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And Now Here’s Something We Hope You’ll Really Like!

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So the last couple of days, maybe a week or so, I’ve been reading “Finally Some Good News,” and “The Pussy” from the author Delicious Tacos. His material is raw to say the least. For a guy who is anonymous, and I’ve never met him, at least as far as I know, he’s got to be one of the most honest men I’ve ever read in my life.

His material isn’t for everybody, that’s for sure. Dark in many places, even bordering on nihilistic, and it’s more about the sex than anything I’ve read in awhile. If you have delicate sensitivities, I’m warning you now, you’ll probably not want to read his stuff. But if you want to have a gander inside of a man’s mind, his mind at least, check him out.

Delicious Tacos has said some things that I’ve found thought provoking to say the least.

Here’s a quote from The Pussy:

You solve writer’s block by eating shit and being in agony for years. Force yourself to hammer out worse than useless garbage for hours that feel like lifetimes. Every day, until something clicks and you suddenly need it as therapy.

This quote stood out to me for a couple of reasons. Lately I feel that the “creativity well” is drying up. Every day it gets harder to think about things to write about, let alone actually write about them. Most of the time I think, “why bother? No one gives a shit.” And in all honesty, that’s true. No one gives a shit. And I think, why am I doing this? Why am I writing on this blog? What the fuck am I doing here? And yet here I am, running my mouth yet again, or pounding on the keys is more like it. Screaming into the Void.

I sit down and write a post, craft it lovingly, and I think to myself, “This is the one! This one! This one will finally get some traction!” And so I hit “publish,” the post goes live when it’s supposed to, and…..Crickets.

And I’m like, “Damn…”

And then I post a rant and the fucker takes off. Go figure. In all seriousness though, I owe a huge debt of gratitude and thanks to some of my guys on Twitter. A couple of retweets of my posts and I feel like Stephen King going to the bank to cash a check from all the royalties. I guess I write some things sometimes that are relevant or hit a nerve. Timing is impeccable sometimes.

Another quote from Delicious Tacos that stood out for me:

The purpose of this hobby web site is to help other people feel less alone. You can feel less alone about good things too. Hopeful things.

That one really got under my skin. That’s part of why I write too. Whether you read and comment or not, I like to think that it (my site) helps you out in some way. Even if it is just that you feel a little less alone.

It does for me. I feel a little less alone fantasizing and imagining people reading my shit and getting something from it. Which then makes me wonder about my audience. Who are you? Where do you live? What do you do for a living? Are you single? Divorced? Widowed? Some of you I know because of my newsletter. You guys rock, you are Kings amongst commoners. You all know who you are.

I imagine that the majority of my readership are Men. And why wouldn’t you be? I’m a Man, writing about Men shit for the most part, catering specifically to Men. But I do imagine that some of my audience are women. I mean, I know that some of you are, or at least one or two of you. Which makes me wonder, what are you getting from my site? Is it just general curiosity? Is something I’m saying making your life better? Are you taking notes and handing them off to your brother? Or a boyfriend? Husband? Is it my mug? Do I make you laugh? I don’t dwell on these questions too often, but they do come up from time to time.

Here’s something completely random and out of left field:

There’s been many times on Masculine Geek, I’m sitting there chilling, Vince is doing whatever he’s doing, I’m watching the guys on the chat doing their thing, and TJ is “being brief,” and out of nowhere, I start thinking, “I wonder if there’s any women watching the show right now.” As far as I know, when it comes to the chat at least, they’re all dudes. Awesome dudes. Intelligent dudes. Dudes from all walks of life, from all over the globe. And they are choosing to spend a couple of hours with me and my amigos on a Wednesday night. I love you guys. You are the best audience in the world. I’m blessed and humbled with you choosing to spend time with me. You could be doing anything else in the world, and here you are, choosing to shoot the shit with me. Thank you guys. Seriously.

But, “where da wimmin at?” I know you ladies are watching. I can feel it. Okay maybe I can’t. But the statistical probability is that there are a couple of you lurking in the background watching us geeks doing geek shit.

In my neck of the woods, at least on Twitter, there’s been a lot of talk lately about the “Brand of Me.” Guys doing and saying shit to promote their brand, and that’s okay. I’ve been reflecting on that for a moment and I’ve come to realize that I don’t really have a “brand” so to speak. Sure, I tend to talk about things that pertain to Men and would interest them in general. At least it interests me. And that’s just it, I find it interesting. I’m actually glad that I don’t have a “brand.” I can say whatever I want now that I think about it, and it won’t be incongruous with my “branding.”

If I decide to talk about photography, it’ll work here, because that’s something that I do. Same with firearms and motorcycles. Same with VPN’s, networking, and “the dark web.” All of these things interest me. Even piracy. Yes, I’m talking about eye patches and “arrg.”

I could even talk about sex if I want to. Here’s something for Delicous Tacos if he ever happens to stumble across my humble little blog and this post:

Dude, you are like what? 40? Early 40’s? You mention your desire to have sex with damn near anything female within grabbing distance? (I’m sort of paraphrasing here.) I’ve got some bad news for you buddy. That desire? That need? That urge? It never goes away. Ever. I’m serious as a heart attack when I say that. It never goes away. I’m closer to 48 than 47 now and that urge, that desire, hasn’t diminished in the slightest. The only reprieve I get compared to when I was in my 20’s is I don’t walk around with a hard on pitching a tent in my gym shorts as often. Other than that, welcome to the rest of your life. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Go Big Or Go Home

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There are some maxims or adages that I live by. Now granted my maxims aren’t necessarily original, and they aren’t set in stone. They aren’t meant to limit but to help me expand my life.

Today I’m going to talk about one that I call “Go Big or Go Home.” Sure you’ve all heard that one before, and maybe you know what it means, but let me ask you this:

Do you put “Go Big or Go Home” into practice in your life? You may say the words a hundred times or more, and you may even hear it ten times more than that, but do you actually put them into practice?

Here’s a couple of examples from my own experience that have worked out extremely well:

  1. Met a woman not too long ago, realized that I was attracted to her, started the flirting and the banter up and escalated the talk towards sex and sensuality really quick. Maybe two or three minutes quick. Why not? Go big or go home right? Can you see the benefit of doing this, and doing it quickly? a) It sets the tone quick and right up front. b) It will keep you from the friendzone. c) It will polarize her. I’ve found that women fall into 3 categories: 1. They are interested in you. 2. They are not interested in you. 3. They could be interested in you. Polarizing them gets the maybe’s into either the interested or not interested groups real quick. d) You don’t waste time when you’re going after what you want. e) I’ve gotten what I wanted more often than not.
  2. When you do Go Big or Go Home, you tend to stand out. With women, with Men, with people in general, doesn’t matter where you are and what you are doing, you stand out. I’m on the short end of the bell curve when it comes to my height, it can be an obstacle for sure, but I don’t let it get in my way. I just push and work that much harder for the results that I want. Most people that have met me in real life don’t realize how short I am until I mention it. Usually they think I’m taller than I actually am. That’s because I “carry” myself as much taller. It’s go big or go home baby.

When I was younger, I tried doing the blending in thing. Tried not rocking the boat. Tried to be “humble.” Where did that get me? Nowhere. Just miserable is all. So I gave it up and figured if this is the only life that I get to have, I might as well live it as I want to. So I got bold, loud, brash.

What happened? Well I pissed a lot of people off in the beginning. Most of them knew me in my “prior life,” and they didn’t like what I was becoming. That was because I wasn’t doing what they wanted me to do anymore. Needless to say, I lost some “friends.” Oh well.

What did I gain though? I enjoy my life far more thoroughly now. The people that show up in my life know me how I am and they accept it, it’s all they know. They are “with the program.” The people that show up now are far more “alive” than the earlier crowd. They are willing to do things the old crowd wouldn’t have dreamed of doing. They are willing to push the envelope with me and beside me. Why not? Seriously, what’s the worst thing that can happen?

The people I’ve met, the friends that I’ve made, they are fiercely loyal to me. I have no doubt that they have my six and would take a bullet for me. That’s because they know that I have their six and would take a bullet for them.

What ever you choose to do and put out there, that’s what people are going to see and come to expect from you. And more often than not, not only will they expect it from you, they’ll accept it too. You would be surprised to find out the shit you can get away with if you only just go big or go home.

Whatever you believe about yourself is true. Argue for your limitations and sure enough, they’re yours. Instead of having limiting beliefs, what if you believed that you are bigger than you think you are?

Life became much more intense, much more engaging, and a helluva lot more fun when I decided to go big or go home. I’m not attached to outcomes so much anymore, I’m more interested in what will happen. It’s like doing science experiments minus the lab setting. Crazy and cool shit happens if you let it and push for it.

What’s stopping you from going big or going home? What’s the worst that can happen? Face that fear. So you lose the girl. So you lose the job. So you don’t get the raise. So you don’t get the promotion. So what? As long as whatever it is doesn’t actually kill you, so fucking what?

You’re not going to get the results you want by walking on eggshells. You won’t get anything other than misery by blending in and not rocking the boat.

So what are you going to do about it?

 

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Labor Day

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It’s that time of year again. Most, if not all of the summer vacations are over. The kids are back in school. While summer itself continues on for yet a little while longer, summer for most people is officially over.

It’s Labor Day.

Let’s not only make today about drinking beer, eating hot dogs, and basking in the hot summer sun, let’s take a really quick moment to think about Labor.

It’s Men that have created our society, our civilization. It’s the toil and sweat of Men that have made our dreams so far into reality.

It’s Man’s Labor that has given us our greatest innovations, our greatest technologies.

It’s Men that have advanced us to where we are as a people.

It’ll be Men that put us on Mars and other planets in our universe.

It’ll be Men that solve the mysteries of the depths of our oceans and of our planet itself.

Because that’s what Men do.

We Men are the idealists, the dreamers, the thinkers, the innovators, the romantics, and the problem solvers.

Labor Day to me is a celebration. It’s a celebration of what Men has created and will create in the future. It’s a celebration of where we have come from, where we are today, and where we will be tomorrow.

I give and say my thanks to my fellow Men of the past, the present, and the Men of the future. Here’s to many more to come.

The present is good and the future looks bright.

Cheers to you, my fellow Men.

As a side note:

If you find yourself in jail for doing something that got you there, realize that you’ll be there until tomorrow. The judge is off today celebrating too.

 

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