(EDIT – May 2016 This has been far and away my most popular post, I read every comment I get and the messages are still somewhat active, so feel free to post, what follows is the untouched original post)
I hate women. I really do. I never wanted to, and I know there are a small minority out there I would like (and actually like a few) but the vast majority I utterly despise. Whether it is their bloated carcasses that demand me to respect their despite the repulsive appearance, or femcunts who have systematically defied thousands of years of evolution to come to the lie that males are not needed in society.
I think women are less intelligent than males in a majority of topics. I think they are weaker than males. I think the natural balance is for a male to protect and provide for a woman, and for a woman to comfort a man. A real man sometimes does just need to be hugged or kissed or sexually embraced, not have constant combat even with the females in his life.
The first time I ever heard the term ‘mgtow’ (men going their own way) was on M3’s blog. (http://whoism3.wordpress.com/) The more I thought about it, the more I realized it applied to me. I was hurt very bad by a girl I loved. I rebounded bouncing through a short spree of girls with my ‘liberated’ sexual energies. It left me shallow and empty. So what, I could hook up and have sex with girls, I could get off, but I gave a shit about these girls. We were just using each other. Pathetic- for both of us.
When I came across that term, MGTOW, I found out it was about men who are not gay, just totally done with girls and the society rigged against men. I had my own reasons to be done with them, and with everything that I see with my newly opened eyes only crystallized the contempt I had for females corrupted by feminism.
It is sad I might need to restate it. But I am not gay, and I would LOVE to have a girl to protect, but I am surrounded by girls I really do not have the slightest inclination to have anything to do with.
I spent over a year immersed in ‘the pill’/matrix, studying how to get girls. I refined my art, and all it got me was anger at the hypocrisy around me, and shallow hookups. I realized how badly the society we live in is slanted against males. I read story after story of males being ‘raped’ by society, while women looked on using the mantle of victimhood to hide behind. I got more satisfaction from 50 mile bike rides than I did having girls give me blow jobs.
I live in a world where only a small number of males and females get it, most are deluded into thinking there is some sort of ‘male burden’ we have to pay off, and flog themselves in a race to show who is ‘more sorry’ for the crime of being a man.
Fuck that. I am a man. I am proud of it. If I find a women I want for anything more than sex (and even there are not many in that category) she will find an amazing protector and lover. But until then, I do not need these spoiled princess feminists and their cock-pounded pussys.
I am going my own way, thank you whore.