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Hey everyone. I found home here,about 3 days ago. I have been reading almost all day and into the night here since. I have found myself going from being a mushroom in the dark being feed s~~~, the likes I still can’t fathom, to being a sponge that can’t absorb all the wisdom I have found here,fast enough. I think I may have  been considered KingMangina as I reflect on my life in regards to this “modern-day female”, and how I have been shredded by them time and again, every time. With that being said, I sit here listening to The Wall by Pink Floyd, as I try to grasp this awakening I am having….

I have retreated into my shell for almost 4 yrs now. I will get back to that….I am now 46, been married & divorced twice. have a 17 yr old daughter that I have been a stay at home father for. I have a very close relationship with her, and it is my greatest honor I cherish in my life. I am glad that her mom and I were able to work that out, for me to say that.

I do feel so sad & p~~~ed for all the dads that had this robbed from them….but I too have not come out unscathed in my dealings with “them”…..

So, back to the KingMangina & my 4 yrs in a shell. That was the last female I was with. Suffice to say, I would have just rather been shot to death. Seems more humane than what I got instead. I did the whole bloody white knight role that would have made Disney begging me for the rights to make it another f~~~ed up kids movie. In a story I could write untold books on, the madness  made me want to kill myself. Had it not been for my daughter, well…I shutter at that thought.

Needless to say, after I got her pregnant, which we (she) wanted (planned), all that hot, sweet, intimate, I love you and sex morphed into the most wicked, malice, and cold as ice s~~~ I had ever heard of or seen. (Even after 3 days here) with all the horror and devastation in the aftermath & wake of the perils of other men sharing here.

On one hand, I am blown away that this is an epidemic….and on the other hand, I am finding solace in the fact that there are other men that have been through the fires of hell as well. I always thought I was just some really unlucky bastard or something.

In short, I had to move out on Christmas eve, from her house. It was soul crushing to me as a man and as a dad. My daughter was around 13 at the time and had gotten very close with this woman. It was life changing to say the least for her as well as myself. I recall thinking to myself, nothing else thrown my way could be worse than this s~~~. Damn, was I wrong.

So, a few months later, she tells me she lost the baby & there was nothing the doctors could do. I was powerless to all these events after I moved in with her. The manipulation, shaming, her and her family against me….f~~~,  wasn’t even a shell of a man at that time. Her family lived across the street, like 2-3 houses down, and they were all in some kind of bloodlust after they knew she was pregnant. Police were called, dealings with her x, and yes, she was a mom. It was an absolute 3 ring circus.

So, I ghosted myself….not just to her, but to everything and everyone, except my daughter and her mom. Stopped using FB, because her family blew up my wall with making me look like satan himself with the shaming and all, as well as losing all desire to be in communication with anyone. Now for the finale killing blow…fast forward 3 yrs….and I get a court summons for establishing the dead fetus, that is now almost 3 yr old son, to see if I am the father. Surprise, surprise, surprise.

That’s right gents, I spent almost 3 yrs believing that I had lost my son. The real kicker to this “love story” is the woman knew I had lost my son about 4 weeks before his due date, before I had my daughter. So, it’s been a little over a yr since I went to court. She didn’t even bring him so I could see him, and never wants me to. Since I was a stay at home dad, my child support is only $50.00 per month, so I know that could have been by far way worse, and would have been if I would have got hit a yr later or so with the summons.

Needless to say, I have had to rethink my plans on how to survive the rest of my life now….I know my enslavement could have been far worse, but women can just BITE ME!!

I have no words on how thankful I am to have found home, and if anyone ever needs to get s~~~ off there chest, feel free to look my way. I have seen some bloody hell s~~~ & I know more than I wish I did on the freaking havoc it does to you.

Cheers,

TribalAge

[MOWsince95Participant]

I’ve gone ghost in both ways, RoyDal.  Pretty much consciously have chosen to 99.99% pull out of the s~~~show that is our gynocentric society.  I do keep track of what is going on it in in case there is something that threatens me, but otherwise I could not care less if society collapsed tomorrow.  In fact I would be entertained if it did.

As for leaving women in the lurch, the last serious GF I had, I broke contact with in 2010, and here is why.  She had me convinced, really, that I had finally met a NAWALT and maybe after 15 years (since my divorce) I should consider putting a gun to my head again, or at least getting her a key to my house (she lived a couple hundred miles away, thankfully I must say now).  Then one day she was over and needed to catch a flight back to her place.  I took her to the airport, thought about how I missed her, and when I got home I logged into my laptop to check something.  Lo and behold, she had logged into her email and forgot to log out, and front and center was a message to her best friend. I did feel bad, but I read it because I at a glance saw my name 4 or 5 times in there.  Turns out in her mind I was a “big asshole just like her father” but clearly “had a fair amount of money and success” so that it was “worth putting up with” me for a while.  NAWALT?  F~~~ that. In that second, I went from questioning going my own way to becoming a ghost. I literally dropped off the planet as far as she was concerned, and the beauty was that, for such a big asshole, the flurry of “please PLEASE contact me” emails and voicemails (about 1 every 10 minutes for many days) was highly entertaining.  Took her a couple months to catch a clue, going by the emails.

But for her carelessness, she’d about have convinced me after 2 years of dating.  Taught me that, 100% of the time, they are ALL like that.

 

If you are MGTOW when you are young you have no heart.
If you're not MGTOW when you are 20 you have no brain.

[YAZParticipant]

My sincerest condolences to you and your friend’s family.

 

I’ve seen this before and experienced first hand the self destructive behavior that ensues after a break up or divorce.  Not quite as extreme as the aforementioned person, but self destructive nevertheless.

My buddy and his whore wife were married in their early twenties, and stayed together for about 14 years until she decided that some strange c~~~ would be better for her.  No children were involved thank goodness, but the divorce kicked his ass.  And then he started to kick his own ass shortly after the divorce was final.  Alcohol was his wolfbane.

He had a good job driving for UPS but trashed that career with DUI #2.  DUI #3 put him in the county jail for 6 months with a felony record.  Of course, his ex-wife pointed her jagged little finger at his actions and promulgated what a loser he was.  I sometimes think he f~~~ed his life up on purpose to get her back to help fix him.  I’m also guessing that he had some grandiose fantasy that she was gonna help him and be his little female knight in shining armor……almost like an invitation for her to feel empowered.

Kinda sick, really.

 

Of course, she played along and would “mercy f~~~” him occasionally…..only to jump in the sack with a REAL loser that she ended up getting pregnant with.  Then they split up and she’s raising their son on her own…..sort of.  She has moved in with her sister as she cannot make it on her own…..now with a six year old boy.  Poor kid.

Keep in mind that all of this s~~~ happened while I was married to my soon to be ex whore dike fat pig.  While I listened to the banter of my live in legally married vagina owner while all of this went on……..that little mental “click” went off in my brain.  The finger pointing was always at him.  And men have been conditioned to finger point as well.  We don’t wanna p~~~ off the vagina owners, eh?  We’re keeping the peace, so to speak.

 

Yes, dear.

I flew out to stay with him for a few nights, ate well and drank some quality brew.    This gent was ready to whack himself.  A couple of good cigars later, I like to think that I kept him alive.  I like to think that I gave him hope……move to AZ, stay in the guest room, and rebuild your life.  I flew back home and presented my live in lesbian whore my plan…..she shot it down.

How I should possibly “care” for another person?   How can I possibly devote ANY attention to someone other than her?  This is when I realized that the “love of my life” was the quintessential attention whore.  The epitome of “egocentrism.”

This is what they do, kids.

My ex uses societal pressure to feed her empowerment needs.  She had the audacity to accuse me of domestic abuse to our mutual friends & family.  It was merely a ploy to make me look bad in front of said friends & family.  To “project” her misbehavior on to me and make it appear that is my fault.  Never mind that she’s getting her rocks off with the biggest bull dike in town……bonus points for causing me stress and anguish.

 

My response?

 

I live my life with tenacity.  If I were a perpetrator of domestic violence, then she would be dead.

 

Truth hammer.

Whore Magnet

Hey everyone, I had heard a bit about this community in the past, but only really came here to have a read of the posts a couple of days ago, whilst reading these I found that I could identify with many of the issues of the men here.  I guess I could say that I have been going my own way for a few months now, I am 30 years old, got into the pickup scene during my early twenties which gave me bit more confidence with women, I never really mastered the cold approach though, instead getting a job working in a nightclub and relying on my social proof to get girls.  I did get a few girls and have a couple of relationships from my time working in hospitality, but nowhere near as much as the time I spent in that environment, it only averaged out to having sex with about 5 girls a year, which is an extremely low success rate considering I was in a party environment for 2 or sometimes 3 days a week.

To cut a long story short, I finally grew sick of the nightclub scene, of c~~~ teasing girls and their stupid c~~~ blocking friends.  I have been f~~~ed over a few times by females have had depression because of this.  Sadly I dedicated much of my time to gaining validation from females with most of my hobbies centred around improving myself so I could get a girlfriend, doing things such as Toastmasters, reading about bulls~~~ NLP techniques and doing stupid affirmations.

I cannot say that I have given up dating permanently, if the right woman comes along I would like to pursue a relationship with her, but gone are the days in which I would constantly chase women on online dating websites and speed dating.  I will not chase women for sex anymore, I have realised that it is much easier to just pay for it, where I live prostitution laws and pretty relaxed.  The way I see it, you can get money back, but you can never regain time.  When I look back I feel a bit bitter and angry at the amount of time I spent chasing girls just because I was horny and wanted to get my dick wet, I also feel p~~~ed off thinking about all the crap that I have been through trying to find someone to settle down with.  I realised the hard way that life is not like a Hollywood movie in which the average man gets his princess, things end badly and men often get screwed over.

At the moment I am pretty happy with things in my life, I have a decent paying job, go to the gym regularly, and go scuba diving regularly.  I plan on moving to Europe next January, something I am really looking forward to as the city I live in and have lived in for my entire life is pretty uncultured and provincial.

Looking forward to chatting to a few people.

[dciParticipant]

Clint wrote:

Changing him is exactly what girlfriends and wives set out to do. And then they BLAME you for it when you do.

And this guy probably had no idea it was even happening.

 

I agree with your post. But i dont get one point, that some Mgtowler doing wrong,

Of course women blame men. And they are right. Not from a moral point. This cheating bitch is a c~~~. But from an evolutionary point.

It written in their genes. They cant doing it in any other way.  Women can say what men want to hear or imitate desired behaviour. But they cant never empathise

with men. Like you cant teach a monkey higher mathematics. Would anybody argue wih that?

 

Women are betazise men since 100000 years. Its in her genes. When women would NOT blame men, our species would never be that sucessful.

Its a good thing. Its a sucessful evolutionary programm. I bow from nature (not women) for  implementing a perfect strategy in the human nature.

It took 100000 years and million of men connected via internet to solve this riddle. We are 24/7 surrounded by an evolutionary program nobody is

aware. Even the female carrier. Thats imposant.

 

The wise men accept the fact and plan their decisions around that knowledge, but dont arguing with that. Its only wasted energy.

 

 

When you discuss about womens right, equal payment and all the other crap, they throwing at us, nod your head, smile ant say “its soooo unfair

that women earn 23 percent less”. But dont argue. Keep your knowledge a secrret and do your plans without communicating.

 

All the arguing has one final hope: The deep inner (understandably) wish: NAWALT. But that day wont come. Like no ape will learn higher mathematics. So why bother.

Evening folks. Just needed a place to rant..

I made a thread a few months ago about accepting a new job position and asked for advice on how to deal with a new environment full of women. After some hard thought, I rescinded the job offer acceptance and stuck it out at the current position for another 2 months or so. Within the last couple weeks and after several interviews, I found a much better job conducive to male success and fairness with a prestigious investment bank.

The shaming  from family members for rescinding a job offer acceptance (specifically my mother and other female family members, was alarming to say the least). Now they’re all quiet and hardly any of them are offering congratulations. It’s really a shame my mother is a big f~~~ing blabber mouth and can’t keep her mouth shut about anything info she hears in regards to my professional development.

These feminists are the death of society and screw moving from my current position (where the managing director is a post-wall menopausal lunatic of a woman and) to a position where my direct manager is a 40 year old land-whale obsessed with proving her dominance over the men who report into her(just as bad if not worse).

I plan to give 2 weeks notice on Monday and cannot wait to see the look of horror on the director’s face upon telling her. Any ideas/suggestions on how to go about doing so? It was my first job out of college and it’s been a little over 1 year now. My new manager at the investment bank is a 35 year old unmarried guy who likes talking sports and is laid back as can be (as long as all work is done to the highest standards). I couldn’t be happier about the new position…… can’t wait to get out of this current rotting feminist infested office…. and have to thank a lot of you guys for your words of advice as well as stories.

The only important women in my life (family) were nothing but rude and belittling  for turning back on the original job offer acceptance. They were convinced my career was never going to be as bright as it could have been after that (mind you I’m only 22) and look at them now with nothing to say and no apologies to be found. F~~~ing c~~~s.

I don’t post much but you guys are like another family and have helped me maintain sanity during some low points (just from reading the threads).

Viva Los MGTOW

Marriage is the disease, divorce is the cure. MGTOW is the vaccine.

[Soldier-MedicParticipant]

I have three sons myself.  They are 21, 12, and 9 years old.

The 21 year old is fairly purple pill.  I say this because he will consciously tell you that he doesn’t trust women overall but is looking for a unicorn.  I have taken him as far as I can with the red pills.

I have talked with him about a vasectomy, but he says he is holding out for male contraception.  I believe that this is either trepidation on having his unit permanently fixed, or he wants to be available for the unicorn.

RoyDal wrote:

Therefore, first and foremost, be an example. I’d keep my edifying lectures to a few short sentences.

Sage Advice.

The 12 year old.  I have had conversations with him on the following subjects.

In the not so distant future, your mother is going to start talking about grand babies.  You don’t have the responsibility to procreate because of what she says.  You have too many things to accomplish in your life to even think about kids for the next 15 years or so.

You don’t have to get married.  You first responsibility is to yourself.

If women are equal, then they don’t need you to open doors, carry their things, or for you to give them money.

Women want babies and they need a man’s support to accomplish this.  You don’t owe any woman babies, let alone financial support.

His mother is a mind game playing, control game playing, wheedling, hen pecking, immature adolescent that cannot think beyond her middle school vision of what a family should look like.  When I see him acting like his mother I call him on it.  The conversation usually goes something like: “Do you like it when your mother talks to you that way?  If not then why are you talking to me or his brother that way?  You are old enough to start examining your mother’s and my behavior and decide what aspects you agree or disagree with.  If you disagree with the way either your mother or I speak to you, then you should not speak that way yourself.”

The 9 year old.

He has expressed that he wants a family already.  The only thing that I can say to this is “You can worry about a family after you turn 30”.

Final word.  Confront the issues head on without using jargon of blue pill, red pill etc.  While you would save your son that pain of what you have been through, one day he will be grown man and have to make his own decisions and mistakes.  Hopefully his mistakes will be near misses and they can reflect on the lessons that you have taught, and the lessons that his mother has taught through her example.  Then the lesson will be driven home.  The best you can hope for is to be prepared to catch them should they fall, be supportive, and have a spare bedroom ready.

When he is older, college age or so, suggest he have male contraception implanted.  Pay for it if you can.  If he is incapable of making babies then he can have first hand knowledge of some girl trying to fake a pregnancy to get at him and his money and resources.

Lastly.  As they mature, try not to be overtly judgmental.  This will alienate him and drive him away from you.

Let him have his say, and discuss issues with him as though he is an adult but using the language a young person can understand.  He will appreciate this as I assume that his mother talks down to him.

Remember, he is a future adult despite him being a child right now.  He will be an adult for the majority of his life.  Childhood, while a time of fun and freedom from a lot of responsibility, is a time for preparation for adulthood.

Never reject.  Question behavior but never a child’s personality.

 

"I asked you a question. I didn't ask you to repeat what the voices in you head are telling you" ~ Me. ........Yes I'm still angry.

[Canadian SportsFanParticipant]

Vector wrote:

I’m so glad I found out about MGTOW just in time. Finding out about MGTOW was the biggest “ah ha” moment ever. Please hear me out on my current situation. It might sound a bit scrambled, however I want to get all the main points across. I’m 34 years old, no kids, and have a good job. Last week my 30 year old girlfriend whom I have been living with for a year and half so far, dating for 2 1/2; went on a business trip to LA for 3 days then China for 3 weeks last week. As sad as this sounds, this past weekend felt so great not having her around so I could finally focus on myself in peace and quiet. Having the bed all to myself, the peace and quiet, not having to deal with the nagging, or the waking up early b/c we had things to do on Saturday. Not having to plan a night out for dinner (and pay for it) and have something planned to do afterwards. Not having to pick her up at the train station every night when she would get home from work and if I was 1 minute late; having to hear her mouth the whole ride home. Not having to visit her parents house and have her complain about why I make the face of grief every time I have to go there. I stumbled upon MGTOW after researching marriage statistics this weekend. My girlfriend wants her wedding, to buy a house, and have kids before she’s 32. We have a joint bank account, and have been saving into it for over a year now for a house, and even visited a bank to get information on buying property! By the way, she has a very good job. The weekend before she left to China, we got into this big argument b/c I didn’t plan anything “special” for her as a going away “together time” since we weren’t going to see each other for a while. I offered to take her to dinner and a few drinks, which obviously wasn’t enough for her. So we starting arguing. The argument got pretty loud and she ended up threatening to move out. So I called her bluff, and she didn’t. She just nagged me about how I don’t do anything “special” for her, and that if it wasn’t for her that we would be sitting home chilling and watching movies all the time b/c she’s the one who plans all of our “outings” or date nights, and I never want to do s~~~ (according to her). After learning about MGTOW my whole perception is now changed. No way in HELL am I getting married to her or any woman. Hearing you guys talk about your freedom is liberating. When she gets to China she face timed me and says that I’m not enthusiastic to speak to her and I haven’t told her I missed her. She is already sensing that I am becoming more and more unemotionally thirsty for her. The hard part now is, how I’m going to go against what I told her I wanted. I was always weary about marriage, and I’m not fond of kids at all, yet told her that I did want a family. Having to hear all the baby screaming waking you up in the middle of the night, sexless marriage statistics, divorce rates…omg the list goes on and on. We’ve only lived with each other a year in a half and she already has become more and more sexually distant. Forget about the random blowjobs you used to get in the beginning to lure you in, and initiating sexual encounters. We only have sex anymore when I initiate it. Pussy isn’t as wet as it used to be either. In the beginning, the sheets would practically get soaked naturally. Now we have to use lube every now and again. WTF! When she gets back from her trip, my goal is to f~~~ her, then take her out to dinner and talk to her about my new boundaries. No marriage, or kids. If she doesn’t like it, then she can walk. I’m not going my whole life living with a woman who will try and control me and tell me what I can and can’t do. Most importantly, I can’t go the rest of my life drooling at all the scattered ass in yoga pants day after day knowing that I can’t have another piece of pussy until I die. F~~~ that s~~~. My goal as MGTOW is to date plenty of women, and have sexual relations, enjoying my world as the oyster it is, while completely avoiding the whole marriage and kids concept. The whole reason men have mid life crisis’ at age 50 is because they’re married for years already and regret not getting all the pussy they could have been getting in their youth! Keep in mind that she is a feminist, and doesn’t believe in serving men at all really. She even told me jokingly that “women make their men believe they have the power by doing certain things, when truth is, the women have the power.” I don’t believe it was a joke at all And to top the cake, for her 30th birthday, her parents threw her a fancy party at their house. I contributed money towards the party, bought her an expensive name brand handbag, and took her to dinner at a fancy expensive steakhouse. That night she got really drunk, and blurted out to me in front of her mother, aunt’s and cousins “I’m going to rule you.” This was a BIG red flag for me…. I know you guys are probably thinking I should have gotten out a while ago. I want to thank all you guys for putting this information out there and helping me see the light of day while preventing me from ruining my life by getting hitched. I almost fell for the trap, but found out about MGTOW just in time! This is my 1st post. It might sound like all over the place, but that’s what I’m going through in my mind right now. Share your opinions and any insight you guys can provide to help me in my current situation.

Vector wrote:

I’m so glad I found out about MGTOW just in time. Finding out about MGTOW was the biggest “ah ha” moment ever. Please hear me out on my current situation. It might sound a bit scrambled, however I want to get all the main points across. I’m 34 years old, no kids, and have a good job. Last week my 30 year old girlfriend whom I have been living with for a year and half so far, dating for 2 1/2; went on a business trip to LA for 3 days then China for 3 weeks last week. As sad as this sounds, this past weekend felt so great not having her around so I could finally focus on myself in peace and quiet. Having the bed all to myself, the peace and quiet, not having to deal with the nagging, or the waking up early b/c we had things to do on Saturday. Not having to plan a night out for dinner (and pay for it) and have something planned to do afterwards. Not having to pick her up at the train station every night when she would get home from work and if I was 1 minute late; having to hear her mouth the whole ride home. Not having to visit her parents house and have her complain about why I make the face of grief every time I have to go there. I stumbled upon MGTOW after researching marriage statistics this weekend. My girlfriend wants her wedding, to buy a house, and have kids before she’s 32. We have a joint bank account, and have been saving into it for over a year now for a house, and even visited a bank to get information on buying property! By the way, she has a very good job. The weekend before she left to China, we got into this big argument b/c I didn’t plan anything “special” for her as a going away “together time” since we weren’t going to see each other for a while. I offered to take her to dinner and a few drinks, which obviously wasn’t enough for her. So we starting arguing. The argument got pretty loud and she ended up threatening to move out. So I called her bluff, and she didn’t. She just nagged me about how I don’t do anything “special” for her, and that if it wasn’t for her that we would be sitting home chilling and watching movies all the time b/c she’s the one who plans all of our “outings” or date nights, and I never want to do s~~~ (according to her). After learning about MGTOW my whole perception is now changed. No way in HELL am I getting married to her or any woman. Hearing you guys talk about your freedom is liberating. When she gets to China she face timed me and says that I’m not enthusiastic to speak to her and I haven’t told her I missed her. She is already sensing that I am becoming more and more unemotionally thirsty for her. The hard part now is, how I’m going to go against what I told her I wanted. I was always weary about marriage, and I’m not fond of kids at all, yet told her that I did want a family. Having to hear all the baby screaming waking you up in the middle of the night, sexless marriage statistics, divorce rates…omg the list goes on and on. We’ve only lived with each other a year in a half and she already has become more and more sexually distant. Forget about the random blowjobs you used to get in the beginning to lure you in, and initiating sexual encounters. We only have sex anymore when I initiate it. Pussy isn’t as wet as it used to be either. In the beginning, the sheets would practically get soaked naturally. Now we have to use lube every now and again. WTF! When she gets back from her trip, my goal is to f~~~ her, then take her out to dinner and talk to her about my new boundaries. No marriage, or kids. If she doesn’t like it, then she can walk. I’m not going my whole life living with a woman who will try and control me and tell me what I can and can’t do. Most importantly, I can’t go the rest of my life drooling at all the scattered ass in yoga pants day after day knowing that I can’t have another piece of pussy until I die. F~~~ that s~~~. My goal as MGTOW is to date plenty of women, and have sexual relations, enjoying my world as the oyster it is, while completely avoiding the whole marriage and kids concept. The whole reason men have mid life crisis’ at age 50 is because they’re married for years already and regret not getting all the pussy they could have been getting in their youth! Keep in mind that she is a feminist, and doesn’t believe in serving men at all really. She even told me jokingly that “women make their men believe they have the power by doing certain things, when truth is, the women have the power.” I don’t believe it was a joke at all And to top the cake, for her 30th birthday, her parents threw her a fancy party at their house. I contributed money towards the party, bought her an expensive name brand handbag, and took her to dinner at a fancy expensive steakhouse. That night she got really drunk, and blurted out to me in front of her mother, aunt’s and cousins “I’m going to rule you.” This was a BIG red flag for me…. I know you guys are probably thinking I should have gotten out a while ago. I want to thank all you guys for putting this information out there and helping me see the light of day while preventing me from ruining my life by getting hitched. I almost fell for the trap, but found out about MGTOW just in time! This is my 1st post. It might sound like all over the place, but that’s what I’m going through in my mind right now. Share your opinions and any insight you guys can provide to help me in my current situation.

Jeebus are you my twin?  Like holy f~~~ we are in the exact same situation.  The only difference is my GF is getting fat and works a mediocre job I know she hates (STAY AT HOME MOMMY in training?)and she’s looking for a magic pill for happiness (kids).

 

I am thinking extraction strategies at this point.

[UmbreonParticipant]

Math Ronin wrote:

Interesting….I never heard of Furry Fandom before.

One thing you said that caught my attention was that “they create their own reality”, what does that mean? Aren’t they really creating a type of fictional role playing (like “Star Wars”)? I mean they surely can’t go to work dressed as animal characters (maybe except for the guy who works at Chuck E Cheese ).

Well, most Furry Fandom members (they call themselves “Furries” for short) create a fictional animal version of themselves called a Fursona. Sometimes the Fursona is just used to roleplay or make art, however, sometimes you get “lifestylers” who end up trying to be as much like their fictional selves as possible. Lifestylers are often considered weird among furries, especially if they are really into it.

Either way, furries who have fursonas usually reject the nastiness that is reality in favor of a whole lot of daydreaming. They seek out other furries so they can daydream together, swap art, and generally hang out leading to furry communities both in real life and online. In real-life communities it’s very common for them to go by their fursona names as much as possible and some even adopt animal habits like growling or barking. Furry communities online or in real life tend to form “bubbles” where they form their own sort of culture and habits even though the culture typically ends up as a spin on the general theme mentioned in my earlier post.

These community bubbles become their “homes” and they base their perceptions of reality on the culture of the bubble. Being in the bubble for a long time leads to a sort of shared mass illusion of a parallel world where everyone is some sort of toon animal that co-exists just past the everyday world of boring human stuff. Furries still know they’re human and live in a human world, but their minds and hearts are in the toon animal world. A few furries do try to wear ears and tails to work or otherwise around town. They see it as a fun compromise between the two worlds. Some have full costumes they wear on their off time, typically around parks, at conventions, or at furry meet-ups. Most have some sort of animal-themed gear they like to keep around as a symbol of their fursona. Finding a furry with zero gear linked to their favorite character or fursona is super rare.

The furries without fursonas are pretty much no weirder than your average Trekkie or Anime fan, but they tend to not show up in the communities much as they are content to watch cartoons and admire artwork by themselves without all the cooperative daydreaming. You can spot them by the fact that they have the least fantastic names and don’t tend to roleplay. If they do roleplay, they always talk about having “characters” and differentiate them from “fursonas” as they are not their characters in any sense of the word. Their furry gear is all linked to their favorite characters and many have an extensive selection of animated films from all over the world. They generally are also more in-touch with the normal world as they don’t live in the bubble.

Examples of various furry “types”

No Fursona (“Just a fan”): At work he’s Ryan and online he’s Ryan. This guy loves the old Looney Tunes, especially Bugs Bunny. He uses his favorite Bugs Bunny mug at work and his ring tone is a quip from Bugs himself. Online he looks at fan art of Bugs Bunny and talks about restoring the old films.He does not see his fursona self as a “rabbit” (he doesn’t roleplay) nor does he identify with rabbits in general outside of thinking that Bugs is awesome. All his clothes are normal save for one or two Bugs Bunny ties.

Regular Fursona-owning Furry: At work he’s Josh, but online he’s WhiteMoon the wolf. In his off work time he wears a lot of wolf shirts and at work he wears a wolf tie-tack as a personal connection to WhiteMoon. He spends a few hours each day talking in forums and roleplaying as WhiteMoon. Sometimes he spends a little money to have people draw WhiteMoon in various poses. He made a tail that he wears on Halloween and plans to wear it when he finally goes to a furry convention. He can rant and rave about the goings on in his online community and has a slew of beloved and hated artists you have never heard of. His real-life friends tend to call him “wolfie” or “Whitemoon”.

Lifestyler: At work and at home he’s Rheegar Arkaafu. Check his license- he had the name changed. He always wears brown and black to match his otter fursona and would have worn a costume at work if the boss would let him. People compliment his lithe physique. Little do they know he swims three hours a day and eats mostly seafood and veggies like any other otter. He sees himself as an otter taken human shape and seeks other furries so he can feel at home. He owns an expensive otter costume hand made to look just like Rheegar and wears it at every furry meet-up. He never misses a meet! He knows most of the furries in the area personally and proudly proclaims to anyone who will listen that he’s an otter through and through and a “furry for life”. When he’s not working, swimming or hanging with other furries in real life, he’s in a chat room somewhere roleplaying. He can’t masturbate to human porn anymore: it’s all dirty cartoon animals or people in costumes or body paint. A large chunk of his porn stash is art of Rheegar that he commissioned.

Beauty fades, dumb is forever.

[Gabriel A. KingParticipant]

Phoenix,  I will preface my response by letting you know that I DID vote for Gary Johnson in the 2012 elections.    He is a man of integrity and intelligence who stands head and shoulder’s above the rabble of cherry picked scum now lined up to represent us.    He has an excellent track record of success as Governor of New Mexico,   and scores well on Constitutional issues.

Now the question:   Can Gary Johnson beat the Democrat nominee ?

If allowed in the debates by the oligarchs,   Johnson would do well.    Yet he would have little or no chance of winning.   In order to beat the Democrats who ALL line up like lemmings behind their chosen candidate….    you MUST have the vote of the entire Christian right wing.    And that is Johnson’s Achilles heel.   Relegating him to nothing more than an amusing sideshow and educational forum.

Trump on the other hand is soaring in popularity among the Christian right wing….    as he has now even come out savaging Planned Parenthood and their child murdering scheme.    Trump is a mixed bag….     he actually supports legalizing drugs !   Not a typical RINO eh ?

So you might want to do some more research into all the available candidates before you finalize your end game strategies.

 

 

[Math RoninParticipant]

I’ve spent the better part of this year contemplating something similar. Although the specifics of our situations are very different, I’ll tell you briefly my situation and what I came up with.

I worked for many years as a “quant” before there was such a thing: there were just guys with good technical abilities and we could do what we wanted and find good employment even without PhDs. But times changed, and eventually I went back to get my PhD in statistics. Long story short, my wife developed Multiple Sclerosis and knowing how intensive grad school and dealing with my wife’s health problems were, I opted to stop grad school and go back into research. Jobs still paid well, but weren’t as secure. Eventually my wife got so bad, I had to quit my job and work from home doing whatever work I could: a contract from the Air Force here, a tutoring service I ran on the side, and even drove delivering Chinese food when I could. Our bank account dwindled, she got worse, and just when we were cleaned out, she left me to go live with her son. She cleaned out our bank account and for a few moths I had to live out of my van. I was high and dry and for a few years scraped by as an adjunct. This year, I finally got stable enough that I went back and reconsidered my dream of getting a PhD in stats. I decided against it. I’ll tell you some considerations I had to go through and questions I had to answer:

1. Do I really have the desire to work hard at this? Success in anything requires a great deal of effort, and any creative endeavor (writing or math) requires passion. It has to be the thing you want to do the first thing when you get up, what you think about throughout the day, and what you dream about at night. I did this when I was in my 20’s to my 40’s, but now I’m 53 and decided I don’t want to spend my time working that hard, and I quite frankly, I don’t have the energy I used to
2. Can I realistically compete? I have friends who dabble in research and they never meet with success. The people I would compete against are young guns from Berkeley, Stanford, MIT. I know at this stage I don’t have the same mental prowess I had when I was young. I can’t go toe to toe with them anymore. I don’t know what level you plan to write at, but if you have significant ambitions, you have to realize what you are up against.
3. What do you get from this? For many of my quant friends, their motivation is to make a lot of money inventing something or getting a plum job. I like to solve problems. The money, job, and fame are irrelevant to me: I just like to understand how things work and create new things.
4. What outcome would make you happy? A lot of people phrase this as “what do you consider success?” I think it is better to understand what it would take for you to feel happy and fulfilled writing. This may a bit hard to gauge at this point, but try to be in touch with what aspect of writing really resonates with you.
5. What are your strengths and your weaknesses? To me, this was the key to understanding where I fit in. The job market is huge these days and the possibilities are myriad. If you don’t fit into the mainstream reading crowd, don’t despair. Try to get in touch with what aspect of writing you like and follow that. There are many options in internet publishing, which while sometimes not as lucrative or glamorous, might be your cup of tea. Talk to fellow writers, make contacts, read others experiences, try new types of writing if you can’t find success in the first area you try. In my case, I realized that in the end, I wasn’t a research PhD (which is about what 90% of them are). I didn’t want to take the conventional route and spend a lot of time specializing; I wanted to learn a bigger bag of tricks to solve more problems. I like the puzzle more than the study of the pieces.

 

In my case, I decided to go back for my PhD, but in Mathematics with a teaching specialization.  It’s a way of having more security, doing something I find OK doing (I do enjoy teaching stats) and still being in math and doing some contract work on the side. It took  me many years and a lot of hard realizations to figure all this out.

As a final word of advice, I’ve also done some things I always wanted to do (like teach high school) at which I was an abysmal failure. However, I don’t regret trying and failing at these things, because at least I found out. In the same manner, don’t be afraid to try this; you’ll probably hate yourself if you don’t. And if you’re heart is really in it, don’t ever give up; I guarantee you that you will be rewarded in the end.

Good Luck!

Anyone ever watch Tom & Jerry? (love that show by the way), Poor Tom, tries his hardest to catch the little mouse; he plans ahead and all kinds of s~~~. Something I realized though is that most of the time Jerry leads Tom to believe or puts himself in position to manipulate tom into believing he has “caught the mouse” only to pull the rug out from under his ass at the last minute.

I’ve finally realized women do this exactly same type of s~~~, leading you on to believe you have a chance so you proceed to chase a little more, it can have anything to do with women; trying to short-term, long-term, marriage or just trying to f~~~, it doesn’t matter: You always have to play “Tom” in those situations and give up the chase.

She’s in your grasp right? SIKE!! All smoke & mirrors, just like little ol Jerry and guess what? The little women (mice) get to retreat into their little hole all cozy & protected and You, Me, or Tom can’t do a goddamn thing about it. It’s a pointless Push-Pull manipulation game, just like when the little bitch pulls the football out right before he kicks it….That’s just what they do and it’s just not worth playing these types of games and tricks with women, I’m not Indiana Jones.

 

 

[GunslingerParticipant]

Sounds like you have it all figured out my man! Buy whatever you want, drink whatever you want and do whatever you want, I look forward to this day. Only a few more months now and everything will be finalized, and I can’t wait. I already plan on trading the current car in on a new Mustang GT. The current car that was bought with intentions of having a family in the backseat at some point, yea that isn’t happening now. I traded in my first love for it. She was a beauty, dark blue mustang, I knew her so well, and she knew me too, the only woman that’s treated me right outside of my mom. So it’s time for me to have what I want, and it’ll never have a slut inside of it! Just my two dogs…that’s all I need in life. Oh and blunts!

[Jeremiah JohnsonParticipant]

ILiveAgain wrote:

In the end I was just a pill bottle experiment. I had lost ME.

I am crying at this post brother, crying my f~~~ing eyes out! I don’t remember where I left “me” I wasn’t sure who the f~~~ I was anymore. I looked in the mirror today and just balled like a baby. Finally, a day I am not thinking about the pain killer, I have to be home to make more, I have to be here in case it gets bad, I cannot go anywhere without planning my pain killers. MY LIFE WAS GONE, AND ALL THAT WAS LEFT WERE THE OPIATES. I may be in pain, but for the first time in freaking years I FEEL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know it is really hard to explain to others, but just being able to feel, knowing that I can get up tomorrow and not worry about f~~~ing pain meds makes me feel the most free I have felt in years. Pain may kill me, but at least I am free!

Men are at a time when panning for gold in a urinal has a higher probability of success than finding a faithful and loving woman, it is time to go your own way.....

[RedDawnParticipant]

Thanks for all the replies fellas! It’s great to have some validation and empathy. Apparently there is a male contraceptive pill and injections being developed, which will give men more options and protect them from unplanned pregnancies.

In regards to your comment Crazy Canuck, the mother of my son can’t raise my child support. In Australia it goes by the number of nights you have the child as to how much you get paid. She already has him overnight 7 days a week, which is fine with me as the literature on child attachment theory supports the child staying with the primary carer overnight till they are about 4. Anywho, I digress, the thing is I currently pay $33 a month in child support because it all depends on how much I’m earning. I’m a student who has been working for the last six months, (I went part time to finish my last semester in the coming months) and don’t earn much (less than $600 a week). However once I get qualified as a registered nurse and get a full-time job that will change and I’ll pay a whole lot more, though within ‘reason’. Funny thing is she’s a minimalist so she won’t spend all the money. She just doesn’t want to work. Lol I know I wouldn’t want to work with her :S

Finally I’m sorry to hear about your unfortunate circumstances with your furry friends Gunslinger. I too have a couple of dogs, an old Char Pei that I’m certain has dementia and a 1yo Blue Heeler (ACD) that has too much energy for his own good.

 

Courage is the key to life itself - Morgan Freeman

[felixParticipant]

To fill in an elective credit I took this self-paced pass-fail class taught by an ardent feminist.  The kind that go off on you for using the word ‘he’ in the abstract sense.  Something like “In the news it said he flew the plane to …” and she would jump on me “HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WAS A HE!”

The final exam was nothing more than 10 multiple choice questions and I only needed a 70% to pass the test.  So I answered the first 7 questions and left the last three blank.  She grades the test and I am sitting there smiling.  I passed the test, but she was one p~~~ed off feminist because I had pulled that off on her.

more throttle ..... less brakes.....

[MrDextroParticipant]

Satire articles sometimes get me good…oh wait 🙁

Ten years later a girlfriend of mine cheated on me and I threw the guy down the stairs

We live in a world where that could have gotten you arrested; or the dude has mental problems, and waits for you months down the road because you “humiliated” him. Mangina’s are the worst, they will DO anything, anything to show her that you’re the “bad” guy; meanwhile she will finally see what he is and they will blast off into the planes of eternal nirvana…buaha!

That article is beyond my feminist comprehension which is null.

So, it’s finally come to this. Planned Parenthood is the Nazi Soylent Green. No longer are they a euphemism for infanticide, they’ve crossed the moral event horizon into truly evil. I don’t believe we can stop them. Hitler wasn’t stopped. Do you think Obama is going to stop Planned Parenthood?

http://thefederalist.com/2015/07/15/its-getting-tough-to-tell-planned-parenthood-from-nazis/

I suspect this, that they’d give women incentives to have abortions. Then women would go out and get laid, just to make babies and have abortions. Then we’d flood the market with healthy baby organs which we can do all sorts of things.

I’ve been saying this for the past several years, we’re going Nazi Germany. We’re headed that way as we break down our values and “liberate” ourselves from our morals. Germany did that with nightmarish consequences, and how we’ve judged them. Now we’re doing the same thing. Except, Nazi Germany wasn’t that big or powerful. Yes, they did conquer much of Europe, but they didn’t have the military we have, the economy we have, nor the industry we have. Imagine what happens if that is weaponized to conquer the world for a massive eugenics program?

That said, who here wants to make his or her own personal Human Centipede?

I’ve had to change, or have changed my career for want several times over the years.  This is something which some people have rated as one of the more stressful times or experiences of their life, among divorce, moving, and a death in the family.

It really was par for the course at certain times in my life.  I had grown up, and grown up quickly in a very economically depressed area of Ontario.  Having left my home at a very early age, I did whatever I had to do, including spending time homeless.  That, my brothers, is a period of my life which I do not wish to revisit.  Dark days.

I transitioned between jobs as industries collapsed.  The city I was born and grew up in disintegrated in a remarkably short period of time. It functioned as the largest grain elevator port in North America, with several forestry mills, a hub of mining in Ontario, and operated as a very major railway center to name a few.  In the span of ten years, it was reduced to theoretical rubble in an economic sense.

Sometimes I had barely begun to feel comfortable in my boots before I had to make another switch.

I’ve worked from being a cowboy farmhand, to law/regulatory enforcement, to forestry, to pipeline into the oil patch engineering sector.  Hell, my first “real” job at 12 years old was working at a friend’s father’s slaughterhouse, cutting the throats of sheep as they cruised by me, hanging alive by one leg from a piece of logging chain.  How the years have changed.

And here I find myself again.

After experiencing some personal health issues this year, and with a presently decimated economy in my particular area of expertise, I’ve decided to leave said industry and pursue a dream.

I finally have that opportunity.  I’ve paid my house off, and am relatively debt-free.  In a way, my hand is a little forced due to the economy, so I do believe that the old adage of “all things happen for a reason” comes somewhat into play in this case.  It’s also been somewhat forced by my health.  I’ve experienced a bit of a life changing event this year, and it will limit me somewhat.

I’ve banked more than enough money over the years, and have allotted myself one year to begin the pursuit of this dream, paying myself and paying my bills from savings.  I have physical investments which I can peter away, if needs be.  This could quite easily be classified as irresponsible, and the wrong way to approach any project.  But somehow, after this year, I really just don’t simply give a f~~~ about almost anything anymore.  I don’t know if this is cause for worry.  I can’t quite identify with it, as I have always been a fairly mathematical and calculated person in my endeavours.  I’m not sure if I have lost some of my rationality, and concrete thinking.  I’m not certain whether some of the pain medications which I am on are altering my thinking patterns.  And yet, I plan to move ahead with this, starting immediately.

I’ve always wanted to be a writer.  In a professional sense.  I have no formal training in this arena.  I have started to write a book, and I will see this through to completion.  I am not a quitter, but it’s not like people have never failed with such endeavours, so it might be all for naught.

Do you guys think I am insane for this?  Is this a completely f~~~ed up, irresponsible and grandly stupid move on my part?  It is not often that I feel uncertain of my actions, but everything seems to feel that way of late.  I admire, and trust the judgement of many in these forums and am openly asking for your thoughts and criticisms.

I would also very much appreciate any advice from any MGTOWs here who might well have been, or are in fact writers as well.

This post probably sounds very odd, misguided and stupid.  But there is something in me, very strongly driving me to do this, even though it defies logic.

Have I lost my mind on this one?

[peterfaParticipant]

I’ve decided that in order something to be funny, it must…

• Be an expression of anger (arguing from authority on this one)
• Make fun of the audience’s perspective – “It’s funny because it’s true…” is more like, “This is how you look at those people, and it’s silly on your part.”
• Demonstrate some moral or some virtue, “Here’s how you fail…”
• Relate. The audience has to believe it enough to be relevant. The audience must relate or it doesn’t matter.
• Push comfort zones.
• Offers unexpected insight.

Feminists fail because:

• They’re not telling the truth about which they are angry. They’re trying to make it look like something else. They’re trying to mock real humans who have emotion. Do you really want to be that kind of person?
• They don’t make fun of the audience’s perspective, or what they’re pointing out is downright untrue. The audience cannot agree. Also, this is them dictating virtue, and that feels patronizing, it’s not easy to get into that. It’s actually harmful because if a person is sensitive, about something, you cannot make fun of them in good nature. Like, if someone has a big nose, and they’re OK with it, you can tease them for it, but if they’re insecure about it, then it hurts. Well, men are made to feel guilty all the time about their sexuality, and that’s where feminists always strike. It worked before, so let’s keep wailing at it.
• What moral do they demonstrate? That it’s wrong to rape? We know that already.
• They don’t even demonstrate a moral failing of the audience. We already know rape is wrong.
• You can’t push a comfort zone if the idea is just stupid. “All monkeys throw poos, get it?” haha, wait. Why am I laughing. I know poo flinging by monkeys is funny, but that doesn’t push my comfort zone.
• I don’t think my b~~~~ are going to shrink into a mangina, nor do I agree false logic reveals a character flaw of these people who do not agree. Take that, Watson. Nor do I think that football played by men for the fun of competition demonstrates the toxic masculinity that leads to rape. It’s not insightful, it’s just illogical. It’s just a chaotic silliness in the head of the silly girl, suffering from a partially psychotic personality disorder (schizotypal maybe?).

Rodney Dangerfield, the guy who’s line was, “I get no respect,” used to be so angry that nobody took him seriously. Then he created his routine. It was a relief of his frustration, but invites us, the audience, to laugh at ourselves for how we look at him. It’s precisely illogical to judge a person for their bulging eyes, and think they’re not mentally competent like we. The insight he offers does demonstrate ridiculous situations that demonstrate constant reminders of the chagrin we face on a daily basis, only he can’t escape them like we can.

I too love to make fun of myself. I tend to be serious and take myself serious. I’m analytical and sometimes I catch my ego beginning to grow again, especially after success. Humor is a way of relieving myself of my ego but relieving myself of my own misery. You know I’m feeling good about myself when I say stuff to make myself sound really stupid, or weird, or just trying to engineer an awkward situation.

Dead baby jokes are never true, but they do push our comfort zones. They’re funny precisely because we feel guilty and shouldn’t laugh. They relieve us the pressure of being so serious about dead babies. Nobody likes dead babies. Pushing people’s comfort zone into considering seriously immoral things like throwing them against a wall while covered in paint to paint the wall is morbid and nobody would think of this. So a joke that makes us picture that is funny for that reason, though we might feel guilty for it afterwards.

How many dead babies does it take to paint a wall? Trick question, it depends on how hard you throw them.

How many feminists does it take to change the world? Depends on how many clever jokes they may make. (OK, I tried.)

The subject of humor, which is difficult because it’s subjective, and yet demonstrates it’s own existence was brought up in the case of Leonard Vs. Pepsi Co. Pepsi Co. made an ad that jokingly said if you get so many Pepsipoints, Pepsi Co. will give you a harrier jet (though legally, it may only be a non-functioning one). Leonard did some math and found out that the jet is more than the points. So he got some investors together to purchase the point necessary to get the jet. Pepsi Co., as you’d expect, told them to go stick it somewhere. Leonard sued.

http://www.cbsnews.com/news/1996-man-sues-pepsi-for-not-giving-him-a-harrier-jet/

So the question is, is Pepsi Co. bound to a contract because that was an offer? Was that an offer that Leonard accepted? It must be demonstrated to be a joke evidently so that it can be seen not as an offer but in jest. I thought the decision was surprisingly well written (http://www.classcaster.org/449/10564-Leonard%20v.%20Pepsico.pdf):

3. Whether the Commercial Was “Evidently Done In Jest”

Plaintiff’s insistence that the commercial appears to be a serious offer requires the Court to explain why the commercial is funny. Explaining why a joke is funny is a daunting task; as the essayist E.B. White has remarked, “Humor can be dissected, as a frog can, but the thing dies in the process….” FN11 The commercial is the embodiment of what defendant appropriately characterizes as “zany humor.” (Def. Mem. at 18.)

FN11. Quoted in Gerald R. Ford, Humor and the Presidency 23 (1987).  First, the commercial suggests, as commercials often do, that use of the advertised product will transform what, for most youth, can be a fairly routine and ordinary experience. The military tattoo and stirring martial music, as well as the use of subtitles in a Courier font that scroll terse messages across the screen, such as “MONDAY 7:58 AM,” evoke military and espionage thrillers. The implication of the commercial is that Pepsi Stuff merchandise will inject drama and moment into hitherto unexceptional lives. The commercial in this case thus makes the exaggerated claims similar to those of 10 many television advertisements: that by consuming the featured clothing, car, beer, or potato chips, one will become attractive, stylish, desirable, and admired by all. A reasonable viewer would understand such advertisements as mere puffery, not as statements of fact, see, e.g., Hubbard v. General Motors Corp., 95 Civ. 4362(AGS), 1996 WL 274018, at *6 (S.D.N.Y. May 22, 1996) (advertisement describing automobile as “Like a Rock,” was mere puffery, not a warranty of quality); Lovett, 207 N.Y.S. at 756; and refrain from interpreting the promises of the commercial as being literally true.

Second, the callow youth featured in the commercial is a highly improbable pilot, one who could barely be trusted with the keys to his parents’ car, much less the prize aircraft of the United States Marine Corps. Rather than checking the fuel gauges on his aircraft, the teenager spends his precious preflight minutes preening. The youth’s concern for his coiffure appears to extend to his flying without a helmet. Finally, the teenager’s comment that flying a Harrier Jet to school “sure beats the bus” evinces an improbably insouciant attitude toward the relative difficulty and danger of piloting a fighter plane in a residential area, as opposed to taking public transportation. FN12