side effects

no strings attached relationships still the best

101% agree, avoid at all cost.

dont try to fix damaged woman, they will consolidate all the strength from their ex(es), and expect u will be on par on better than them, if u not, after a while she be with u, their b-i-tchy dna will start engine, and make ur brain damaged.

so sexing is ok, dont try understand them

who cares .. fk n run , dn need to worry about anything else . if u feel that she is too damaged then u urself dont get too emotionally attached to her , just fk and run

Fellows;


I am luckier than most guys in many respects. Probably the biggest thing in my favor is that both of my parents warned me about marraige and women. My mother was very vocal about women and their nasty ways. For this I will always be grateful. She told me in no uncertain terms that women were pretty much all whores and liars, and that for all practical purposes, there were no exceptions. This view is echoed by the Bible as well, as shown by verses in Proverbs and Ecclesiaistes, for those of you silly boys who still embrace Christianity.

Probably the most important bit of information she gave me was that women do NOT age well. She kept telling me that if I could just get to the age of thirty, I "would be home free", as she put it. At the time, I didn't fully understand it. I do now. It's not just a matter of your sex drive diminishing as you get older, but something far more important. A woman's looks almost always head for the gutter as she ages. The more kids she has, the faster her looks deteriorate. I'm not talking when she hits fifty, or even forty.

Thirty. Maybe sooner.

This isn't just an issue of her face loosing that "youthful glow". I recall visiting a Christian relationship site recently that was tactfully talking about how a woman loses her beauty by forty. It said that she wouldn't turn many heads anymore. I thought, "Yeah; she won't turn any heads at forty. Maybe a few stomachs- but no heads."

This is one of the greatest secrets that few people talk about, and young men are almost never warned about. Women get ugly. BUTT UGLY. Even if she doesn't grow obese, as most women do, they develope cellulite.

Cellulite.

Oh, God. Have you ever walked down the aisle in a store and observed the women waddling along in short pants? Have you ever looked at their legs? Their thighs? A ghastly sight. Cellulite jiggling in every direction. It's like the old fifties sci-fi movie "The Blob". Sometimes I'm afraid it's going to jump out and envelope me.

Ick.

Ponder her buttocks. More cellulite. Lots more fat. You could set up a table for six on some of the female bums out there.

Her belly could handle the overflow. I was watching a show on one of the Discovery channels the other day and they were talking about how a woman's belly can grow and stretch to accomodate pregnancy. Yes, indeed. A woman's belly can grow to resemble a beached whale in short order. (It rarely shrinks back)

Contemplate her breasts. Ah, yes. The twin orbs of pleasure that young men so foolishly lust after.

Why?

They're a couple of sacks of fat with oozing nipples on the end. Very few women's breasts look like the one's you see in the movies. Normally, most breasts are NOT attractive at all. They droop. Sometimes they're not identical. Some look like gourds. When children come along, they sag badly. Very badly. Sometimes down to their belly, which by this time is also sagging in a race to hit the floor. In a woman, everything heads south, my friends. NEVER forget this.

I'm going to be blunt. Have you ever smelled a vagina? Seriously. I mean in it's natural, unwashed state? Really stuck your nose right down there and taken a deep breath?

Once.

My G-d. The stench could have knocked a buzzard off a shit wagon at fifty paces. To this day I swear there was a cloud of flies buzzing around that portal of doom. Sometimes when riding my Harley-Beasties around the rural roads here in Oregon, I encounter dead skunks. Road kill. We have a lot of them here, and when they've been baking in the summer sun, you can smell them a long way off even at sixty miles per hour.

Vaginas tend to be even nastier.

I have long said that a vagina is a cesspool of filth and disease, and that I will never place any part of my anatomy into such a sewer. With the odds that a woman has herpes or HPV, this statement is even more true today.

Nature has a clever trick to warn us of danger. Smell. If you encounter something that smells bad, or rancid, Nature is telling you to get away.

(Danger, danger Will Robinson!)

You are being warned that something is probably carrying disease, and is filthy. Definatley not fit for human consumption.

Consider what comes out of a woman's vagina when she has a period. It's not just blood, boys. Other nasty stuff sloughes off. If she has HPV, then dead warts (if she's being treated) come oozing out. Or dead pre-cancerous lesions. Scabs. Brown slime that reeks.

Doubt me? Visit any HPV forum and read the stories. It's enough to make a Billy-Goat puke.

And they wonder why so many men don't want to perform oral sex......

Think about her rectum. Yep. Her butt-hole. Think about how close it is to her vagina. Do you REALLY want your gonads slapping up against her poop-shute?

Really?

How carefully does she wipe after she uses the toilet? Do you know? Of course not. You're taking it on faith that she is very sanitary, and we all know we can trust women.

Look at her pretty face. Think about her mouth. Can you say gingivitus? Tooth decay? Mucous? Plaque? The human mouth is FILTHY, and a woman's mouth is no exception, bucko. She can also carry Herpes and HPV in her mouth from all those blow jobs she's been giving out to every guy in town. Blow jobs that mysteriously disappear once married, I might add.

Look at her beady little eyes. Will they look so pretty when she is squinting through glasses that are as thick as coke bottle bottoms? When they're oozing? When they are dull and lifeless as she hits middle age?

Have you ever watched how a woman's skin sags? Their skin ages much faster than a man's. Loss of collagen you know. They soon look like a mummy. Surely you've seen a middle-aged couple walking along. The man is fifty. In shape. Pleasantly greying on the sides of his head. A bounce in his step.

Jaunty.

Then look at his wife

She looks like an open-casket funeral. The stench of death is about her. He's just hitting his prime in looks, while she's flying towards death. Yes, she may outlive him. If you can call occupying a rotting carcass living.

Deconstruct the female.

This is a common theme by celibate males who seek to warn men about the realities of women.

Deconstruct the female.

I'm sure sometimes women wonder why I'm smiling as I go about my business. It's not just that I'm friendly. I'm deconstructing in my mind. Many times this has saved me.

Women produce the same filth and excretions as men. They require deodrants both for underarms, and even worse, for down below. What happens when a woman uses the toilet? Do you think it comes out smelling like roses? Think again.

Understand that your sex drive is irrational. It's designed by nature to get you to breed. Once the breeding is done, your sex drive diminishes and her looks disappear. Nature doesn't want her being desireable to other men. She needs to take care of the little children, so nature makes her ugly. The more children, the uglier she gets. It's a normal biologiacl result of breeding.

Stop and analyze why you feel desire for a woman. You're being manipulated by nature to do something that is NOT in your personal best interest. It will not be advantageous in any way to breed with a woman. You will be drained physically, emotionally, spiritually and financially. Consider the other examples in nature of males being used and cast aside after breeding. Once they have served their purpose, they are useless to the female.

Do you think you will be treated any differently when the female has used you for breeding? You will only be around as long as she feels she need you financially. No longer.

Deconstruct the female.

Understand what she is physically. Understand the forces that drive her to breed, and the part you play. Is this what you want? To spend your short life in this fashion? Are you destined to be a slave to your desires? Can you rise above nature? Can you use your mind to control your actions?

Are you better and stronger than the other creatures in the world, or are you a slave to your passions just as surely as a dog?

The choice is yours.

Clear your mind of lust. Avoid looking at women. Avoid porn. Masturbate if needed when yonger- or older. Don't date. Don't socialize with women. Concentrate on your hobbies. Your work. Your exercising.

Buy a motorcycle if you can swing it. Ride. Commune with nature. Contemplate your naval. Read the classics. Take up bicycling. Hiking.

Anything.

Use your energies in ways that benefit YOU, not some oozing gash. You don't have to be just another cog in the Matriarchy. Live for yourself.

Whew.

I must end this now, as nature is calling. I'm going to take a much-deserved dump in my newly redecorated bachelor bathroom that no Vagina-Beasty has ever fouled.

Christopher

Who the heck is this Christopher?
Man, he can start his own religion and be a true WinRAR!

Park here so can follow tyler's story.......

damn.
good read.

Tough, marry them young...not when you're young. Make money when young, just get part timers at that time. When ready, marry them 10-20 years younger than you, they'll come when you park your 3-pointed star at their doorstep or their parents will push them to marry you. Dun envy your friends who married young as they will envy you when they bring their prunes...lol!

You Sir, i agree. Especially to girls who do not move on.

So, those got MILF fetish will never have a proper successful relationship?

aiya how about those wimminz that everyday change bf like change clothes??? macam they will be hurt like that...

TL:DR

ini

piap piap first, then talk
if pretty, take responsibility
if ugly, i wont piap piap first

There are so many things about women that under the best of circumstances should cause a man to run away from them. In these days of rabid feminism and STD's, a thinking man has run out of reasons to have any dealings with women.

I pity men in their twenties. It's a scary battle to fight, if a man even has the wisdom to do so. Most men just give in, and allow themselves to be manipulated by their sexual lust, not realizing that they are just pawns in nature's breeding process, only to be discarded when they have served their purpose.

Nature (and women) knows nothing of mercy. Ponder how various species of animals feed upon each other. It's a brutal world that most of us are sheltered from, and we often don't realize that human relationship are also dictated by nature, that same cruel mistress that allows animals to be ripped apart by others. Think of the shark, the lion, and virtually all meat-eating animals. It's brutal, but part of the natural order of things. Consider the "acts of God" such as tornadoes and earthquakes that kill vast numbers of people.

Relationship between humans are no less brutal. Think of the wars that have killed millions. Men are used and slaughtered by governments with abandon. The military has always taken men and used them to fight battles that benefit "society", meaning women. Men are expendable to society and nature. And to women.

I merely propose stepping off of societies treadmill, and refuse to play the game.

Refuse to fight in wars for our corrupt government. Resurrect that famous line from the Vietnam era, "Hell, no, we won't go!" Your life is valuable, and don't let anyone pressure you to be "patriotic". Thousands of American men have already been slaughtered in this insane attempt to protect our country from a threat that never existed in the first place.

Refuse to beat yourself senseless in college, in hopes of attracting a beautiful woman, who will "allow" you to have sex with her when she deems it necessary. (The beauty won't last) Sex just isn't worth the shit you have to put up with in order to get it.

Refuse to fight your way up the corporate ladder so you can be a "good provider" for a woman that hates you anyway. Your employer views you as a number, and couldn't care if you are destroyed by working for them. Stress kills, so find a job you enjoy, and just get by.

Refuse to get married, and become a wage-slave to a family that will never appreciate you, and will be taken from you when your wife decides to dump you (and she will).

Refuse to be one of the legions of men living in a roach infested apartment with several other divorced men because your wife took the home you worked hard to buy for her.

Refuse to spend money on dates in the hope of having access to some wart-encrusted vagina. The money you spend on a date will pale in comparison to the money you will spend getting treated for the STD she gave you.

Refuse to try and impress women with your ridiculous attempts to be macho. It's no different than a male bird flapping his wings trying to get the attention of the female. It's silly, and just makes you look like a fool. You don't realize that women are laughing at your attempts.

Refuse to be manipulated and controlled by your religion, whatever it may be. The churches, synagogues and mosques and their leaders view you as a provider for a woman, and a protector of your country. You are expendable, and to them your submission is essential in order to fulfill your proper role in their grand scheme of things. You're just there to pay tithing.

Now, in order to do the things I have recommended will require strength. Most men have been so emasculated and *****-whipped they are beyond hope. I realize this, and my words are to the enlightened few who actually desire to be something more than just an extension of their penis.

If you really and truly don't want to be used by society, and by that I mean women, religion, government and business, you will have to first realize that from birth, you have been groomed to fulfill your role as an expendable male. Everyone expects you to live your life, and sacrifice it if necessary, for someone else. In all areas of life your happiness is secondary, if even that. Everyone's happiness and safety comes before you, because you, you poor befuddled male, have a penis. You are just a tool to be discarded when no longer needed.

Don't forget this. Society doesn't give a tinker's damn about you. Not you wife, girlfriend, pastor, employer or the government. When you have this firmly entrenched in your mind, then possibly you will make the same decision that I did. Simply refuse to play the game.

Have as few connections with society as possible. Stay out of debt under any circumstances (except for a Harley paymnet-more on that later). By being in debt, you are a slave to the corrupt banks. Avoid having credit cards for any reason.

When I was 16, I had already made the decision that I didn't like women, and didn't want to spend any time in their company. So, I looked for an alternative obsession that would take my time, money and energy, but wouldn't involve being around women. I found two things, and they have been my passion ever since.

I have always loved classical music, and have a truly vast and growing collection. Avoid listening to ANY modern music, as it is designed to get you to think about women, romance and sex. It's very hypnotic, and in this, I agree with Christians. It's evil, and designed to get you to obsess over the flesh. If you have any modern music, trash it. It's garbage, and just re-enforces the matriarchal brainwashing you get bombarded with every day. Join the Musical Heritage Society, and start collecting good music, created by people who actually were gifted. I order much of my music from Amazon, as well.

Secondly, learn how to ride a motorcycle. Don't say you can't do it. You can. It's one of the most liberating experiences known to mankind. Take lessons, and learn how to ride safely. Then go buy a Harley Sportster 883. You can get a new one for about $6500. If you have a job, you can afford one. It's a matter of priorities. You'll spend more in one year of dating some Vagina-Beasty, I can assure you. And a Harley won't give you genital warts.

It will empower you, and distract you. I can't count the number of times going for a ride along the Oregon coast, or back in the deserts of eastern Oregon, or around the massive mountain ranges of the northwest have saved me from loneliness for a woman. When you are out in the wild, communing with the God of nature, you will feel a connection that you never feel when around people, especially women. A woman will always create a rift between you and God. Never forget this. A woman is anti-God. She will always be the stumbling block between you and your creator. Her mere presence prevents God's spirit from being near. She has a negative energy, and will sap your strength.

Every time I ride, I come back renewed. I feel the presence of God, and come back stronger. Riding a motorcycle is one of the finest pleasures still available to men, and allows you to transport yourself solo away from society and the Matriarchy. It saved me when I was young, and today is even more important, as I use it as a way of communing with God. You won't find God in a church full of harpies, whining brats, and thieving pastors. You will find him out in the forests and mountains. I never felt close to God in church. I just felt tense. Used. On my rides, I often stop and ponder God's creation. I rode down to Crater Lake one day, and just stood at the rim looking down. Such incredible beauty on a scale so vast that it has to be seen to be believed. The presence of a woman would have destroyed the moment completely.

Some of the rural highways in north-central Oregon wind their way up deep canyons like the one near Grass Valley. No guard rails, and you can ride along the edge of the narrow highway as it climbs up and up and look almost straight down hundreds of feet into the abyss.

One morning three years ago, when I had my Goldwing, I just decided to wake up at 3 a.m., and climbed aboard and went to Nevada. And came back the same day. One-thousand miles of butt-breaking happiness. I was flying along the highway near summer lake, and ran smack into a huge herd of cattle. They use the highways in that part of the state for cattle drives. I stopped, and they stopped. I was only ten feet from the lead animals, and they seemed to glower at me. I think it was the leather gear I was using, but in my defense, it WAS goat skin. Didn't seem to matter to them, though.

What's the point of this? I share a few of my countless memories that are still in the making, and will be for many years to come, to show you that you can have a full, rich and immensely happy life if you follow my advice. I have no memories of women in my life, for there have been none to speak of. My memories are those of hundreds of rides all around the northwest, and hundreds more to come. My life is a joy, and it's because I'm a man, and I live a man's life. I'm free and independant. So many times when riding, I'll notice men in their mini vans, with fat wives and children, staring enviously at my decked out Harley's and Langlitz Leathers. I paid $2000 for my leathers, and about $500 dollars for each of my Arai helmets, and I didn't have to ask the permission of any woman.

The joy of walking into the Harley dealership when I decide I want a new bike, and being able to just do it is incredible. So, I say to you, or those of you who desire the freedom and happiness of the Harley riding bachelor (meaning me) the first step is simple. If you have a girlfriend, call her up and say "Sweetheart. f*** off. I'm buying a Harley today, and I don't need your mangy ass. Go to hell."

Then go buy your Harley.

Christopher from Oregon

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