…an autonomous entity…

…so I was listening to Stardusk. He mentioned being an autonomous entity-separate from the MRM and feminism.

…to me that is key to MGTOW…

…it’s funnier than shit how men who basically want to be left alone to pursue their hobbies and interests are so hated. Or maybe it’s sad…

…so, as I’ve said many times before, I’ll never be a feminist or an MRA…

…and you probably figured out I don’t much like that homo-erotic boi’s club that is the alternative right…

just for shiggs and gittles…

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Tell Me I’m Riiight!!!

Back in the day, I was hanging out with one of my less agreeable friends. We had very little in common except for a love of heavy metal. He had been in the US since he was 12 but still had a thick accent. He was born in Israel. He had a huge temper. I met him during my lean years. He’d make fun of me because my jeans had holes in them and not the fashionable kind, the falling apart cause I’m fucking broke kind. He’d make fun of the fact that when we’d go out to eat, I could only afford an appetizer. Well, he was in his late 20’s and still living with mommy. Easy to have the disposable income when you live with mommy. Heck, he even drove a beemer.

Well, he could be funny at times. He didn’t intend to be but I guess that made it funnier. He told me about his breakup with his girl. “It’s not you it’s me” he said she told him. Ouch, that’s like when you go to a job interview and hear, “Don’t call us we’ll call you.” I never met the lady but in all fairness to her he was ornery. Heck, as I said above, he had a temper and maybe she just said that to try and placate him. Anyways, as he went on, what’s the phrase? A little more information than I needed to know. He told me about how they had bought stuff together and they were dividing it up. Y’know DVD’s, CD’s, and um, **cough** **cough** sex toys. He related how he had bought her a vibrator. He was dissappointed she had kept that. I’ve never bought a sex toy, but I’d imagine much like a toothbrush, ownership is determined by whose orifice it was in. Not by whose name was on the receipt. I doubt his future GF was gonna be hot on the idea of using the same toy as the previous girl. I couldn’t understand his attachment to the toy. We never discussed feminism, but, uh, maybe he was “open minded” in a Hugo Schwyzer kinda way and, uh, she had used it on him. Yeesh…

And while we’re on the questionable humor track….

I’m not a PUA, but if I was…

I’d hang out at an adult novelty store and every time I saw an empowered womyn buying a vibrator, I’d be all, “Heeey baaabe, why ya gettin’ that when this don’t need batteries” as I grabbed my crotch. Hehe, I’m pretty sure that’s as good a way to get punched in the face as anything Roosh could come up with. Any of my fearless commenters want to try it and get back to me?

Anyways, despite my handle, this might surprise allot of readers. I rarely smoke marijuana. Given a choice I’d rather eat the stuff or better yet do shrooms. Heck, I’ve maybe smoked with 2 or 3 people in the past couple of years. I’ve gotta be really comfortable with someone to blaze with ’em. If your a shredding guitarist who idolizes Slash or a cute brunette with with libertine sexual attitudes, we might make good smoking buddies…

One time my irritable Israeli buddy called me up. He mentioned that he had offered to smoke with me several times but I hadn’t taken him up on the offer.

He said, “Maan, your such a poosy!”

I was hesitant, “uh, well…”

“Well, whot, maan???”

“Well, if ya want me to be honest, you can kinda be a jerk…

…and, uh, well…

…it’d be kinda weird if I smoked with you and I was just a little buzzed and then I said something random, and, uh, you got really mad, and uh, I’d like laugh and then, um you might punch me or some shit…”

He shouted back, “I caan’t belieeeve yo maaan. You’re sooo fuckin’ immature maan. You mutherfukker!”

I excused myself and couldn’t help laughing as the point had been proven…

Anther time we went to check out some bands together. I had recently been in a car wreck, my shoulder still hurts from it sometimes. My buddy was in one of his moods. I pretty much avoided him most of the night. We went to a hot dog stand and all he did was complain. Haha, I guess he was expecting Gormet for $4.99… Irritable, impatient, beemer–maybe there’s some kind of dark triad correlation I’m not seeing, but this guy drove like a maniac.

“Flash before my eyes, now it’s time to die.”

I am being overly dramatic, but it was a good excuse for some vintage Metallica.

It must’ve been 2am. We were heading onto the on ramp for the freeway. There was a car infront of us, going about half the speed limit. Y’know how after driving for awhile ya get that sixth sense that some cars you should just give allot of space. I was feeling that at this moment. Maybe we were dealing with an “impaired driver.” Maybe it was an out of towner who was lost. Anyways, Mr. Impatient didn’t have that sixth sense. He pulled into the next lane and gunned it. He seemed to want to prove that his car could do zero to sixty in 2.367 seconds. My guts clenched up that way guts do when one is on a roller coaster just before the big drop. The idiot ahead of us drifted into our lane. I heard the horn. In what seemed like too long a time, I felt the brakes. Heck I think I smelled a little smoke. I thought tasted something acrid, maybe I was throwing up a little.

“Jesus.Fucking.Christ” I screamed…

Oh, well, close only counts in horseshoes and handgrenades…

I apologized. I mentioned I was still on edge from the car wreck I was in a few days earlier. I woulda been able to leave things there, I didn’t expect his next words…

“I was riiight…”

“Wha???”

“I was Riiight. Tell me I was Riiiiight.”

I just shook my head, I think I was silent for the rest of the ride.

Sometimes it’s better to avoid an accident than be right. Sometimes it’s better to avoid a fight than be right.

He’s one of those “friends” I just lost contact with. Sometimes it’s better that way.

Self Defense vs. Fighting…

I think I heard about this guy through Daran at Feminist Critics. I’ve been in a fight or 3 back in the day. Somehow, trouble seems to find me, I’m one of those assholes. I’m ready to move onto others things in this world though…

Here’s a very interesting read…

Upon discovering this site, I read through for about 2+ hours…

Here’s a link that’ll make A. Marcotte and H. Skeezer vewy, vewy angwee… hahaha, if you infact are looking for a fight, you might want to drop this off at a feminist site and see how fast you get banned…