“Hipster Racist is a fictional character.”
This is advice for young white men. I knew things had changed when I walked into a bar one night and picked up three women. I would know all three of these women over the course of a year, and all three offered to have sex with me. Two were divorced moms in their 40s, both quite attractive for their age, one literally a former model. The third woman was 22. No extra points for guessing which one I actually had sex with. I nicknamed her “Little Miss Fuck and Run” because that’s what she did. She would fuck my brains out for a month, get coy and run off. Then call me up again, repeat the process. To be really honest, she was not a good person. She was selfish, manipulative, dishonest, and untrustworthy. The bitch actually stole money from me. But I didn’t really care, because I was getting exactly what I wanted out of the arrangement. I even got to break a few of her taboos, teach her some things she had never done before. I rolled my eyes, though, when she told me she read 50 Shades of Grey and wanted to try it out. I thought, “oh god, not this shit again.”
I remember when my lady walked out on me, I was stunned. I did not see it coming at all. I had actually thought some of the problems we had had early on in the relationship were behind us. But one day she just pulled the rug out from under me. I moped about it for a year, and in many ways I thought I was washed up, as far as women go. I didn’t think I would actually be able to fall in love again, I figured that a decade and a half of promiscuity – with an “n count” that lots of men who don’t live in major metropolitan areas would find hard to believe (and that lots of women would pretend to find hard to believe) – had made me too jaded. I really thought that even if I could fall in love again, I couldn’t deal with yet another breakup.
Well I brushed myself off, stopped feeling sorry for myself, and got back in the game. And boy, had things changed. While I had always had girlfriends and regular sex, since I was 16, I didn’t usually have that many options. Pretty amazing for a white hipster boy from the DC suburbs that’s not particularly tall, not particularly attractive, and kind of skinny.
Especially the two older women, they were not interested in my “beta provider” qualities. They had their own money and their own careers. They wanted me to fuck them, and the reason they wanted me to fuck them is mostly because nobody else would. It is unbelievably HARSH for an older woman in the dating/sex/romance scene. They are as desperate as a horny 17 year old bookish boy.
This is not a “PUA” blog, nor a “men’s rights” blog, and this article is not going to be about how to pick up women. It’s going to be how to keep them, and keep them in line. Mostly, this is a warning of what NOT to do.
Here’s the trick: all the men’s bloggers know about hypergamy. Girls want a boy that’s taller, stronger, smarter, better looking, and more popular then they are. Get a woman around a man like that, and you can practically see her panties dropping faster than World Trade Center 7 on 9/11. One of the reasons that it’s so easy to “hook up” in Manhattan is because it’s a confusing mis-mash of status symbols. The women literally get dizzy at all these men with white collar jobs and potential access to power, they just can’t help themselves. Girls are horny little things that think about sex every day, all day, and can’t get enough. You realize they can even orgasm multiple times in one setting, right?
My most popular ideas in the WN blogosphere have always been the ones about civil society; how the breakdown of civil society is destroying the culture and putting white people in actual, real danger of possible extinction. It’s been called the “Bowling Alone” syndrome, and the limited fertility of white women in the modern era, barely at or lower than replacement level, has destroyed the extended family. So there’s no “nation” and no loyalty to a nation anymore; everyone is for sale to the highest bidder, and they might even literally blow up your office building if they can make some cash out of it.
There’s no problem for the rich, and even the upper middle class to some degree, they have the money and the resources to keep up appearances, but the rot is starting to creep up to their level as well.
What we need is segregation, and in this particular case, sex segregation. All the “beta boys” that can’t get laid can use a very, very simple trick to regain some of men’s lost social power and start getting the respect – and sex – from women that they want. The real simple trick is – kick the girls out. Just like your treehouse as a kid, put a sign on the door: No Girls Allowed. If I’m trying to be intellectual sounding, I’ll call it the Mannerbund, but since that can come across as too gay sometimes, I’ll call it the Boy’s Club, or the Lodge instead.
One of the reasons I like MindWeapon’s blog is because he is a ruthlessly practical man. Not content with long historical diatribes about some ancient King of Christendom, nor costume clown fantasies of Red Dawn Revolution against ZOG, he focuses on things like: the food supply. Money. Economic cooperation. This is my limited contribution, a practical solution to the problem that all the man-o-sphere bloggers complain about. The woman problem?
For my entire life the socially conservative types have talked a lot about the “nuclear family.” Husband, wife, their 2.5 kids, living in a detached, suburban rancher commuting to an office somewhere. That 1950s ideal was a pretty sweet deal for most people, men and women (and kids!) but for many people today it’s not working anymore. Just read the stories from the “man-o-sphere” – horrific tales of women divorcing them and dragging them through the courts, the aching wails of the omega virgins who have never even kissed a girl, the fed up “beta providers” who are sick of the nasty disrespect coming from these sweet creatures we call women, and family minded men shocked and saddened to see normal, average white women – who should know better – hooking up with sleazy hipsters who make them do awful, kinky, degrading things.
In the era of no fault divorce, the hookup culture, and birth control, young white men need to take a cold, hard look at the situation and plan accordingly. You need to remove your primary loyalty and co-operation from women and keep it to yourselves, among the boys. You need to get a core group of 5 or so and co-operate on everything: buying property, investing money, sharing resources, taking power in the ruins of Murkan society. You need to plan for the long term, the very, very long term, ideally, your entire lives. And, most importantly, you need to never, ever, ever let a woman join your group. Not even your wife if married – especially not your wife.
Men can co-operate in a way that women cannot. It just seems to be a cognitive thing. (The joke from Family Guy: “Men, we know how to be friends!”) As I said previously, you can add a woman to a men’s group and she can function very effectively, and contribute just as much, if not more, than a man could. But women cannot, by themselves, form these types of groups. SunshineMary said there’s Team Woman, and Team My Man. The only women that actually want to stay on Team Woman are lesbians and feminists (an overlapping group) but most would rather be on Team My Man. Believe it or not, women actually love men. But not “betas,” not submissive men (“I don’t know, where do you want to go tonight, honey?”) and not men who will allow themselves to be manipulated by them. That’s their biggest shit test of all, “if I cut off the pussy, will he start submitting to me?” Fail that shit test, and it’s only a matter of time until she’s tied to my bed getting her little ass beaten with my belt (and loving every minute of it.)
You get one of these groups together successfully, open a bar, and you will literally be swimming in pussy. It’s just about manipulating the social environment. This actually will make women happier in the long run anyway. They want to lose to you. They want you to over power them. They want to submit – at least, the type of women you want. I’ve never met a man who actually wants to marry and settle down with a Woman’s Studies Professor, for good reason. I doubt there are any women wanting to settle down with a “Men’s Rights Activist” either.
Marriage is for gays now. The nuclear family is a flawed model. The civil society is dead; the churches are nothing but whorehouses full of lying false prophets who will tell you whatever you want to hear as long as you’ll stay in the seats until the plate gets passed. The workplace, the modern corporation, is nothing but an impersonal machine that will ship your job to Mexico if they can save $0.0000003 cents a year. Nobody gives a fuck about a Brandon; Firepower’s “button mashing faggots” are on their own.
Turn off the XBox and the porn sites, get together with your boys, and you can become men. Then, the women will come to you. You will start having a choice. You can actually make demands of them! They will happily submit because you have something worth submitting to – your own social system, your Lodge. You can even get them pregnant and keep them at home. It all starts by a) kicking girls right the hell out of your club, never allowing one inside, ever, and b) ignoring the manipulative behavior of women that have no value to you (as lovers, mothers of your children, etc.) Men actually have a lot more social power than the average Brandon realizes. You have to make damn sure to never let a woman get between two of your boys, that’s a real tricky one.
Also, never fall in love with one, especially not just because she’s fucking you. They are tricky little minxes, very emotionally manipulative. Remain independent enough, and they will start to *change their behavior* and become more respectful, more submissive, more helpful, and more feminine.
Then, you’ll probably wind up falling in love with one anyway. Can’t be helped I guess. But at least make them work for it.