A blog post on Return Of Kings by the same title had someone offer the following comment and it is well worth considering for the Post Millenial young man.
Hmmm – why would it matter? What is this programmed “need to get laid”? I don’t want to see any bullshit that you need sex or you die. Look at all those fat ugly stupid broke dick fellows out there who are so far from getting laid they even masturbate in their wet dreams.
Have any of them rolled over and died because they could not, or would not, get laid?
This notion that we NEED sex is part of the fuel of the feminist movement, because this instilled “need to get laid” is the only agency they have over us. We all know the drill: when a woman with high SMV makes demands, they are met. That’s how the pretty ones can be the most horrible people you meet because they had a lifetime of getting a pass because of their looks (and hence, they get even worse in a kind of death spiral).
What happens when a woman of low SMV makes demands? She gets told to fuck off.
Now, imagine if the hordes of privileged upper middle class white women, never having been oppressed, started their moves and were collectively told to fuck off?
But what happens instead? Well, their first line is “What’s the matter, bitter because you can’t get a date/laid?”. I’ve heard this, you all heard this.
And lo and behold the media uses movies and little news stories making implications that if you don’t grovel to the demand of they who have vagina, it means you don’t want vagina, and therefore that means you are gay/trans.
I recall back in the 80s the beginning of two movements: the “It’s OK for men to cry” movement (be a bitch basically because there are times when you WILL cry and don’t have to be fucking told it’s OK cry for fuck’s sake) and the other movement was the most insidious “You might be gay and don’t know it”. Ah yes nothing put vagina (and the need to have it) on the pedestal more than that, and also destroyed all comradery and fellowship because it was said that a “sign of being gay” was if you actually cared about your guy friends (as if these were not the fellows you grew up with, who were like brothers – no no we can’t have that). Yeah it was fun when everybody, being brainwashed to think they got a Richard Simmons ready to bust out of them spontaneously, became backstabbers and made it a penchant to fuck your best friend’s girlfriend because if you did not chase, beg after, and slobber for every miserable piece of vagina that came along, “it meant you were really gay”.
Once I ignored a whore with known bastard kids who left notes on my truck at work and lo and behold, what rumor did she spread? That’s right. But I didn’t give a fuck because most of the women there I would not touch with a borrowed 10′ pole and it was to my benefit to be left alone (to you know, work – the thing I was paid to do).
A LIFETIME of this crap can and will have young fellows acting on the line of thought that if they did stand up for themselves they wake up the next day and shout “faaaabulous” and start sucking cock.
To the point of going to a dirty whore prostitute whose only advantage is that she is at least more honest in her sexual commerce with men?
I’m over 40 and wish I was still a virgin. I just think of the pure hell and torment I could have avoided if I just wanked or something. It’s one heady mindfuck when you are told you will go gay in 2 seconds when you don’t chase the pussy, and the pussy is possessed by the most horrible human beings that post-modernity could have ever feared churning out.
And most of feminism is based on this “weakness”, this instilled and fostered weakness comprised of a multi-pronged social and media attack. The think-tanks played this one well. And we got played.