I try to avoid personal anecdotes that are too personal, or involve others identifiably close to me, or which cross the line between an anecdote and a kiss and tell all.
I also try to avoid too much carping, or too much pride before a fall, and I am always aware of the danger of coming across as a one hymn choir preaching to the converted, there are always degrees of everything, nothing is quite black and white.
So it is with wimminz.
My current squeeze is looking to be a longer term thing, oh noes I hear you all cry, look what happened to Bill over and what used to the The Spearhead, all those subs and donations went for nothing…
Well, on paper this bitch is a bad bet, leaving her current husband and marriage to be with me, met on a swinging / fucking site, and all that jazz.
In reality I can’t claim that she is drop dead gorgeous model material stunner either, or that she has an amazing mind, or incredibly talented as a such and such.
But what she does have going for her hearkens back to a previous bitch, but even more so, she worships the ground I walk on and will do anything for me, in short, she makes it real easy to have her around, and exists mainly as an asset to her man.
Oh yes, I hear you cry, if that is so, you stupid cuntstruck fool, why wasn’t she such an asset to her previous man, you know, the one she kicked to the kerb to be with you… smartass.
Fact is, this is a bloody good question, and observation, and it deserves a bloody good answer… my problem is, there is one, but it doesn’t go into words very well, but, put it this way, he knows who I am, I’m the one who picks his wife up from their home on a friday and drops her back on a sunday when I have had my way with her…. yup, he is one of them niggerz.
She is the closest thing you can get to the “traditional” woman nowadays, despite the ironic hilarity of the swinging and cuckolding, in that she is a genuine sub who wants nothing more than to be owned, something the niggerz was incapable of.
So in a sense this is a post aimed at those who think MGTOW = celibate monk, it doesn’t have to be, there is a compromise, provided you can find a real sub and of course provided you yourself are a natural dom.
Which is the *real* point of this post.
The subs of the world are the fracked shale oil
Best way to fuck up this fracked shale resource is to act like Captain Save a Ho and try and turn it into artesian light sweet crude, for all their flaws and shortcomings, the modern sub is a beautiful thing when compared to other wimminz and skank ho’s, absolute worst fucking thing you can do is try to fix any of that shit and upgrade the bitch.
It’s like letting a dog sit at your table and eat of your plate, and sleep in your bed, you’re going to completely ruin the fucking dog, mainly because he will no longer know he is a dog and you are his master.
And now we are straying from the anecdotal to the personal, because there is this guy, and I have told and told and told him all this, and he keeps fucking up, gotta treat a skank ho like a skank ho, none of this My Fair Lady shit.
He himself has every excuse under the sun, but the one bit of advice I give him that he ignores, and I mean studiously ignores, and that one bit of advice is this, that you can only carry of the dom / sub thing to some sub slut if she is a genuine sub, and if you are a genuine dom.
And its the “look inside yourself and see if you are a genuine dom” bit in particular that counts, in the same sense that I might say look inside yourself and see if you are a genuine heterosexual… you can’t fake being something you are not, not for long, and not well.
I use these two things (Dom / Queer) deliberately, because there is nothing so unhappy and miserable as someone who is lamenting his homo / hetero sexual orientation, except perhaps someone lamenting his dominant / submissive sexual orientation, because none of these things is under their control, or the subject of a conscious choice.
You see, this guy is in denial about his sexuality in the dom / sub sense, and so blames his failure to find something similar to that which I periodically find, such as the current slut, on the types of skanks he is meeting… which is all very well, but when you apply a bit of substitution analysis, and ask if instead the guy was in denial about his sexuality in the hetero / homo sense, and blames his failure to find a suitable partner on the types of skanks he is meeting……
Just as this guy is no less of a man or person than me because he is more sub than dom himself, he would be no less of a man or person than me because he was more queer than straight, and yet both these groups face ridicule and oppression because of their perceived minority and supposedly deviant states.
Had to leave this and come back to it a day later, which is now, just re-read it quickly, and it does sorta give the impression that I am falling head over heels etc… nothing could be further from the truth, it’s just that I personally don’t really know how to tell a story without rambling a bit and including bits and pieces from all over.
I am at the same time severely handicapped by not being able to say a lot of things, and it is those things that would give proof to my statement above that I’m not losing it in pursuit of some cunt.
If anything, the opposite is the truth, the cunt is losing it in pursuit of me, and because it’s quite agreeable and making a major effort, I go with the flow for as long as that situation maintains.
And this, I guess, really is the crux of the matter.
The situation I am describing with the current squeeze is DYNAMIC, think of an analogue amplifier with two inputs and an output, whereas the situation I am describing with the guy above who keeps fucking up, is he treats it all as a more digital thing, on or off, and if it’s on, it’s on all the way, Spinal Tap, everything cranked up to 11 man….
Despite what all the feminazis and wimminz and niggerz will claim, sexploitation is really, really, really hard to achieve in a dynamic relationshit, but practically inevitable and guaranteed in a steady state digital relationshit.
As I write this, Paul Gadd, real name of Gary Glitter, is in court yet again, some skank is accusing him of getting into bed with her and trying to have sex with her when she was a child, FORTY FUCKING YEARS AGO.
There isn’t any evidence of course, by definition, it’s too fucking long ago, but the poor bastard has already been convicted twice of having illicit porn on a laptop here in the UK, and soliciting young boys for sex in the far east (him and 100,000 other western tourists) and the sad truth is that alone is likely to see him convicted.
Meanwhile watching television at a friend’s house, one of the pundits was talking on the BBC about house prices and mortgages, and came out with the line “since 1985, when records began”
WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!
So Gary Glitter is accused or porking some young bint a whole fucking decade before records began for house prices and mortgages… pull the other one, it’s got fucking bells on.
Selective amnesia because of course that is when runaway house price inflation started, when liar loans and the max 3.5 annual income multiplier was abandoned.
Just like the selective amnesia of the alleged Glitter cock, who forgot all about it for forty fucking years, until his other convictions made her lies more likely to land her a cash bung from the guvvmint for being a victim…. and the selective amnesia of the jury, who will forget all the principles of English justice, no conviction without a FAIR trial, and that means EVIDENCE, not allegation.
Seeing the parallels to the digital vs analogue>?
That’s the problem with the dom/sub, hetero/homo thing, it treats it as binary finery, and the reality is that it is all very dynamic and analogue, even if it spends its while life wavering around a small area that would firmly be either a 1 or a 0 in digital.
This shit is how economies collapse and wars start, and more on that in a follow up piece shortly.
In the meantime, enjoy..