The Man-O-Spere is Sooo Nawt Ghey, Amirite???????

So, uh there is studious intellectual discussion that the Man-o-sphere should be renamed the Cocktogon to avoid sounding “gay.”

Well, there’s some ole metal band called Manowar and they are so-not-gay, if you don’t believe me, there is a video proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is the case….

and if that’s not enough, it’s not like the paragon of masculinity, with his leather and spikes and his motorcycle on stage is gay. Who could evar imagine that Rob Halford is gay, oh, wait….

…it’s kinda like that time you found that discreet “sex party” on Craigslist. Y’know that one where you had to pay a $50 donation at the door and the only rules were that when a woman says no it’s no and what goes on at Club Sex stays at Club Sex. At first you were disappointed at the horrific male-to-female ratio. Then you were cool with it when the tatt’d rocker chick sat between you and the buff marine corps dude at the makeshift bar. She invited you both “upstairs.” At first, both you and the marine were like “let’s see what happens.” Then you got really scared when she mentioned that she likes to watch guys with guys. You were hoping that the rough and tumble jarhead who gave you dirty looks a few moments earlier would have the same look of horror when your eyes met–instead, he gave you a warm smile. Thank gawd for whiskey dick and the fact that you had those two whole Rolling Rocks over the course of ninety minutes. Good thing it didn’t even have to go that far–you’re fast thinking on your feet. You stated “I forgot my condoms in the car” only to run out the door and never come back…

…or maybe it’s more like the time you decided to check out that clothing optional beach during the summer heat wave. You could’ve played it cool and found a deserted area and slowly discovered if the clothesfree lifestyle is right for you. Instead, being the erudite guy you are, you discreetly tailed those three cute girls and set up 25 feet away. In about 10 minutes, the area that was lightly crowded is now packed with you, 20 other guys and the three broads. You’ve been reading your Roissy and your Roosh–they haven’t provided any “tactics” for such a situation but you realize that with no approach, there will be no victory. You shyly walk over au naturel and ask, “Do you have any sunscreen, I forgot mine.” One of the girls shreiks and covers herself up, the one with sunglasses just ignores you and the slightly chubby one says sarcastically, “Didn’t cub scouts teach you to always be prepared?” You walk back to your towel with your shoulders hunched over. The guy accross from you walks over and asks for a cig with the same response. Another guy asks for “the time” and gets the cold shoulder. Finally, a surfer approaches and the girl with the sunglasses gets giddy and laughs at everything he says. He eventually excuses himself to catch some waves.

You could leave at this point, there’s still that deserted stretch of beach 500 feet up. But you don’t. The girls get up and start walking to the water. All of their “fans,” now closer to 30 guys follow like walking dead zombies. You could stay at your towel or still go over to the deserted section. Instead you follow the zombies and the girls. Finally, the girls get out of the water. You follow with the rest of the zombies.

As you lay on your towel, eyes still glued to the ladies, you become aware of the sound of heavy breathing penetrating the sound of crashing waves. Your unsure whether it is yours or the guy who is 3 feet away from you. You’ve already invested this much time and you have your spot. You may feel “uncomfortable” but you dare not leave at this point. The girls pack their belongings at break neck speed. One last guy, an older fellow with a huge belly and a dark tan spits some game. The girls keep on walking and one says curtly “Bye.” Your standing with thirty odd guys, some with their heads down, a few sporting erections. You could’ve chosen the deserted section but you didn’t…..

The Manosphere–


a country song for the Manosphere????

Well, Daisy Deadhead and dungone were battling it out as they always do at Genderratic and Daisy mentioned this song:

I gave it a listen and that first chord sounds like something outta the Mel Bay Beginner Guitar series or something, but the lyrics were great. I’m not getting a cowboy hat any time soon though….

Opinions are like @$$holes…

So, two guys were talking politics…

One was talking about welfare, I called him the Liberal Hoodrat….

The other was saying that the church and peoples families should take care of poor people, not the government. I called him the Tatt’d Social Conservative…

They went on and on….

I butted in on Hoodrat’s convo and said with all that Earned Income credit you get for making your girlfriend pump out babies you should buy me lunch…

He laughed and said diapers are expensive…

The So-con went on and on about taxes. I said the church should pay ’em too. He just gave me a dirty look…

Finally they asked, “What’re you?”

I fired back, “Call me the soft spoken Anarchist.”

Everyone laughed….

Moar Happy ™

So, um, I finally went down to my mailbox and sorted through mostly junk mail. I found a coupon for a free meal at an all you can eat buffet. I didn’t have breakfast so I decided to stuff my face…

haha, a middle aged lady looked my way and just began laughing. Food was spilling out of my mouth. Somewhere during all of this, I thought up a new catch phrase: “More happy than a manosphere dude with a free coupon to the all you can eat buffet or a male feminist at a whore house with a hand full of fifties™”

Yeah, I am gonna hit the weights today…

R Type Final….

So I tracked this one down for $1.99 awhile back, finally got a chance to play it…

I don’t know weather to describe it as psychedelic, futurist or film noir, whatever….

I find it soothing….

So I came accross an interesting quote….

“Feminism is the mistaken idea that a society can create gender equalism by focusing exclusively on the benefit of only one sex.”

Well, if we accept this definition, all those creepy articles at The Good Men Project make sense.  All those people will keep bashing the whole idea of concepts like male disposability.  Those are the same people that will throw around condescending tag lines like “what about teh menz” and accuse anyone who doesn’t accept their views as “mansplainers.” Yup, that seems to sum up my observations pretty neatly….


Well, you’ve probably heard Paul Elam lovingly speak of Hugo Schwyzer and fatuous Mr. Manboobz as Mangina’s…

That silly term always makes me think of Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs….

No, Buffalo Bill, I wouldn’t….

…the future of MGTOW….

So, um, we’ve already seen the split between PUA’s and MRA’s a little while back. Anyone reading articles from both sides had to have seen it coming. Although many critics see the manosphere as one big lump, it’s obvious that the different ideologies are ultimately incompatible. I believe that writers such as Typhone Blue and Girl Writes What (among many others who are far more obscure) are laying down the foundations for what will be comparable or counter theory to feminist theory such as patriarchy, hegemonic masculinity, etc… I also believe that Paul Elam’s views on acquittal at a rape trial will also be an ideological divide between future MRA factions.

Now onto the MGTOW’s. I don’t believe that it is necessarily impossible that a self-proclaimed MGTOW could use elements of game or things that they’ve read on MRM sites. They may be an amalgamation of several ideologies. So, let me state here that MGTOW has probably existed since the beginning of mankind. There’d always be men who went against cultural expectations of marriage and family for whatever reasons. There’d always been guys who went against the grain. The difference now is that these guys can communicate online. I believe however that you’ll see more of a break between the MRA’s and MGTOW’s pretty soon. MRA’s will “complain” about societal injustice and propose solutions to change it. MGTOW’s will find ways to buck the system rather than worrying about changing it. After all, if a man decides never to marry, will he really give a damn if divorce laws are unfair? He may have compassion for other men hurt by these laws or he might think of those guys as chumps. However, he won’t really see it as his battle to go out and make a change.

Individual men may “opt out” for various reasons. Some will fit the stereotype of the basement dwelling neck bearded virgin to a tee. Others may become accomplished in various areas of their lives. They are the type that a nosy stranger would incredulously ask “You don’t have a girlfriend, why not?” They are the type that may have had some female attention since adolescence or may have been a late bloomer. These are the guys who might have “options” but choose other things besides the pursuit of women as the focal point of their lives.

Now, one issue where I think we’ll see a split from various MGTOW’s is on prostitution. It will be similar to how this is a decisive issue among feminists, although, perhaps for different reasons. Some MGTOW’s are likely to point out that men using such services are still continuing the transfer of wealth from men to women even if they aren’t getting married. Other MGTOW’s will probably take the stance that one cannot overcome their biology–if paying for sex is the least compromising to their world view and easiest way for them to attain it, then that will be their proper path. I believe that the general shaming in culture that is used by feminists, PUA’s and So-Cons such as “man-up” is becoming less effective. I don’t know if this will manifest as a greater acceptance of virginity in males or more tolerant attitudes towards pornography and prostitution in the western world. I know many may contest this and say things are measurably moving in the opposite direction.

Now, all this is just pure speculation from a guy whose read tons of articles across the gendersphere. I don’t have scientific training on how to read research papers and my eyes glaze over when I’m shown a graph. Trigger Warning-this is written by a het-cis able bodied male to use that dismissive term used by those who think they are holier than thou. Hey, it’s my perspective and at the end of the day, all I really know. As with everything you read, take with a grain of salt….