Never give the temptresess what they want (your spooge)
By David Futrelle
Sometimes I get the sense that Reddit’s most-devoted semen retainters — the guys who give up both masturbation and sex in order to protect the mystical power of their pent-up love goo — aren’t just embarking on a slightly odd form of supposed self-improvement.
No, it seems like at least some of these guys also might have some less than positive feelings about the biggest threat to their semen-retention streaks: sexy ladies who make them horny.
See if you can detect the subtle hints of misogyny in this long screed posted a couple of months ago to both the Semen Retention subreddit and the somewhat harder-core “PureRetention” subreddit.
In the former subreddit, the semen-filled Redditor called Lightpowerwithin titled the piece “Assert Power Over the Woman,” which is already a bit of a hint right there.
He began by preparing his readers for a wild ride.
Some might think, I am sounding a bit anti-woman. …
But for the sake of ones own progress in life, hear me out. …
I must unserstand that the clarity of all that is Good in consciousness comes from abstaining from the woman. …
For when we partake OF the woman, the seal of spiritual power is sliced, depending on the depth of indulgence.
THE SEAL OF SPIRITUAL POWER
Good, Bad, I’m the Guy with the Gun.
The “Gun” being – “The Power.” – the power is like a cup filled with everlasting life. It is pureed to the tilt.
PUREED TO THE TILT!!!!
One mis-step can lead a spill in the drop of life. The “Pretty” faces we see in our day to day life can easily cause us to “mis-step” with our cup of everlasting life.
DON’T MIS-STEP WITH THE CUP!! BECAUSE THINGS COULD GET MESSY!
Being overly emotional, or even slightly passionate in the beginning stages of the ‘path’ can cause a drop in the everlasting life. Mindfulness of our thoughts is paramount. Holding our ‘cup’ as we traverse forward, getting stronger each day.
JUST DON’T DRIP THE CUP!!!1
Some fools re-joice in the presence of the lady. Their hearts jump when she bats her eyelashes and throws her hair.
BEWARE THE EYELASH BATTERS!
These same fools who hold their cup of life would give their power away in the blink of an eye.
THE BLINK OF AN EYE!
The womans presence can often have a man question his lifes direction. WHAT is more important to you? Steadfastly focusing with white-lighted intent forever burning into the timeline of life with your purpose?
STEADFASTLY FOCUSING WITH WHITE-LIGHTED INTENT!!
Or using your power to be given away to a lovers fling?
BEWARE THE LOVERS AND THEIR DASTARDLY FLINGS!!!!!
Blessed and righteous..
Is he who holds his power and integrity for himself. You cannot fake ‘the power’ – it is only given and accumulated with time and purpose, mindfulness in the midst of the feminine presence and what not.
AND WHAT NOT!
Today, a righteousman is few and far between. Bombarded with imagery of concubines the the ‘other’ life that leads to dependency and misery.
BOMBARDED WITH IMAGERY!
Be the man with the gun. Righteous walk, righteous talk, and righteous intention.
RIGHTEOUS WALK
Rise above the woman.
RISE ABOVE!!
The true nature of man is to lead. Rise above the devils that have taken hold of our minds. Kick down the exhaulted image of woman. The false idol that has been put above us. Destroy that Golden-godess image and walk forward.
DESTROY THE GOLDEN GODDESS IMAGE!!1
Never give the temptress what they want.
NEVER GIVE THE TEMPTRESS!
They are the tools of the devil. Get them out of your way. Let the temptresses that feed off trickery and attention be trampled and bombarded by our boots of righteousness.
BOOTS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!!
Even with the power, we develop the senses of discernment. We discern righteous women who loom youthful and fully of life. Be cautious. Assert domimance [sic] and put them to work. They have much to prove in this life.
ASSERT DOMIMANCE!
No, that’s Dom Deluise. We’re looking for DOMINANCE.
Ok, that’s better.
Walk the path of light. Do not fantasize about romantic notions and bullshit that will tie you down. If a woman cannot be chaste, cannot back your play, or get behind and support you, kick her out of your way. Cast her down to the weak and unrighteous.
CAST HER DOWN!
Walk your rignteous path of power and achievement. Be free. In the days of old, the women tended the gardens, prepared the food, maintained the household, weaved baskets, and other womanly duties. Such is her place.
The men fought. Killed. Hunted. Built structures and negotiated the deals. And lead the family. Nothing has changed from our primitive instincts other then technology softening the man.
NOTHING HAS CHANGED FROM OUR PRIMITIVE INSTINCTS!!
Kick the notion of woman down and become the strength. The blood. The power. The force. Through clear mind, clear will, a chaste heart. Assert domimance [sic] once again like the days of old.
ASSERT DOMIMANCE!!11
No, that’s Dom Deluise again.
No, that’s Dom Perignon.
Eh, I guess that’ll do.
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Such a righteous cat walk
Don’t waste your spooge. Don’t let anyone gulp it down
What the hell did I just read?
David how could you use Sheldon the sheep for that gif. that was just painful.
@Talonknife:
Pretty sure what you (& we) read was a heaping helping of steaming, putrid Word Salad.
Anyone got a shit-load of Tums?
NEEDZ MOAR DOM DELUISE.
(But then again, so does everything. Because Dom Deluise was just the greatest.)
Throw out your hands!!
Stick out your tush!!
Hands on your hips
Give them a push!!
You’ll be surprised
You’re doing the French Mistake!!
VOILA!!
@Talonknife
The fantasm of power and strength wrapped in pseudo-historical and pseudo-myticism of a mediocre anonymous man.
HA HA. You spilled!
Now you only have half as much everlasting life as me! I’ll live forever and you’ll only live half of forever!
…wait…
Hm yes. Lots of mergers and acquisitions happening out there on the savannah.
This will never not be relevant:
I’m feeling really good about my own life choices right now.
I love when these men who can’t prove their evolutionary ability self-select their way out of the gene pool! Bravo to that fine fellow. May his seed never create a weakling in his image.
I just love when evolution takes its own trash out!
Heh, domimancer…
Weird how all that accumulated semen power never leads these schmoes to great scientific discoveries or storied acts of setting-do.
Buddy, you’ve got four metaphors there. You’ve mixed your metaphors because you weren’t thinking about the picture they created when you wrote them. That’s sloppy, careless, lazy writing. And it comes from sloppy, careless, lazy thinking.
Here’s some clear thinking: You and your fellow incels aren’t strong enough in yourselves to deal with another human being. That’s why you demand that women make themselves small and prop up your ego at all times. Why don’t you guys go out and get smarter and stronger; there are a million and one ways to do that. Then you’ll be ready for a real relationship with a real person with real needs.
It’s like he threw a load of metaphors into a sack and pulled them out at random.
“Bombarded”?
“Loom”? Youthful women who loom aren’t that common.
I doubtest any Man born of W—n today – nay! in all of human history! – hath taken themself more deadliest seriousnessly, with lesser Cause.
This dumbest of dumbasses (even in the vast sea of dumbassery that he posts in) thinks that Jesus and Buddha and Mohammed were nickel-blow-job pikers compared to Himself.
Can anyone imagine the labor his friends, or any relations or colleagues who talk with him, must suffer?
Fortunately, He surely has no such problem. No one would listen to him, other than for particularly sick laughs for the briefest time, and he certainly has no friends, unlikely has even one relative who is on speaking terms with him, and is unlikely to work anywhere (if he has any employment whatsoever) with actual people – half of whom might well be w—n.
@Moggie
http://gph.is/1IUlQdc
That is fascism, or a significant chunk of it. That extreme form of para-militaristic toxic masculinity. Blend it with a certain sort of golden-age-myth-based nationalism and you have the whole package, more or less.
@epronovost:
Aka fascist recruitment fodder.
“Become the strength. The blood. The power. The force. And make (wherever) great again!” is basically the pitch that recruits mediocre anonymous men into brownshirt gangs like the SA or, more recently, the Proud Boys.
I fear things are going to escalate soon. And badly.
Ok, so I totally lost it at “or what not.” 😀
Assuming he meant “hilt,” that’s quite a metaphor ladder he’s constructed there. A gun is The Power. The Power is a cup. The cup is pureed like fruit. Pureed to the hilt. (If he did mean tilt, then I guess it parses that the cup is somehow pureed in a pinball machine.)
Which in turn depends on whether you’re pureeing a knife or a sword.
tl:dr – a gun is a sword. Or a knife. Perhaps a pinball.
Forget mixed, this entire manifesto is made of pureed metaphors. Breakfast of manbabies.
For some reason, as I read this screed, I heard The Battle Hymn of the Republic being played on kazoos inside my head.
@LindsayIrene:
“Kazoos?” Bwa-hah-ha!!!
Good thing I was reading that on my phone–my spit-take fallout damage was minimized.
Re OP: I wonder what his “thoughts” (such as they are) are on night-time emissions might be.
Then, again, pretty sure he’d play the succubi card (best Tarot deck *ever* if I could find it).
@Kat, ambassador of the feminist government in exile
These aren’t incels, you can tell because they seem to recoil from the very idea of sex. If they’re so moonstruck by the idea of “retaining their semen”, why don’t they just join monasteries or be hermits? At least then we wouldn’t have to hear them talk.
@LindsayIrene:
With the fascist aesthetic, I think Laibach’s The Whistleblowers would be a better fit.
Sometimes I get the impression that large parts of the manosphere are false flags by a bunch of Freudians trying to get their respectability back. I can’t be the only one who thinks this, right? Right?
This sounds like the incoherent ranting of a recently divorced cult leader.