Women want to be more than their vaginas, they just fuckin' suck at doing it. [an interlude]
"pussy ain't all I want, unless that's all you've got." - Patrice O'Neal
the only thing more voracious than my appetite for sex, is my appetite for women who absolutely adore me. I don't mean they look at me as if I can do no wrong, that's not realistic. or sustainable. I mean they look at me as if I am the sun itself, and feel they'd be lost in darkness without scorching yet constantly illuminated beacon of hope that is me. the me that makes her afraid to get too close out of fear of being burned, but that she cannot make herself stay away from. her morning star. her own little nuclear inferno, keeping heaven itself in alignment. but in order for us to get there, I have to force them to be more than just some pussy.
this doesn't mean using brutality, physicality, insults, or anything else that might be detrimental to her psyche. Dr. David Buss published an article once detailing mate-retention behaviors that interested me. It basically explains how typically, if a guy of low smv (sexual market value) gets with a woman higher that him, those are typically the behaviors he will exhibit in order to keep her in the relationship. this is often why you see bums dating hot women. in order to even be an option, a woman has to perceive you as "better than her" in whatever metric it is she values most. while most women generally are attracted to the same things, the order in which they prioritize them tends to differ based on many factors. point being, if you're a 4 who can make a 10 feel like a 2, you'll get her.
conversely, if the dynamic is reversed and he's the higher value one (and is actually aware of this), the mate retention tactics switch. it then tends to come in the form of gifts, experiences, wisdom, etc, because he doesn't feel the need to keep her self-esteem low in order to keep her there. but they have to be things that she's actually earned. otherwise this runs the risk of signaling low-status behavior & trying to compensate for some deficiency (aka simping.) which brings us to our main point -
how to make her be more than her pussy
(aka how to make her earn the good things you already want to do for her)
it's quite simple really. ignore how badly you want to fuck her, and treat her like she doesn't have a vagina. not like she has a dick, just that she doesn't have a vagina you can't wait to put yours in. as in - lil' bitch we good, i'll wait.
women have evolved alongside us for as long as we've been here. while they haven't experienced the same level of horrors & violence that we have, they are nowhere near the delicate creatures society has trained men to believe they are. these are the descendants of the same women who had to survive the men being away for months at a time on a hunt. the women who pushed out babies for thousands of years without epidurals or solid scientific medical care. the women who were taken captive by the most brutal warlords who did whatever they wanted with them. the women who defended the homestead & braved the elements when they were alone. statistically speaking they're simply aren't enough of us men to both hunt and protect at all times. which means at some point, just like parents having to run an errand, you gotta leave the kids home alone sometimes and trust you've taught them enough not to burn the house down. operative phrase being "you've taught them".
not because there stupid or incompetent. precisely the opposite. if you had a child who was retarded, would you leave them home alone to manage the house, the other kids, or let alone the family business? NO. THE FUCK. YOU WOULD NOT. and you know it. a quick search of women's chores in the 18th century demonstrated exactly how competent our male ancestors understood the women around them to be, to the point of trusting them with the very livelihood of the family both when the men were away and present.
were their responsibilities always the same as men? no. but did they ultimately have the same power to affect change within the family and either help to ensure its success or demise? absolutely. since the men understood this, they did not infantilize the women the same way men have been taught to do today. so now, we wind up with women who don't respect men as leaders, and men who don't respect themselves enough to lead. because for whatever reason "momma knows best." "happy wife, happy life", "she wears the pants in the family", "yea just let me ask my wife first", or whatever goofy shit we say nowadays.
women want leaders. men want to lead. if you stop accepting her just because she has a pussy and challenge her a bit, you will both go so much further in life. as opposed to women who resent you, you will find women who want to do nothing more but dote on you, be at your beck and call to help you meet your goals, and who never really resist your sexual advances because they genuinely can't help themselves in wanting to earn your validation & revel in those unforgettable intimate moments with you.
I have never been in a relationship where a woman denied me sex or didn't want to do things for me without asking. the first time a woman cleaned up my room, I thought she was weird, because I'd never seen it done by a woman who actually seemed like they enjoyed it the way she did. on TV, it was always portrayed as a burden. and since my own parents were divorced, shit just wasn't a proper dynamic to try to model to the point that I started trying to be the antithesis of what I grew up seeing. I was 17, she was 19, and all she wanted to do was be around me & be of service to me to the point that she would come over and just find things to do without me ever asking. she'd cook. she'd clean. she'd fold my clothes unprompted. and if I was doing something like watching a movie when she came, she'd shut the fuck up and patiently wait for me to finish, or start sucking my dick unprompted. just to pass the time. I laughed at her & made her stop (all but the random dick-sucking of course, i'm not a madman) and she willingly followed my lead. I had no idea the damage I was doing until it was too late. while I got better at managing that over time in other relationships, the price I paid was one I still think about to this day. so ladies - blame her if you wonder why my standards are what they are and why I behave the way I do. I've been spoiled. nowadays if it's not there i don't even want it, and I don't wanna tell you how to be a woman anymore than women want to tell a man to be a man. I can only teach you to adopt my new program, I can’t install the basic system firmware. apple OS shit doesn’t work on windows.
I just act accordingly, and they get in line.
disrespectful? bye. lazy? bye. hard-headed? bye. always on some busy shit? bye. stop asking me to care about things I don’t. your degrees, as impressive as they may be, will never make me want to fuck you or love you more. nor does a lack of one make me want to any less. we. don’t. care. couldn’t be bothered to give a shit either way tbr. thing is… that’s great for you actually, it means you have less of a burden of performance in order to lock down your dream guy. you don’t need to rack up a bunch of debt & student loans in order to get the man of your dreams. I mean… babygirl, respectfully - fuck your career... respectfully. if you lose your job, we'll make it. if I lose mine, how long can I stay at your house before I'm just the bummy nigga living at his girl's house? realistically. weeks? months? certainly not 10+ years. and women usually adore me for this attitude. don't believe me?
boundaries aren't explained, they're enforced. of course you have to leave room for people to make mistakes because sometimes they genuinely just don't know, the same way you don't punish a 5 year old like you would a 25 year old. but women aren't 5. they're collectively over 300,000 years old. this shit is ingrained in them. they know who to play with. they know who they can use for dinners, who'll put up with being talked to any kind of way, who'll walk away, who they can cheat on without him leaving them, and who they can string along. THEY FUCKIN KNOW BRUH. so be the professor to her hot 25 y/o co-ed moldable college mind. the basics are covered, she already knows standard algebra, her modern life revolves around constantly solving for y she has an x... so teach her boolean algebra. teach her logic. teach her to be more than her pussy, and allow her the space & grace to succeed or fail.
if you won't at least attempt to do that, stop complaining about the results you get. otherwise, your wife just might be in my dms. and I might be calling you her wife while she laughs at you and fantasizes about fucking me in your house & then cooking for me right after she takes a well-deserved nap. blowing her back out in the bed where you sleep when you're exhausted from following her lead. on the stairs so she smiles inside every time she goes down them. on the couch where you play call of duty that all of a sudden is a bit wobbly on one arm bc I flipped her upside down & tossed her on it like a pro wrestler off the top rope just to put my dick in her mouth & throatfuck her before she begs me to fill her mouth with cum. and on the kitchen counter where you eat your goofy ass captain crunch in the mornings. that mystery stain on the counter? you won't believe it's not butter.
credits: women historical labor info via thoughtco.com, cartoon via Google, texts via my dms, K. via her kitchen & my iphone.
Holy god what the fuck. Idk how this ended up on my algorithm but what the hell
You really dont respect women so I wish no women respected you