The Spearhead had an article about Jack Tuckner, the lawyer who is representing Debrahlee Lorenzana, the woman who “dressed too sexy” at Citibank.  Putting aside the “dressed too sexy” law suit, what struck me was how Tuckner wants to be and is submissive to women.  I’m not surprised he is working for a feminist law firm since he allegedly wants to be a slave to women.  What surprises me is that a man can have those desires in the first place.

I can talk about how my (male) coworkers have been run down after years/decades of living with their wives, but that is not the same thing as Tuckner.  At least my coworkers fight for some time by themselves with things like the car repair class they’re taking.  Plus, they also recognize at some level that they have no good options.  Anything my coworkers might try and do to better their situations is potentially a disaster in the current political and legal climate so they are the “walking dead” more or less.

Tuckner on the other hand allegedly wants to outright submit to a woman/be a woman’s slave and is actually doing it.  Even if it turned out that this wasn’t true of Tuckner, there are many men like that.  I really don’t understand it.  When I’m with Sabrina (or was with Kristen or Rachel), I know I’m the man here not her.  I have the dick, and I am supposed to be in charge not her. Pushback from women tends to be minimal.  For instance, Sabrina has called me an asshole a couple of times but that’s it.  (I’m surprised she isn’t constantly calling me an asshole.)

It’s one thing to talk about guys like my coworkers who are stuck in a lose-lose situation.  It’s another to talk about guys who want to submit and be slaves to women.  I can tell that there is something right about being in charge when it comes to women.  Can’t those guys who want to be slaves to women tell there’s something wrong?  I have a hard time believing the answer is chemicals/toxins or brainwashing because the behavior of these “super-manginas” should be more pervasive if either was the cause.

Sabrina and I have been together for a while now.  I have had lots sex with her.  Yet, I still find myself looking at other women which surprises me.  It’s one thing if I had been married to her for several years, but I have only been with her a few months.  I don’t expect that I would completely ignore all other women, but I would think that I shouldn’t be thinking about nailing other women this much since Sabrina is doing a very good job in this area for me.  I have had a couple of experiences this week that really solidified my confusion.

Earlier this week I took my car in to the mechanic for some routine maintenance.  They found something was broken that needed replacement.  Since it was a relatively quick repair job, I just waited there.  As I was sitting in the waiting room, I had a direct view of the receptionist who kept bending over to take things in and out of a filing cabinet.  She had a nice ass, and I all could do when she bent over was think about nailing her.  Things weren’t helped by the fact that she started getting friendly with me since I was waiting for an extended period of time.

A couple of days ago I got back from work and as I was walking to my condo I happened to be behind this hot chick who also lives in my building.  She had these tight workout clothes on and had obviously just come back from either working out or a run.  She was sweaty and had a great ass which being behind her I had a really good view of.  Again all I could think about was banging her.  Those of you who read my blog know that I have a rule about going after women who live in my building despite the fact that my building has a good number of hot chicks since I don’t want trouble where I live.  Regardless it was another example of what I am talking about.

I don’t understand why I’m thinking about nailing other women this much.  It’s not like Sabrina has ever had a “headache”.  She puts out a lot for me and does an excellent job of keeping my nuts empty.  I don’t see why I should have such powerful desires to bang other women.  What’s going on with me?

Why do women say the things the say?  I started having sex with Sabrina, and I think she’s working off a standard female script.  (For those of you who are wondering I did make the same demand of her for STD testing and it had a similar response that I had before.  I dealt with it in a similar fashion to how I handled it before.)  You may remember how Kristen and Rachel told me things like how sex with me was the best sex they ever had.  Sabrina is going down the same path.  Here are a few things she has said:

  1. This is the best sex she’s ever had
  2. She’s been with “very few” guys
  3. Those previous guys were “wimpy” in bed and the complete opposite of me
  4. My dick is really big

What’s the point of this?  I didn’t do or say anything to prompt her to say any of this.  I didn’t ask Sabrina about any previous sexual encounters with men.  I definitely didn’t ask her about how the size of my dick compared to them.  She volunteered this out of the blue.  Most of this if not all of it has to be made up.  I have only been having sex for a short time.  There is no way I can be the best ever.  And why lie like this?  I didn’t put her into a bind by asking a question with no good answers.  She completely volunteered all of this.  If she’s going to lie why not make it believable?  Say that it was really good not the best sex she’s ever had.

I have to assume that most of this can’t be true because as all of you know, I have heard it before.  It was said differently but it’s all the same more or less.  It’s almost the same script.  More importantly it’s too good to be true even with things like Sabrina making me breakfast the next morning.

There isn’t anything to do about it so I’m not going to do anything about it.  Really who does Sabrina or any other woman think she fooling?

I watched that Jersey Shore series on MTV and had a lot of fun watching the disaster of the group of “guidos” and “guidettes”.  As you know I picked up this chick recently, and so far so good.  As you would expect I finding out things about her.  (Since I should have a fake name for her like my previous women, let’s use Sabrina.)  Sabrina is from Staten Island, NY.  While Staten Island technically isn’t New Jersey, it might as well be.  Three of the guidos and guidettes on the Jersey Shore were from Staten Island.  Sabrina is definitely not a guidette.  Her skin isn’t orange, and she doesn’t do fake everything like a guidette.  (BTW, that crying sound you hear as you read this is David Alexander crying because Sabrina isn’t a guidette.)  Plus, Sabrina has moved away from the New York City-New Jersey area and lives here in the DC area, and I met her at a museum, a place where no guidette would be caught dead in.  Most importantly she doesn’t have any bizarre nicknames (like “The Situation”) and doesn’t call herself the “Kim Kardashian of Staten Island” or any other celebrity of Staten Island.

I think this is an example of God’s interesting sense of humor.  I spent time ragging on things from that part of the world, talking about how I should wear a hazmat suit if I go to the Jersey Shore (which is still a good idea IMO), but now I am involved with a chick from there.

Well, just one chick.  I was at the National Geographic Museum this weekend to see the Terra Cotta Warriors exhibit.  (If you’re going to be in the DC area in the next month get some tickets and go see it.)  I didn’t think that this would be an opportunity for find a chick (or as Susan Walsh would claim, a cum dumpster, since according to her I only relate to women as cum dumpsters), but an opportunity presented itself and I went for it.  We’ll see where this goes.

Today I went to see my eye doctor for my annual eye exam.  He suggested a minor tweak to the prescription for my glasses which arguably I didn’t really need, but insurance paid for nearly all of it and it gives me 20/15 vision.  After the exam one of his staff was helping me out with everything about my new glasses, a really hot chick.  It’s after Valentines Day Vagina Day so it’s time to bring The Experiment out of dormancy.  That means looking for a new woman.  Or as Susan Walsh would say, I’m looking for a new cum dumpster.

I was thinking about going after this chick.  I did have some doubts since if I didn’t know better I might think she was out of my league since she was so hot.  We’re talking hot enough that I wanted to give her a hard pounding and bust a nut inside her (actually bust both my nuts in her).  Yes, I know that’s triple redundant, but you get the idea.  I decided against going after this chick because of the “don’t shit where you eat” principle.  I like my eye doctor, and I don’t want to have to find a new one just because I was nailing one of his employees, and it went sour.  There’s also at least several hot chicks in my condo building, but I don’t go after them based on the “don’t shit where you eat” principle as well.  It’s the right decision.

Regardless I should find a new chick to bang.  A couple of days ago I was watching the movie, Whiteout.  The movie wasn’t that great, but its redeeming feature (besides being in Antarctica) was a scene at the beginning of the movie where Kate Beckinsale takes off all of her clothes and takes a shower.  You can watch in below, but I recommend going to youtube to watch it in HD.

It turned me on even more than I would have expected which I think means I need to find a chick who I can give a hard pounding.

I know there are something like 18 women claiming to be Tiger Woods’s mistresses.  (Ironically, there are 18 holes in golf.)  In reality he probably only had 2 or 3.  This makes him more comparable to what I have been doing by having two girlfriends at the same time.  (Tiger maybe had six mistresses or maybe 5 if his wife counts adding up to six.  You can figure out the really bad joke from that.)

When I started this experiment I assumed that I needed to keep my options open.  I never thought I would be at the point where I would effectively have two girlfriends.  I was thinking that it was going to take a lot more work for me to find even one woman to have sex with me.  As a result at every step I didn’t pick one.  Even when things got to this point I couldn’t give one up even though I knew I had to do it.

I hated what I was doing.  From a practical perspective, it was a headache managing two women like that.  It took up so much time.  I had to remember not to say the other’s name when with either one of them.  Beyond that I hated what I become from a moral/ethical perspective too.  I knew I had to do something about this, but I kept finding ways to not do it.

Well, I finally did it.  Since I couldn’t pick one, I picked none.  I ended it with both of them.  Needless to say it wasn’t fun.  I really don’t want to go into details, but I did manage to avoid “running over myself with my own car“.

It’s all over with Kristen and Rachel.  I’m not going to end the experiment yet, but I am going to take a break from it for two months.  In other words I want to get past Christmas, New Years, and Valentines Day before I try again.  I have learned some lessons from this which will help me the next time.  Next time I want to see if I can do a bit better.  Kristen and Rachel weren’t bad by any means.  Considering how bad lots of women are (just watch that Jersey Shore series on MTV for some proof) I was doing pretty good even with them.  Regardless, I want to see if I can do better.  That should also help with falling into another situation where I’m nailing two women.

The experiment will continue on February 15th.

I have some haters to talk about.

First is Susan Walsh who you might know from Hooking Up Smart.  She called me a dick (which has become a reoccurring theme), and said that I’m incapable of relating to women as more than “cum dumpsters”.  This had me laughing.  You guys have read my posts on this.  You can determine for yourself if I only relate to women as “cum dumpsters”.  What’s really funny about what Susan Walsh said is that if she’s correct, then the reason why I have been able to get women now is because I only relate to women as “cum dumpsters” now.  I suspect this isn’t what Susan Walsh wanted to say.

Second is a piece of hate email from “Catherine”.  Read it below:

You deserve an award for douchebag goodness.  You are the biggest douchebag ever.  You ain’t going to get me on me saying you have a small penis.  I know your penis isn’t small.  I know you’re tall & good looking & very smart & very well endowed.  I once had a boyfriend exactly like you that was all of that.  He was so well endowed like 10 inches endowed.  He screwed me with his giant endowment hurting me.  I can see you so clearly.  You love hurting women during sex.  You guys promote large penis propaganda.  I thought the pain was pleasure until a lesbian told me the truth.

With your large penis lies you will always have a stream of cum dumpster servant girls.  Feminists like me are going to stop you well endowed guys pleasure-pain rape of women.  Real men date feminists.

I really enjoyed reading this piece of hate email.  It deserves an award for creativity.  It’s easy to tell me I have a small zucchini.  It’s harder to turn having a large zucchini into an insult but “Catherine” did.  For all of my haters out there, this is the new gold standard you must aspire to.

I deserve an award for “douchebag goodness”???  Clearly “Catherine” has never seen any of that new Jersey Shore series.  There’s no way I can be more of a douchebag than any guido or guidette.  I never given myself a nickname ever much less one like “the situation”.  (Yes, that’s an actual nickname that one of the guidos gave himself.)

Not only am I a “charter member” of the Illuminati and a reptile alien, I’m also part of some sort of conspiracy of men with large zucchinis.  This is a conspiracy so successful that we all “pleasure-pain rape” women with our large dicks, and they believe they like it.  I don’t know if this is the strangest thing I have ever heard, but its close.  That reminds me.  I have a meeting of the large dick conspiracy this weekend where we will once again measure our large dicks and discuss new ways to “pleasure-pain rape” women.

And “cum dumpster servant girls”???  Why are the terms “cum dumpster” and “douchebag” coming up this much?  Both of those are terms Susan Walsh uses plenty.  I doubt she wrote the hate email from “Catherine” because why would she, but it does seem like an odd coincidence.

If you will excuse me, I’m seeing my “cum dumpster servant girls” soon, and I want to get ready to “pleasure-pain rape” them with my 10 inch zucchini and make them think they like it.

There are many reasons I don’t like having what is essentially two girlfriends.  The moral issues are a big reason. The various practical reasons are also big.  So far I have managed to make everything work.  I have been lucky that I haven’t gotten calls from one when I’m with the other.  I have managed not to say the other’s name when I’m with them.

The fact is I never expected this to happen.  I never thought that I would have two women interested in me at the same time.  After I first met them, I didn’t pick one because I assumed that something would cause me to lose one or both so I didn’t want to lose both.  I thought getting as far as I did would be more difficult and take longer so by definition there would be only one woman at a time (assuming I could have even pulled that off).

I don’t know which one I should dump.  This weekend I have been thinking maybe I should just dump both.  Not only is it an easy solution to the problem, but I having a real problem knowing that both Kristen and Rachel are lying to me.  They are both lying a lot and insulting my intelligence by doing it.

Before going on I recommend everyone read this blog entry at The Better Beta about women lying since I am experiencing the same thing because this is commonplace.  Some of the things Kristen and Rachel have lied to me about are:

  1. How many guys they have been with.  Both of them have told me things along the lines of “I have been with very few guys.”  Kristen is 35 years old.  She has easily been with 2 gazillion guys.  Rachel is only 28 so probably 1.5 gazillion.  Both of them said this as reasons that they did not need STD testing.  Both of them claimed that clearly I have been with way more women then they have been with men because I was pushing for STD testing.
  2. This is the best sex of my life.  Remember Kristen and Rachel aren’t just saying that the sex is good.  They are saying its the BEST they ever had.  Both of them have been with gazillions of guys, and I, the guy who was a virgin three weeks ago, beat them all out by a wide margin.  (Of course, they don’t know I was a virgin a few weeks ago.)  Kristen has told me she hopes the sex doesn’t get any better because if it did she’s worried that she would pass out from all the pleasure.  Rachel told me that she has orgasmed each and every time we have had sex.  Usually it takes her a while for that to happen, and it isn’t consistent even then.  Somehow my superior fucking has given her orgasms always each and every time.  Both of them have done things that lend credence to what they say such has cooking me breakfast the morning after, but it doesn’t change how unbelievable it all is.  If I’m with Kristen and/or Rachel long enough I expect they will start telling me that they have multiple orgasms when I touch their shoulder.
  3. I have never moved this fast with a guy before.  This is more Kristen than Rachel somewhat.  Remember that Kristen threw herself at me on our “first date”.  Kristen explained this later as that she has never wanted sex as much as she has wanted it with me.  As a result she couldn’t “control herself”.  Both of them said that waiting for their STD results to come back was “torture”.  From my experience, there isn’t anything about me that should make a woman want me that much.
  4. I’m willing to do things with you that I’m not willing to do with any other man.  I guess my masculinity is so extreme again that Kristen and Rachel are willing to do things with me that they never would under any other circumstances.  Yeah right.

What really gets me isn’t the lies as much as how outlandish and unbelievable they are.  I might have trouble believing that my first time at sex is really good, but its at least believable compared to the nonsense I’m being fed.  I wish that Kristen and Rachel wouldn’t insult my intelligence like that.  I should dump them both for this, but as The Better Beta points out this behavior is common in women.

I was away or otherwise busy a lot of last week so rather than respond to several comments in their respective threads which may be semi-buried now, I am doing so now.  (All of them are from the Where are the angels coming down from Heaven post.)

Chic Noir wrote:

go ahead sweet draws. if she made you breakfast you must’ve done it pretty darn good. I hate to hear what you’ll have women doing after you’ve done the deed 20+ times.

After 20 or more times, will I get eggs benedict or something equivalent?  In all seriousness, I’m not sure how I could have been that good.  My main concern beforehand was figuring out not to be fumbling around looking like I had never seen a naked woman before.

Chic Noir wrote:

There is a small part of me that cries for your lost purity thought. I liked that sweet innocence.

Kathy wrote:

Me too Chic.

My question to this is: what innocence?  Even before I had sex I looked at enough porn that the idea I had any “innocence” in me was a joke.  For the rest of my response it’s time to include what Indomitable Thoughts wrote:

It’s interesting how women see virgins as “cute” and “innocent” (unfuckable) until they’ve done the deed, despite all evidence to the contrary.

The most important word there is: unfuckable. Sure, I have had these women and others talk about how great it was that I was “innocent”, but what that really means is unfuckable. Obviously, I’m not unfuckable, but it does represent the real problem which is that these women thought I should maintain some form of “purity” (i.e. never have sex) for the rest of my life. Sure they would say something like i should wait for “love” or “someone special”, but let’s face reality. Such a woman doesn’t exist. Thanks to our current culture that is the reality on the ground.

If you think what I’m doing is a bad idea, then I’m willing to have that conversation with you provided you understand reality. It’s either something similar to what I’m doing or never having sex (again) for the rest of my life. If you’re willing to discuss it in those terms (the terms of the reality on the ground) then I will have that conversation with you.

Bhetti wrote:

I don’t think he feels much different. (Except a little happier and curious, with all these new little things to explore.) He said he’s not going to turn into a pickup artist.

Come on, guys. The man’s too much an adult for being sweetly innocent. Barring waiting for marriage (which is an insane option for Mr. Tech and he doesn’t seem to regard ‘purity’ as ‘virginity’), it’s great he allowed himself to explore the pleasure and pains of enjoying a woman. The impression I get was the only reason he didn’t was because he couldn’t be bothered after difficulty before: it seemed too much trouble for what it was worth. All this exploration can only be a good thing for him, getting him first hand and intimate experience with a woman.

I’m seeing him have long-term girlfriends for the forseeable future, but not much commitment since he likes being independent and definitely doesn’t like the idea of a woman having power over him.

Bhetti, have you found some way to telepathically link to my brain? You understand what is going on with me.

I’m not going to turn into a PUA (pickup artist). I don’t have the temperament for that nor the ability. In other words it’s simply impossible.

You’re right that I couldn’t be bothered because of difficulty before. It was like banging my head against the wall. We all know the best part of banging your head against the wall: WHEN YOU STOP. So I stopped. Even as easy as things are now, I am still not sure that this isn’t more trouble than its worth. I probably will have “long term girlfriends” (in quotes because I’m not sure that this is the best way to describe this) for the foreseeable future, but it does have an end date. Those of you familiar with The Fifth Horseman know he has pointed out with increasing numbers of men learning game that feminists will do something to combat it such as scaling up the false rape industry. I have no idea if it will be that or something else, but it is coming. I will not be caught in it whatever it ends up being.

Bhetti, you’re also right that I really don’t like women having power over me. That’s why I won’t be getting married ever (or at least until there are massive socio-legal changes in this area). All of you I have talked about denying women their power, plenty. As a result nothing I do in this area has a real long term future. It’s hopping from woman to woman. This also makes me wonder if its worth it, but for now I continue.

Chic Noir wrote:

Why are you already thinking about the next woman you’re going to be with??? I been at it for 4 years and I only have two so are you batting for 2 in 2 weeks.

Don’t get yourself a bad reputation youngman.

What is with this “young man” nonsense? I’m 9 years older than you. Actually, it was 2 in 1 week, but I’m not counting. You’re 22. I’m 31. There’s a difference.

Elusive Wapiti wrote:

As a brother who encourages others to lead upright lives, I see this event as something less than ideal. I wouldn’t presume to lecture or preach uninvited here, in this forum in which I am a guest. Rather, I am simply expressing an overall sense of sadness as I read this account.

I am glad however at seeing the notion debunked that a man having sex with a woman is the end-all, be-all and/or definer of masculinity. It is hardly that, no matter what the Code Pink-shaming fembots say (Tally is probably correct that, having lost the ability to impugn your masculinity by mocking your virginity, they’ll probably accuse you of having a short pitot tube or low manifold pressure–euphemisms for having a small dick–next).

Yes, this isn’t ideal. But what is in this area? It’s an imperfect solution for an imperfect fucked up world.

Clearly, I have shown that sex with a woman is meaningless a definer of manhood. Anytime anyone wants proof that such ideas are nonsense all they have to do is point to this series of blog posts.

I already get accused of having a small dick. Nothing new there.

I saved the best for last.

Anonymous wrote:

I think the better part of this experiment is finding out that women aren’t as elusive as you originally thought. Maybe you and your bros can do without sexbots and women slaggin’ blogs after all.

This has me ROTFLAMO for hours. Before I respond further let me add what Monad wrote in response:

Oh…the shaming language of it all!

Yes PM/AFT, all our blogs, websites and forums are just slaggin’ the bytches off coz we havent managed to put our shlongs in one of those elusive wet holes.

Well mate, since you got a shag you have absolutely no reason to take issue with women anymore…you can now close your blog.

I guess so. I’m closing the blog now that I have gotten laid….Just kidding.

This experience has not changed my mind on ANYTHING. I’m still against getting married because given the current social and legal climate, it is like putting your dick into a meat grinder. I still believe that sex bots, VR sex, artificial wombs, and the rest are important pieces of technology that need to be developed as soon as possible to help liberate men. I believe in this as much now as when I was a virgin.

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