Tag: masculine

Always On The Go

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I know a few people in my life that are always on the go. They got shit to do. They want to be efficient and productive. If they don’t have an itinerary to follow, they get anxious. It’s like the Hounds of Hell are nipping and chasing at their heels.

Don’t get me wrong, I get it. I prefer to be productive and doing things instead of lying around like a lazy piece of shit.

I also know that while being productive and on the go can be a good thing, I also know that you end up burning the candle at both ends.

If that sense of urgency to do shit, to be productive, is really the Hounds chasing you, were you diagnosed with some terminal illness? Do you know something I don’t? I understand that our time here on the planet is in fact, limited. We will all leave here someday. No one here gets out alive.

At the same time, I’ve tried burning the candle at both ends, and I just can’t do it for extended periods of time. I burn out. I get fatigued and exhausted. And I lose focus on the bigger picture.

What is the bigger picture? I’m glad you asked. It’s going to be different for everyone, but the bigger picture for me is the time that I get to spend with those that I cherish.

I’ve traveled quite a bit over the years and I’ve seen a lot of places and things. I’ve definitely bought the T-shirt. You know the one: Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt. In all of the places I’ve been, with all the things I’ve seen, only one thing really has mattered to me over time.

It’s not where I’ve been or where I’m going. It’s not seeing this place, that thing, or the other thing. It’s who I’ve spent my time with that matters the most.

I would rather sit next to a fire, smoke a great cigar while sipping scotch, talking philosophy with good friends than hike the Grand Canyon by myself.

I would rather ride my motorcycle next to a couple Brothers, flying down the highway, feeling the wind on my face as we ride side by side than hike another goddamn mountain to see yet another goddamn peak, to look down into another goddamn valley just to say that I hiked up there and looked down there. The top of a mountain is overrated anyways. Same shit up there. Rocks and probably snow. And it’s cold.

I’m not against hiking or doing anything. It’s just that I would rather spend time relaxing and talking about taking over the world with good people, close friends, than hike for the sake of hiking.

At the end of your life, it’ll be the memories of the people that you did stuff with, that you talked to, that you shared a moment with, that will matter most. It’s not going to be that monument you saw in some national park somewhere. It won’t be the plane flight that you took to bumfuck Egypt, unless you met your mate on that flight.

It’s about the people in your life that matter most. It’s those memories and those experiences that will mean the most to you at the end of your days. Not how many miles you logged while backpacking across Europe.

Sometimes it’s okay to slow down and just relax. You don’t always need to be on the go, to be doing shit. Sometimes the best itinerary is no itinerary at all.

Like the tired old cliche goes: Slow down and smell the flowers. Or something like that. Or in my case, sit down, drink some scotch, smoke a good cigar while talking to close friends about everything and nothing at all.

You can take over the world and be the whirlwind that you are tomorrow. While we all have to leave this world eventually, and we will all leave it sooner than we think, I do think that for the most part, you and I will both still be here tomorrow.

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An Anniversary Of Sorts

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Here it is close to the end of April, and I realize that I’ve had this blog for two and a half years now. I’ve had over 100 posts so far, the majority of them have been from 2018 and this year.

I look back on these past two and a half years and a lot has happened in that time frame.

My Mother died in September of 2018, my LTR of almost 4 years ended in December of 2018, although in all honesty, I knew and I believe she knew that the relationship really ended in early September of 2018. Maybe it ended earlier than that. It probably did.

I met up with the fine gentlemen of Masculine Geek in early January 2019 and started podcast/video casting with them (go visit and sign up for the newsletter while you are there. Trust me.) It’s been a roaring success thus far. I’m glad that my Brother from another Mother, Vincent took me on and decided to give me a shot, it’s been a helluva ride so far. In late September, early October of this year, the Masculine Geeks are planning a “Village by the Sea” trip where we are going to get together, celebrate our achievements, both personal and as a group, get some grooming done by George Bruno, smoke some cigars, drink some booze, and plan our next moves. There’s even been talk about doing a meetup of some kind where other Men from around the area, and maybe even the world, can come out and hang out with us and celebrate masculinity. More details will come as they arrive on that one.

I’ve picked up a lot of new followers here on the blog. Thank you all for joining me and being a part of my journey. I’ve had a lot of great interactions via the comment section of each post and it’s become a sort of “collaboration” for me. It’s great to see new ideas and information being exchanged. To my fellow bloggers, blogging isn’t dead, far from it. Keep doing what you are doing. Keep doing you, being you, and keep writing. I’ll keep reading what you have to say and throw my two cents in if and when they are warranted.

I’ll keep writing as well. It’s funny to me, one of the last things that I would consider myself is a writer. Motorcycle and firearm enthusiast? Absolutely. Hard rock and heavy metal fan? Most definitely. Asshole extraordinaire? Goes without saying. Lover of women? Yes. And I do love you women. The way you look, the way you smell, the way you feel when I touch you, the sound of your laugh, and the music of your song. All of it. That being said, I’m going to call you out on your bullshit if you try and pull it on me.

But a writer? I still don’t consider myself one, at least not in my own eyes. When I was a younger Man in college, I dabbled with fiction writing. I wanted to be the next Stephen King. Why not? He happens to be my favorite fiction author. I’ve always considered people like King, Orwell, Frost, Robert Greene, and Clive Barker (although he is a wordy motherfucker) to be writers. But me? I’m just a Man putting my thoughts down on paper, or on a screen as the case may be. I’m just a Man who is running his mouth about things that I hold near and dear to my heart. I’m just speaking my truth is all.

Apparently a lot of you out there that are reading what I’m saying think otherwise. The e-mails I get from my list from you guys say otherwise. For all of that, I’m flattered and honored that you think and would call me a writer. It’s a title that I hold with great reverence and great honor, but really the credit goes to all of you that are reading this. You are why I write. You are the reason that I keep pounding the keys and keep on keeping on with what I’m doing here.

You Readers are the reason ultimately that I keep Screaming into the Void. Somehow, some way, you’ve found me and I in turn have found you. Shall we let the entire world know our secret? I think we should. It’s time.

Dear World,

There are more of Us out here than you know. There are more of Us who don’t buy the bullshit that you are trying to sell Us. There are more of Us who are tired of the narrative that you are trying to push. There are more of Us that are choosing to ignore your bullshit, or even better, there are those of Us who are starting to push back.

Enjoy your politically correct Reign of Terror while you still can, because your time is almost up. Conventional Masculinity and Femininity cannot and will not be overrode by your bullshit politics and rhetoric. Your ideology and dogma of intersectionality cannot override biology. Your time is coming to an end.

See you soon,

Us

And for those of you reading this, Thank You for taking the time to read it.

I still don’t consider myself a writer, but maybe I’m wrong. I’ve been wrong before.

Here’s to the next two and a half years and beyond.

Cheers.

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How To Win At Anything

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It’s Story Time. So gather ’round and listen up…

A Young Man lived in a Village by the Sea. He had heard that somewhere, many miles away, up on a Mountain, there was a Man who had a Secret. A Secret so strong and so powerful, that if One had the Secret, he would win any competition. He would win any argument. No one would be able to stop him.

The Young Man set out to meet this Man….

For days and weeks, what seemed like days on end, the Young Man trekked. He swam across rivers, cut his way through jungles, dared the heat and thirst of the desert, and climbed slowly, painfully to the peak of the Mountain. He traveled so long, he forgot the days, he knew not how long it had taken him to reach this point, but reach it he did….

The Young Man reached the top to find the Man that he had been looking for. The Man was of average height and build, unassuming. The Man sat before a small fire, sipping from a glass, what appeared to be whiskey.

The Man looked up at the Young Man, the Young Man’s clothes were dirty and torn from his long travels. His hair disheveled, the Young Man desperately needed a shower and a shave.

The Man sipped from his glass and watched, saying nothing.

The Young Man gasped and panted, the trek had been long and arduous. He finally spoke.

“I’ve been seeking you, Sir. I’ve come a long way from my home in the Village by the Sea so that I may learn your Secret. Your Secret where if I have it, I’ll win any argument, any competition. Do you know of the Secret that I am speaking about?”

The Man nodded.

The Young Man grew excited. “You do know the Secret! Will you teach it to me?”

The Man nodded again and gestured for the Young Man to sit down by the fire.

The Young Man sat down and waited…

The Man finished his drink, stared into the bottom of the glass, and then looked around himself to find a container nearby. He opened the container and poured some of the contents into the glass.

The Young Man waited, watching…

The Man sat the container of fluid next to himself, took another sip from his glass and looked at the glass approvingly.

The Young Man spoke. “Well?”

The Man looked at the Young Man inquisitively.

“Are you going to teach me the Secret?”

The Man nodded.

The Young Man waited….

And waited…

The afternoon crept into dusk. The fire was burning down and the Man added a couple of logs to it to replenish it.

And the Young Man waited some more…

Night came…

And both Men sat alternating staring at each other and fire….

The Young Man grew drowsy from his journey and he slumped over in exhaustion…..

Morning….

The Young Man woke with a start…

The fire was stoked and the Man was making coffee from the heat of it. The Man offered a cup to the Young Man who angrily refused it.

“What is going on here?!” The Young Man exclaimed. “I thought you were going to teach me the Secret, and instead we have been staring at each other all night long! I can’t believe this! I traveled long and far to come to you, to learn from you, and here you sit, saying nothing!”

While the Young Man was raving, the Man sighed and got up, turned his back on the Young Man, and started walking slowly up the remainder of the peak to his tent that was set up.

The Young Man jumped to his feet, “Where are you going? What are you doing? You said you knew the Secret and that you would teach it to me! I demand to know what it is! You’re going to teach it to me!”

The Man looked back over his shoulder at the Young Man and spoke, “Young Man, go home. Go back to your Village by the Sea. For I have taught you the Secret and you are too deaf to hear it.”

 

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