What It REALLY Means To GYOW.

[The_YoungParticipant 1073]

I was watching some videos today. One line that I remember is -MGTOW Is Freedom-‘s idea that every man has his own way of interacting with women. Some talk to them but are aware of the red flags, some pump and dump, others just monk it and stay away completely.

I used to think that monking it was the only way, but to say that I don’t want sex would be incorrect. I’m 20 years old, and I want to f~~~, and that’s a normal thing. I do. And if I deny myself of sex, I’m denying myself of my manhood. Whether I get laid or not is irrelevant, because as I’ve said many times, it does NOT define you or give you true value. My ability to stick a dick in a vagina does not benefit. My ability to work on electrical systems? Or to bring joy to others? Yeah, THAT benefits.

There’s a girl. I haven’t really talked to her yet, but we keep smiling at each other from a distance. For longer than what’s considered “friendly”.

I’m not going to brag or go into details and say how I’m falling in love with a girl I haven’t even had a conversation with yet. But it’s giving me a lot of emotions, or “butterflies”. And I was ashamed of them, but it started to click that I’m perfectly allowed to just go with it. Whether I get rejected or I reject her, or I end up f~~~ing her (with a condom of course), the only thing that will keep my legitimacy and MGTOW status is if I don’t allow women to control me.

I’m the f~~~ing star, this is MY movie. MY terms. I will never compromise for sex. Not this time. Because I know what the red flags are. Manginas, white knights, and blue pill men can’t tell the difference. Thanks to everyone here, my eyes are open, and I will continue my low priority conquest of pussy.

Brother, we need to stick together.

[Anonymous 0]

Just keep your eyes open, brother. We are all different.

[narrow road travelerParticipant 1680]

For me GMOY is realizing women en masse are brainwashed into an antagonizing relashonship with most men. The men they eorship are the policy makers, which cater to thier vanity.

I’m now able to limit my interactions with with them, and still pursue my ondividual goals. Thier shaming is ineffective to me because they’ve commited 1 billion abortions in the West since row v wade. Any attempt at moral superiority to me is insignificant.

Happy GYOW brother.

The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. --Sun Tsu

[KeymasterKeymaster]

You really seem to have your head on right. And you’re only 20. If I could press rewind, I would enjoy going back to do a few minor things differently, but for the most part I played it well and successfully escaped the noose.

Like you, I believe that’s key. For the most part, I was generally “red pill” all my adult life, but I still “went with it” (as you suggest) and made a few minor mistakes. Not big tragic ones, or allowing a woman to change my direction in life. And a controlling female is OUT OF THE QUESTION.

My first real “controlling bitch” was around 25. A severe case of bossiness. Part of her attraction to me was BECAUSE she didn’t get very far being a bitch around me. I called her out constantly and she actually RESPECTED that. However, she was work and it didn’t change her behavior. The s~~~ tests never ended, so I finally had ENOUGH.

It was f~~~ing exhausting.
Like slaying her fire-breathing dragon EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

After that, I only allowed myself to get involved with very feminine and gentle women who were warm, lovely and smiled a lot. There were “butterflies” too, so I would act on it. But it was only a matter of time.

I have never heard anyone make this connection, but I actually believe “the fire breathing dragon” in fairy tales represents every woman’s *inner bitch* (for lack of a better term). And you gotta slay that dragon for an opportunity to climb to the highest room in the tallest tower to kiss the princess.

Though the degrees will vary . . . . . . . on some level, AWALT.

When there were “butterflies”, I knew it was fleeting. And even if I wanted her to mean something more, it was as if they revealed themselves as temporary pleasure at best. I couldn’t GMOW (or be the man I wanted to be) within “a relationship”.

In every “relationship”, I didn’t really like myself. It was all about her. And if it wasn’t, I was the asshole who wanted to stay home. Just can’t work like that.

If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.

[RockmaninoffParticipant 1641]

The_Young wrote:

There’s a girl. I haven’t really talked to her yet, but we keep smiling at each other from a distance. For longer than what’s considered “friendly”.

You will never hear from me (can’t speak for the other gentlemen in this forum) that you’re not allowed to feel that way, or that there is something wrong with you feeling this way. I won’t call you a mangina, a beta, a faux MGTOW, or any of that.

Because even though I’m incredibly jaded at twenty-two years old, though I no longer give women the benefit of the doubt, though I rarely feel the “butterflies” anymore, and though I often doubt the possibility of my connecting with a woman, I won’t try to stifle what may be magic, if magic even exists, between you and someone else.

Good luck in your life!

". . . elle, suivant l’usage des femmes et des chats qui ne viennent pas quand on les appelle et qui viennent quand on ne les appelle pas, s’arrêta devant moi et m’adressa la parole"—Prosper Mérimée

[KimmurielParticipant 480]

I pump and dump.
I am in a band.
I have one regular platonic woman as a friend.
I have one best friend.
I have a warm relationship with my co-workers.

BUT.

I keep them all at arms distance and no one comes in my personal space. I go to them. When they come to me, it’s at a location or in a scenario that is neutral and will not compromise my person.

I’m the hub of the wheel, everyone is a spoke.

"You meet a few exceedingly forsaken, Sit around the cooler refusing domestication" Aesop Rock

[Knights Templar RisingParticipant 5106]

The tactic I am using is the classic “maintain frame”. Don’t spend too much money, and don’t let them into your head.

The girl I have been plowing for the last three weeks already showed her nature. After getting a few orgasms, she eventually pulls out a vibrator for “just one more”. Vibrators are a total turnoff to me, and suddenly whipping one out during sex is a dealbreaker. If she hadn’t just done such a good job riding my c~~~, I probably would have gotten up and walked out.

I’m keeping the pussy for the moment, since she has no idea, pussy with no effort is still good pussy. I will observe her behavior without complaint for the next few weeks, to see if she is addicted to those things. I always use the theory of “give them enough rope to hang themselves”. If she uses it every subsequent time we f~~~, then I know vibrators are her true nature. If so I plan on waiting until the weekend before Christmas to dump her, avoiding the gift while maximizing the psychological impact of the dump. Not only that, the dump will happen in bed if she whips out the mechanical dong. NOTHING burns a bitch more than you rejecting them in the middle of sex.

Sovereignty above all else.

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