Consider the plight of the poor, horny Man Going His Own Way. He may have convinced himself that women are icky monsters out to highjack his sperm and steal his money. He may have convinced himself we live in a femi-fascist gynocracy out to destroy men and civilization generally. Yet his disobedient penis can’t stop thinking about sex with these evil, filthy women.
And so he turns to his fellow MGTOWers to ask for help: what can I do, my brethren, to stop popping so many boners? Ed1974, a newbie on MGTOWforums.com, puts it this way in a plaintive recent post:
[M]ore than almost anything I want to be woman-free and contentment to live a woman-free life. For more or less all of my adult life I’ve played in to society’s demands that I have to have a woman, and preferably a pretty woman, in my life. I’ve done a lot of Internet dating and every friggin time I get involved with a woman I regret it. Either I just want to get some ass and the woman wants a lot more than that and makes a mess out of my life when I leave, or I end up spending way more money than I ever wanted to spend just to have her grace my life with her presence, or something else that fucks up my life. The bottom line is I sincerely want to live a life without the desire to have a woman in my life.
So Ed is taking steps to quell his desire:
1. I downloaded a firewall blocking all dating sites.
2. I’m going to read as many books on misandry that I can.
3. I’m going to take myself out of situations where I can get in trouble, such as bars.
4. I’m going to fill free time that I would normally spend out with some woman with something productive.
I also want to remember the bad times where I’ve had women who I’ve tried to get out of my life end up stalking me for months on end. And to be perfectly honest, I want to remember the time I got the clap from some skank. I also want to remember that I should be thankful that I’m not a baby daddy and I’ve never had any false rape charges against me.
Alas, but poor pretty Eddie is afraid that this won’t be enough, and begs the assembled MGTOWers for “other steps I should take.”
Site admin Nacho Vidal suggests he go another way entirely:
My advice would be to scrap the ‘steps’ you’ve taken and take your wanking up a notch! Also, have you looked into hiring a whore or two once a month?
Others jump in to endorse the masturbation-and-prostitute strategy, and encourage him to cultivate his hatred of women by reading from the ample selection of stories on the site about evil, depraved, disgusting women. As fairi5fair puts it:
I go to college and still get the biochemical reactions that play into the mate-spawn-die script when I see a 20 year old with a candy apple ass and perky tits, but my growing understanding of women in general helps to make it less urgent and more negligible everyday.
A few others have more novel advice. Our friend womanhater suggests a trip to the mall:
Sit in the food court, and spend a good three hours there. Leisurely sip on some coffee, and simply watch.
See all the soulless men being dragged around by cupcake holding her bags. You’ll see the total absence of hope in the eyes of men in this trap. You’ll see his brain calculating the immense debt being run up, and yet he knows he’s fucked.
Pay attention to the stupid whores in training aged 15 or so, and simply listen the absolute shit running out of their mouth. Watch their behavior and internalize that every twat you see aged 25 was doing the exact same shit a decade ago.
Every time I start to feel my ghosting resolve start to slip, I go to the mall for a few hours. Clears my fucking head every time.
NewWorldMan suggests a sort of mind-over-boner strategy:
Sounds like BS, I know, but telling myself (actually saying the sentence in my head at the moment of attraction): “I control my dick, my dick doesn’t control me — actually works for me.
Frederick326 suggests an anatomy lesson:
Read up on vaginas. They’re fucking disgusting.
And fairi5fair also links to the (somewhat NSFW) video below. I’m not sure what exactly it’s supposed to accomplish other than to remind us that Japan leads the world in baffling entertainment product:
Sorry, nope! Good try, though. So, what’s a non-slutty outfit for women?
Spearhafoc… No, no it certainly isn’t. But they can like it too. And by too I mean alongside generic hypothetical female that likes that sort of thing like candy. SO I’VE HEARD!
“You can do better! That’s the mantra alrighty. You’re worth it!”
Well, yeah, I was.
I didn’t know much about relationships then, and he didn’t either. We sucked at communicating. He had sexual needs that I wasn’t ready to meet, and got grumpy when I didn’t know what to do. He never acknowledged me as his partner in public, though I was pretty fond of him at the time and I didn’t seek out any other partners for the whole time we were seeing each other… which was almost TWO YEARS. Then he broke up with me. 😛
I have, I am, and you are still full of shit.
@Polliwog
Is it more or less. And I no doubt have your word on this. The gospel according to Polliwog.
Dress like a menonite.
NWO, dear, go Google “James Deen,” if you will.
If I have sex with other people, with the consent and approval of the person I’m committed to, am I being disloyal?
nwo – Actually, tropes about whether or not women enjoy visual porn do factor into whether that porn is produced and sold. Unless you want to argue that women in Japan are somehow different from other women, and more visual, and that american feminists share this strange japanese quality… Or whatever.
Or go Google a video of Elvis and see how the female fans react to him. Or did he put those hip shimmies in for the gay men in the audience?
Actually, in Japan during the Heian period, a young woman who remained a virgin too long was thought to have something wrong with her. Court society during this period was polygamous, with both men and women taking many lovers. And these people are as far as I can think of from an “animalistic state.”
@ozymandias42
You’re doomed to a life of one night stands and short term sex buddies. You nature has dictated that the more men you have sex with the less likely your ability to form a long term lasting relationship. And as you seem to enjoy bragging about being a slut, it seems pretty obvious.
zhinxy wrote, “Actually, tropes about whether or not women enjoy visual porn do factor into whether that porn is produced and sold. Unless you want to argue that women in Japan are somehow different from other women, and more visual, and that american feminists share this strange japanese quality… Or whatever.”
So what is the deal about Japanese women? Do you mean manga for women? *confused*
“Dress like a menonite.”
Amish, Plain Dress, or Moderate? And are you serious, or dodging the question?
So what is the deal about Japanese women? Do you mean manga for women? *confused*
Just that there’s a big industry in hot guy manga porn for women in japan, whereas not so much visual porn for women in america. 🙂 Cultural tropes about whether women “like that sort of thing” do influence whether the corporations are making the money off of it. That’s all !
NWOSlave, when I go to church I wear a floor-length skirt and I cover my head. I’d look Muslim if I knew how to tie my scarf like Muslim women do.
YOU. ARE. STILL. FULL. OF. SHIT.
NWO: Really? That’ll be news to my friends, a married couple who have been polyamorous for fifteen years (since college!).
Watch him ignore everything I’m saying!
I don’t think anyone’s likely to write a gospel about me, but I don’t lie (barring “no, Mr. Nazi, I absolutely do not have any Jews hiding in my basement” situations, which this certainly is not). If you like, I’ll swear on my grandmother’s grave that 6 is not the number of sexual partners I have had.
We didn’t agree on playing hot ‘n’ cold, and I don’t really want this to turn into the “Details of Polliwog’s Sexual History” thread, but I’ll give you this one. The answer is less than six; casual sex doesn’t happen to be my thing. This is where I think you have trouble. “Sexual agency” doesn’t mean “everybody must have loads of casual sex.” It means “everyone gets to choose for themselves whether they want to have sex with one person or a few people or lots of people or no people.” (And feminists generally add “and provided everyone involved is a consenting adult, all of those choices are okay!”)
(ALSO OMG GUYS I GOT NWO TO TELL US WHAT WOMEN CAN WEAR. OMG GUYS.)
My sexiest outfits involve complete body coverage from head to toe. I mean, first time I wore my Billie Joe Armstrong outfit (black buttondown, black pants, red tie, eyeliner, sex hair) in her presence, my girlfriend took one look at me and jumped me.
You’re talking about oxytocin, aren’t you? Hey everyone, NWOSlave made a science! Oxytocin is released when people have sex, and so cultural conservatives like to claim that women should never have sex with more than one man, because if they do they will not have as much oxytocin the second time around and will not be able to bond with them as deeply. It’s Chemistry (TM).
Do you know when else oxytocin is released? During breastfeeding. Do cultural conservatives ever claim that a woman, should she breastfeed more than one child, is doomed to see her love for each later child diminish, and therefore that “female nature dictates” each woman only bond to one child for her entire life? They do not.
Do you know why? I mean, besides the part where it’s a really dumb theory? Because that statement doesn’t control our sexual behavior.
You know, men release oxytocin during sex too…
And cuddles! If you have too many cuddle puddles, you will LOSE YOUR ABILITY TO COMMIT TO ONE CUDDLE PARTNER! SCIENCE!
Ozy, oxytocin is released during a warm shower, for fuck’s sake.
This whole thing about men not being sexy just makes me sad. They are, honest! It’s just none of them can wrap their minds around the idea. 🙁
Trigger warning:
Have you given your virginity to your present lover?
No, because I was a virgin until I was raped by a man after a party.
Can I have a show of hands as to which of you darlings is with her first boyfriend?
I dumped the manipulative, paranoid shithole because his unreasoning fear of my bisexuality led him to try to control my life in minute detail, down to who I could (and couldn’t) be friends with, who I could (and couldn’t) invite over to visit or to dinner, etc. etc. etc. I don’t have to apologise for being my own person, so my response to your questions Owly is fuck that shit. You have got no fucking idea.
Ah, the Myth of Men Not Being Hot. The gender concept that made Noah forbid me from ever naming anything ever again.