of Game, I look at it as nothing more than getting a woman to show up to have sex. Game is about getting laid. Nothing more, nothing less. I’m sure different guys will have different opinions about what Game is or isn’t, but to me, that’s the literal definition of Game.

Getting women to give you their phone number is great, but it’s only first step in ultimately getting to sex. Texting with them and even calling them and talking with them is just more steps to getting them out of the house and into your bed.

Here’s how I do my version of online dating:

I start off by “carpet bombing” a lot of women. I “like” or “swipe right” on a lot of different girls. I don’t generally bother reading their profiles because, let’s be honest, the majority of them are cut and paste and are pretty much all the same. I look at their pictures and if I like what I see, I swipe right. Then I move right on to the next profile and I’ll do this until I either run out of options or I get busy or bored, whichever comes first.

Then I’ll see what shows up.

Once I get a match, then I’ll actually take the time to read their profiles and see what I can gather from it. I look at the usual suspects: Age, height, weight, location, kids, and so forth. From there I’ll craft my intro text. I tend to keep it short, sweet, and to the point. I also try and inject some humor into it.

For me, whenever a woman shows any interest in me, “it’s on.” I start to banter, flirt, joke, and gently tease. I tend to not do “hard negs” because 99 out of 100 women are walking bundles of insecurity and I don’t need to add to that. I tend to look for things where I can bust on her co-workers or her roommates, or her boss, or maybe some of her friends. I try and create an atmosphere of “us against them.”

If she “shit-tests” I either ignore it completely as if she didn’t say anything, or I’ll “agree and amplify” it.

My whole goal during these interactions is to get her out of the house and in front of me, face to face. My mindset is that I’m an awesome Man and once she meets me she’ll want to be with me. If I can get her out of the house and in front of me, she’s mine.

Texting on the dating apps is fine for a moment, but the sooner I can get her phone number, the better. I don’t waste my time with getting her IG account or any of that nonsense. A woman who gives you her IG instead of her phone number isn’t interested in you other than you becoming an orbiter on her social media. Move on.

Sometimes I’ll ask for her number, sometimes I give her mine first, and sometimes they’ll give me theirs unsolicited. Different guys will have different takes about this, but I honestly think you should do whatever feels natural and whatever works in that moment with that particular woman.

Here’s a screenshot from a recent example:

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This woman and I matched on a Sunday evening and we started bantering and she ended up giving me her phone number unsolicited.

I texted her in the morning and we bantered briefly and by Monday as I was leaving work, I decided to call her, which for me, is the next step to getting her out of the house. We ended up talking for three hours. Not what I had initially planned, but sometimes you have to adapt and improvise and roll with it. She all but asked me to come to her house. Being that it was Monday evening and I was wiped out from work, I declined at that time and set up a date for the upcoming Thursday night.

While I was talking to texting with her, I had also matched with my Goth girl that I mentioned that I wanted to meet in a prior post.

Here are some screenshots of her and I texting one another:


Notice the “shit-test.” How do you think I handled it? Here’s how:


Not very creative, I know. The point is though, if my age is going to be an issue, it’s either going to be an issue now or later. I would rather it be now than later and not waste any more of my or her time.

Here’s what she said:


As I said in the screenshot, I knew she was 28. Obviously me being 48 wasn’t an issue for her either. She had more to say though:


So now she’s qualifying herself to me.

I matched up with Goth Girl a couple of days before the other woman and I was conversing with both of them at the same time. I had gotten their phone numbers and I had talked to both of them on the phone. Remember what I said earlier:

My goal is to get them out of the house and meet me face to face. If I can get them to meet me face to face, she’s mine.

I had made a date to meet Goth Girl on Tuesday and the other woman on Thursday. Not too shabby. Except on Monday, Goth Girl cancelled and I knew that she would. You do this stuff long enough, and you start to see patterns and when certain things like flaking or cancelling become predictable.

When Goth Girl cancelled, I turned right around and texted the other woman to see if she was available for Tuesday night. Turns out she was. Turns out she came over after work and spent the night with me. She did this all without meeting me face to face and only seeing a handful of photos and hearing my voice on the phone.

I say this not to brag, but to show you what is possible. Can a woman meet you at your own place and climb into your bed without actually meeting you somewhere else beforehand? Absolutely. Was it because I was running tight fucking game or was it because I was the “right guy at the right place at the right time?”

Don’t care. Got laid.

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Never Tell Me The Odds..

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I had a really interesting conversation with a young man a few days ago. This young man identifies with the “Black Pill Community.” He’s highly intelligent, not bad looking from what I can tell, and he’s short, like me. He’s my height to be exact, which is 5’4.

We had a couple of conversations that lasted well over 4 hours total and it was educating and interesting to me to listen to his take on how things are and why they are the way they are.

Now granted, I’m not this young man. I don’t have his life experiences. I don’t live where he lives. My culture and society is slightly different from his if I had to guess. He brought up a lot of statistics and numbers about a lot of different things.

Are taller men more desirable to women? I would say yes. Are there certain genetic features and traits that women find more desirable than others? Sure, why not? I know I’m no different when it comes to finding certain traits and features more desirable than others.

Honestly though, I don’t care.

I don’t care that women in general may find taller men more attractive and more desirable than a short guy like me. That just means that I have to work at it more. Yeah it sucks, but that’s life. I can’t do anything about being short, it’s totally out of my control, so I’m not going to worry about it and I’m not going to make an issue out of it.

I don’t care that some women are attracted to younger men than me. I don’t care if she happens to like guys with a full head of hair and I’m bald. That’s another thing that I can’t do much about, so I shave my head and roll with that instead.

If I had to be honest with myself on the “Attractiveness Scale,” I’m a 5. On a good day. Maybe I’m even lower when you factor my height, my baldness, and even my age in.

I don’t care.

Never tell me the odds. – Han Solo 0_CgEx7G0G8aSgNpUN

I don’t care what your statistics say. I don’t care if the odds are against me. I’m going to do it anyway. I will succeed. It might take more time, more approaches, more work, more whatever, but I will succeed. Failure and giving up is just not an option for me. The only way that anyone will stop me is they are going to have to kill me.

Statistically, I shouldn’t be successful with women. My height, my looks, my baldness, and even my age statistically should be working against me. I shouldn’t have had all of the sex and relationships that I have had. But I’ve had them and I’m going to have many more before I die.

It’s because I don’t care about statistics, genetics, and the odds. And you’re going to have to kill me to stop me.

The woman you approached shot you down? That sucks. Try again. And again. And again. Keep going, keep at it. Look at what you said and did and try something else, do something a little differently. I believe the term is called “calibration.”

One thing I’ve learned about approaching women is that it’s a numbers game a lot of the time. Many times I’ve simply been the “right guy at the right place at the right time.” I don’t delude myself into thinking I’m some sort of Mr. Suave pickup artist because I’m not. To quote Rian Stone: “Don’t care, got laid.”

My “game” is very simple: I see a woman that I find attractive and I pay attention to anything she puts out there that shows me that she may in fact be attracted to me. If she makes eye contact, looks away, looks back again, smiles, giggles, and plays with her hair or her clothes? I’m going to talk to her.

What am I going to say? Other than “Hi, you look like you’re fun! What’s your name?” I have no idea. Whatever falls out of my mouth is where I go from there. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes I make an ass out of myself. I don’t care. It was fun while it lasted and there’s always another woman to talk to.

More often my boldness and willingness to walk up and talk pays off more than not.

I’ve had several women over the course of my life tell me, “You have balls.” Apparently that was what it took to pull them to me. So that’s my “game.”

Statistically many guys and women for that matter, shouldn’t be walking the earth. And yet they are. Why is that?

Shut up, I don’t care.

I’m short, I’m bald, I’m not wealthy, and I’m not jacked. I’m a 5. Oh boo hoo, woe is me. I might as well give up because the odds are against me and the competition is just too much and is too fierce. Might as well just pack it in and go home.

Except I don’t care about any of that. I approach because that’s what I want to do. Why? Because women are more fun than using my hand. Because women add value to my life and I enjoy their company. Because women smell and look nice. And there’s nothing like seeing the look on a woman’s face when she will do anything for you. That, and they’re just plain fun.

You can tell me that the odds are against me, and you’ll probably be right. But I don’t care. I don’t care about the odds or your stats and graphs. I’m going to do what I want to do and I’ll succeed.

If I can do it once, I can do it again. And so I do. So can you.

While genetics and looks play a part, I truly believe it is your attitude or your “will” that matters more. Your “mindset.” This applies to any endeavor in life, whether it’s a job, making money, attracting women, having relationships, making friends, or anything else.

When the young man and I finished our conversations I realized something:

He hates being “Black Pilled.” He hates being a part of that “community.” And yet, he’s invested himself in it. It’s become a part of his identity. He wants a way out, but not really.

I find it sad that he takes bitter comfort in statistics and odds and numbers, because I don’t. But then again, like I told him, “I’m not here to save you from yourself. You can listen to what I say and do with it what you will. All of your statistics may in fact be ‘true,’ but are you good with that? Does that bring you any happiness or joy? Does it make your life better for you? Or do you want to do something else?”

Either way, he gets to burn.

Never tell me the odds, I don’t care.

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