Consumerist Fascists

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It’s the most romantic day of the year today, where people who feel guilty about not regularly showing appreciation for those they care about in their day to day lives, overcompensate by spending lots of money & buying into the corporate culture of a day with loosely vague historical connections. It’s certainly the most romantic day of the year for the corporations whose business comes mostly from a guilt induced obligation for many people; I’m sure they have a fantastic time in the following weeks when their bonuses roll in from the masses of sales they have made.

But aside from the obvious consumerisation of this & other events, it can be a good opportunity to remind someone of their importance to you. And for the sensible people among us, there are better ways than just spending as much money as possible. Be creative; male social advice between them paints anything involving handiwork for example to not be ‘masculine’, but in my experience those who subscribe to being ‘macho’ are simply boring as fuck. One thing I admire about homosexuals is (although they can at times be annoying if they are excessively on a mission to demonstrate their homosexuality) they don’t feel obligated to be a part of this. It’s something which can freely be demonstrated should you wish to, by just choosing to do whatever you want. I’ve known several men who would either be deemed gay or at the very least eccentric by other ‘macho’ men due to the way they dress, but upon further inspection are closer to the stereotype of being a ‘real’ man than these others; sleeping with (far) more women & quite often being more physically capable, in the threat of a physical confrontation. For me, common male working class philosophy can either be the lowest most common & self destructive denominator, encouraging & accepting hopeless self destruction instead of the truth that any situation can be improved. Bad advice from those who desire their misery needs company.

Or, more positively in it’s best form; the very foundation of society, providing us with people who grit their teeth, look after their own as well as the wider society, get down to business, get things done, coming through & out of it with a glint in their eye & a humour that can make light of any situation.

All we hear about now, is the ‘patriarchy’, the supposed ‘power of men’ & how we are all born rapists. How utterly disgusting, that an entire gender is painted without reservation as being one thing or another. As I’ve said repeatedly, all you have to do to identify any type of discrimination, is replace the race / gender / sexuality / whatever that the statement is referring to with what is considered the opposite or that of the one making the declaration. If it then still appears offensive, it was originally offensive.

I am one thing; anti-discrimination. Although I often find that many people do indeed (& often by their own volition) end up being rather boring stereotypes, I judge each person on their own merits or lack thereof. Being judgmental is very easy indeed, where actually making some effort to ascertain the character of a person, requires effort. And effort, is ultimately the measure of everyone. Most things in life can be traced back to someone simply not putting the hours in to changing whatever they may have an issue with. I am also fallible in that for example, I may not speak the language of where I currently reside. Or deep down, I know that I could play piano better than I do now. But I acknowledge very clearly that I know what needs to be done to resolve either of these; putting the time in. There are people in the world whose entire existence revolves around creating excuses to avoid doing any actual work.

Generally it simply comes down to people putting the hours into achieving something or to demonstrate something. You don’t need a day prepared for you by an external invisible source to tell someone they’re important to you, which then indirectly charges you for the privilege. Just take a bit of time, ignore any preconceptions about what you ‘should’ or ‘should not’ be doing according to ignorant peers & take the time to do something personalised. Take a step back, use your imagination & do it. Even if it’s not particularly original, if it’s from a place of authenticity it will surely be appreciated. And if it’s not or the recipient is not appreciative, then you’ve made a discovery about the quality of that person & saved yourself any further waste of effort.

A feminist will tell you & others to take pride in your imperfections. But then, you still acknowledge the concept of perfection exists somewhere & you validate it through your acknowledgement. So there always exists an unachievable ideal, to which you must find a way to deal with; an excuse. As we see, this is typically directly at a group of people, instead of taking personal responsibility for, or accepting your naturally understandable & entirely reasonable limitations of yourself. This creates entirely unnecessary conflict.

Instead, be at peace with one self & adopt the philosophical principles of Jeet Kung Do; to be like water & adapt yourself to the uncontrollable entity that is the world. Do as your spirit desires & express yourself as you see fit, & the relationships you form, the work you do & the life you lead will be much more rewarding.

~ Unjaded

The Perfect Opportunity

It’s Samantha Hoopes! Very attractive in posed shots; somewhat more ‘girl next door’ in normal shots…

The perfect opportunity is only spoke of retrospectively. Although we may well have good opportunities as we pass through life, much like a football manager who sets up his team with what he believes to be an undefeatable formation, the end result will only he determined by how well it is executed by his players, how the opposing formation is arranged & how well the opposition’s players conduct their formation. Irrespective of how well one have prepared or have knowledge of a situation, one must still have fortune in his favour. Many wars were determined by little more than a difference in technological development, including as recently as the second World War. Without meaning to trivialise the terrible loss of life of any country involved in that terrible time, the Japanese were simply not anticipating something of the power found in a nuclear bomb. If you do not have knowledge of what to expect, one can only prepare to a certain degree. It may well be that the football manager of a far less financially able team does in fact arrange a perfect formation, yet means prevent him from little more than a respectable defeat. There is only so much you can do, & the metric of your success & self esteem should be internally based. In the end, the race is only against yourself.

Somewhat related, is that people tend to only look forward, from when they were born. The millennials among us today may well never know what it is to ask a girl out face to face or pick up a girl in a club. Minor points, but when scaled up, quite serious. Division & fear among the masses are the goals of those with interests, usually financial; shut up & be good little consumers. The ‘threat’ of ‘terrorism’ is the same as the spectre of communism that stupid people wholeheartedly took arms against; despite it having absolutely zero effects on their own lives. Who cares if another, utterly separate country decides to use a different governmental approach to your own? Given how borders operate, you certainly shouldn’t – but who stands to lose if people decide to adopt a community based model which is effectively untaxable? Those who benefit from consumerism, ignorance & division.

I have often thought about how making the internet widely & almost freely available was something the powers that be would consider a big mistake; something that threatens the entire capitalist consumer model if you use it wisely. While I personally do have a level of practical & useful experience in information technology, even those who don’t can benefit from what is effectively a repository of hive information. Moreover, so, so much is available if you choose to accept it. Books, music, film & almost any type of transmissible media is yours, should you wish to take it.

But people don’t, because they are persuaded that the existing models of media will cease to exist & there will be no more means to deliver art. Publishers won’t be able to afford publishing books, record labels won’t release music anymore & we won’t get anymore films. While not all can learn (with technology being released faster than some can adapt to it) or wish for an easy medium at risk of draconian measures otherwise, moving forward we can theoretically see a massive shift that will only be halted by regulation.

I understand why some people might feel intimidated by for example, streaming a football match online for free, rather than paying the extortionate rates that are now in place in certain countries. An array of pop ups, misleading alerts trying to get you to inadvertently install malware & the like, can be very intimidating for someone typically only using trusted corporate sites for social media & email. But the absolute worst are those who claim to choose to pay for such things from a supposed moral standpoint; to gain a few more ‘points’ over their peers as they claim to be ‘supporting artists’ or similar. Yet these same motherfuckers, are never to be seen at for example, local shows or behind upcoming initiatives to support new talent. What they’re effectively doing is just lining the pockets of Beyonce, Jay Z & their contemporaries cartels of hangers on who carve out their existence by association.

Look at almost any situation. Too many people start downloading films – film productions start guilt tripping people into ‘supporting cinemas’ instead of piracy. Hey, give me five hundred bucks & I’ll rig up a whole town a free cinema forevermore.

Look at employment – the promotion system is the most patronising means of making someone feel appreciated without having to pay them anymore. Wait until the shit hits the fan & someone (including your hiring manager) has to cut someone. Do you honestly think he’s going to cut himself?

Look at governments. Need a way to present raising the minimum wage or cutting spending on public services? Simply talk about how we must all ‘club together’ & accept austerity measures. No more centrally funded public libraries. Road tax seemingly not being used to maintain roads anymore & so on. But how often do you hear about the people with some level of power, voluntarily taking a cut in their own salary; to lead by example?

Everything that is tried to be enacted, is based upon dredging up some kind of obligatory moral duty, that ultimately comes from people trying to be decent human beings. Everything is designed in fear of organisation, rejection of the status quo & creating a new, inherent human value based way of life.

Dig enough in anything & you’ll see anyone who is personally demeaned or anything that is labelled as a threat, only becomes so as soon as someone’s income is threatened.

~ Unjaded

The Beautiful Past

Wise & generally true words from Mark Rippetoe; strength of mind also counting here…

As much as the fire within me seeks to push myself onwards to explore & breach ever new limits, it comes at a price. When almost everything is demanding of my time & energy, then becomes the time where I question what I am doing. It’s more often the case with things I must do, rather than choose to do. When I’m at work & people are complaining at me because of the mistakes of others in the past or as a result of bad managerial decisions, it’s then where my sense of self begins to rise up & question why. Why I should sit there & accept levels of disrespect about things which ultimately are of no consequence. People losing their shit over a report not being generated when species of animals around the world are becoming extinct & corporations try ever more ways to gain more control over us until we become the perfect consumers.

Contrast that with the endless amounts of energy you will find within yourself when you discover & participate in something where there is a marked goal & you feel part of a group where you are making tangible progress. Sleepless or hungry, somehow you might even not realise you need those things, so consumed are you from enjoying what you are doing,

The only consistent cost one will find, is whatever you do, you will miss something. There is always the opportunity cost. And while the grass is indeed often seemingly greener on the other side & nostalgia will always be viewed more positively than it really was, there is a lot of truth to the fact that many of the things we have, or indeed have had; will one day no longer be there.

The relationship you have with your parents, your partner or even something as simple as a pet you care for, will all one day be gone or even taken from you. As I sit there, toiling away upon something for no other reason than financial reward, I think about the passing minutes & how I could be wasting them. What else I could be doing. Who else I could be spending time with. What other goal I could be working towards.

Because in the end, it’s those same simple things that will have made your life worth living.

~ Unjaded


Lily Aldridge; a nice throwback to a classically attractive female. Dickhead potential not yet clarified, as her age of thirty two gives some hope, but I wouldn’t hold your breath.

Here we are, freshly purged of all extraordinary affairs. Even the regular who I kept on board, the gym instructor who can’t get enough of riding me, has been having some marriage issues which have forced her to take a step back away from me. Disappointing, as she is incredibly hot. But the rest have gone. Forever cast to the annuls of history, as my interest in sexual encounters diminishes ever further due to the potential drama from people, the quality of character generally deteriorating in a new world of miserable narcissism & finding contentment in another, & tangible projects.

But while the decks have indeed been cleared, there still exists a number of candidates. Tonight alone, I have met a slim, easy going Austrian girl. Yesterday was a nineteen year old Persian girl, & tomorrow Uruguayan placed herself as available for no strings fun. In a couple of days, a seemingly horny Iranian girl is on the cards & at the weekend, who knows.

Why? Through intention or result, I’ve been faithful for the past three weeks. It’s actually been quite good. I’ve had much more time to myself & as a result either been more productive or more relaxed, depending on how I’ve chosen to spend that additional time. It’s been quite nice, also not having to be aware of subconsciously checking everything I’ve said or done. Raw, brutal experience has taught me to cover my tracks well & never get complacent, which in all honesty was one of the main reasons why I made the changes I did at the beginning of the year. It wasn’t all a brutal culling from my end, but I certainly realised & took a window of opportunity when it arose in each case, as emotional ties began to crystalise. Not only did those relationships become less interesting due to the rising emotional baggage, but they also became higher risk, as these people have the potential to emotionally meltdown & become dangerous in one way or another.

Nevertheless, the utter boredom of being located where I am, as well as the presentation of new opportunities has piqued my interest & led me to explore new avenues. Lessons have been learnt from previous experiences & however tempting, I am determined to knock quickly on the head, anything which shows signs of drama, regression into relationship pressure; that is, trying to make a relationship out of something which is not & never will be, & so on.

In these new ‘explorations’ as we can call them, I have quickly realised that if as a man in his mid-thirties has a nineteen year old girl interested in him, it’s probably for a reason – either she has daddy issues, isn’t getting much attention from guys her age because perhaps she’s overweight & so on. After extensive text preparation, I finally met up with aforementioned nineteen year old, even attempting to confirm some things via picture requests. All of which were promising. I wasn’t expecting her to be a prime nineteen year old mega hottie, but at least decent shape. On arrival, it transpired she was indeed curvy. In fairness, she was actually a pretty cool person which compensated for a lot. I was a little disappointed but she had big breasts & was decent enough for a covert friends with benefits situation. So I basically know now, & that will be my next move – invite her over, nothing nasty about it however, & then make my move. If she’s not interested after that, off we go.

The Uruguayan has basically proposed acceptance of a friends with benefits model. This happened before with Tunisian; incredible sex followed by an emotional situation where we stopped seeing each other, her seemingly then having some shit sex with someone else & then coming back to tell me, she was now ready for a friends with benefits situation. Off we went, & it was still pretty damn good. But for whatever reason, I just didn’t fancy seeing her again. Now I think about it though, perhaps I will! But the serious point it, is that if that it becomes the quest to convert or convince me that ‘actually I do want a relationship’, she’ll be getting dropped like a hot stone.

There is also of course, the intrigue of new conquests. As I envision my time in this lifestyle coming to an end in a few years or less, I do want to create ever more experiences in an area of my life which has always been central to me. As much as I complain about the caveats involved in attracting a nineteen year old as man in his mid-thirties, it’s safe to say that is going to be much more difficult when I’m forty five or fifty. Furthermore I don’t even want to be doing that shit at that age, frankly speaking. It’s fucking embarrassing watching men of that age still chasing girls around like dogs, using whatever means they have at their disposal to desperately attract them (typically money).

The road still has many sights, even as it becomes ever more straight.

~ Unjaded

Forward Moving Change

Remember this? Doesn’t really seem too common these days.

Here we are again in the middle of January, & the approach for the new year is to be proactive, understanding that despite one’s best efforts some things are simply down to change & so to enjoy downtime to the full in the meantime.

While one often starts a year year by removing some things from their lifestyle in line with what we’ve been conditioned to think is ‘a good thing’; not drinking, not eating fatty foods & so on. But in reality, it’s our life & we should live it as we choose to. If you enjoy those things, go ahead & do them. But any change has a cost; every sword with two edges. Nothing is wholly good or beneficial to oneself, although there are some things that can be of benefit to all parties. At the very least, one will lose time.

My other focus from this year onward is that of quality & doing things for the self. We live in a world where everyone is competing for your attention & everything is analysed down to the most minute detail in order to get it. The net result is sanitisation, where we only have perfectly prepared options in plain view. Venture further beneath the obvious in any area & you’re bound to find something more interesting; usually independent artists who aren’t overly interested in trying to force themselves upon you.

A focus on quality output is the way forward I believe. In an age of over saturation from the proliferation of affordable technology, one can best present themselves in a way truly satisfactory to themselves, with integrity & honesty. In the words of Macho Man Randy Savage, ‘the cream will always rise to the top’.

In line with this new approach, I’ve also trimmed down any risky sex assets. SPC is finally out of the picture after her latest attempt to push for more, although happily it was an OK parting of ways after I didn’t profess my love for her, instead of my honest opinion which was that I liked her & care about her, & obviously liked fucking her (didn’t specifically mention that part like that!) but wasn’t interested in more.

Honestly we had a good connection & it could’ve had potential in different circumstances. If I was for whatever reason stuck where I am or intending to stay here forever & looking for a relationship, she was one of the best options I could consider. Unbelievably it had been two years we’d been seeing each other, after I originally had approached her in my office kitchen as she changed the coffee in the coffee machine. We wouldn’t have gone on that long if there wasn’t something there. But irrespective of already having one of the best relationship options I could hope for, I have absolutely no intention of staying in what is effectively a village full of emotionally retarded people , no matter how much money is on offer. I want life in my face. To feel the spirit of people around me. To be surrounded by those who positively challenge me to yet further limits. This, is the last place possibly on earth that will either do that or enrich me in another way.

Furthermore, the relationship with the Uruguayan woman I had been seeing, came to an end after an ultimatum of me needing to give more. One month later, she was back in touch plainly stating she missed the sex, which I must admit was very good. There’s something about having a forty four year old Latina devour your penis with a great deal of enthusiasm, despite the typical drawbacks of a woman of that age. I haven’t decided if I’ll revisit that, as there are a number of new candidates coming into the picture & I don’t want to waste too much time or energy on women this year.

Yes indeed, there we are. The focus on quality also extends henceforth to who I sleep with, as the enthusiasm for me doing that continues to decrease with each passing year. Don’t get me wrong; the libido is as strong as ever. Switching to a low carb diet, high natural fat & otherwise clean diet since the beginning of the year has made me hornier than ever. But the bullshit one must go through in order to get to that stage is often tiring. And even with a relatively conservative, efficient approach to dating, the costs soon add up in a place where everything is expensive. Even if I was living in a place with financial options, my main concern is the waste of energy & time in dating people with whom while they may be nice enough as people, they’re just simply not very interesting. While I appreciate a lot of people are concerned about how they come across particularly in a first meeting, it’s becoming more & more true that people are getting less & less interesting. Perhaps it’s the proliferation & central role that social media has taken in the normalisation in the newer generations as they don’t know any different & the resulting rounding off of any interesting ‘edges’ of people, as their actions are checked online by others. The virtue of youth also has the downfall of insecurity most of the time, & as anything that might make someone a bit unusual may indeed make them distinctly interesting as well, we could be losing some of that. Certainly dating, can be dull in the short term as you hear how everyone is angelic & looking for a ‘serious relationship’, & then after some sex that changes their whole perception of what they thought it was, firstly you are effectively threatened with their withdrawal if you don’t commit more to the ‘relationship’ they’ve convinced themselves you’re having, & then after some time providing everything ended relatively fine & no one else is sniffing around, before long you’ll get a message primed to see if you’re still up for fucking them.

My experiences in dating in the past year but also generally, have shown me that my theory of people becoming less interesting in these days, is generally true.

My focus on quality is largely fueled by what I choose to put energy into; not from a lack of it, but my input against the output I receive. I’m bored to death here but in much the same vein as the earlier metaphor of everything having a cost, the cost of being bored is the time, incentive & ability to focus upon a new venture or skill development. While I’m as much into sex as ever, I’m less inclined than ever to jump through hoops to get a girl naked & into me, when for me it’s become no more than a easily obtainable & exchangeable asset.

~ Unjaded

2017 Awards

In honour of 2018, we present this life size representation of Unjaded

Here we are again at the end of the year; thankfully the second consecutive year without a awful drama over the Christmas period.

This year I started in an absolute frenzy, working my way through girls like there was no tomorrow & still in the latter days of arranging up to three girls a day. While I’d still be potentially up for that, it’s clear that I’ve found someone who would probably fulfill all of these positive categories, so she will be excluded for the purposes of these awards.

As I went on through the year, there was always a steady stream of candidates making themselves available. I became more busy with personal projects, meaning I became better known in a place which is no bigger than a standard town in a developed western country. When you become better known, maintained an air of mystique can become more difficult. Further to that, I just genuinely got tired of going through the same old routines; wasting time meeting girls & feigning interest. I’ve realised now what I instead focused on, has also been somewhat of a waste of time given the attitude of others but yet, there is always personal achievement if not material success.

Nevertheless, there was still much action to be found in this year & so here we are, with our same categories as way back in the golden year of 2014.

Most Honest Girl: Could be equally shared between the older Ukrainian, the Singaporean girl & the younger Hungarian girl I was seeing. As it turns out, I would have to give it to the Ukrainian woman, who just wanted to get nailed & little more. Unfortunately, while I was the best physical experience she’d ever had, it wasn’t the same for me.

Most Psycho Female: Easily the Uzbekistan woman who relentlessly told me who she wasn’t into anything casual before jumping on me. After me giving her an honest answer to if I was seeing anyone else, she would not leave my house. Only very careful & select language managed to persuade her to leave my house, before a couple of unexpected stalker-ish visits. A total lunatic.

Horniest Female: The Tunisian girl I was seeing, who literally wouldn’t stop coming whatever I did. Incredible sex, before she lost the plot & started getting infatuated, thinking she was falling in love with me.

Easiest Female: I’ll have to give it to Singaporean, as I don’t remember even taking her for a proper date. I think a couple of coffees, & there we were in my house, banging away on the sofa.

Best Relationship Potential Female: Realistically the Hungarian girl I was seeing, who would’ve made a great partner, except I already have one.

Most Pretty Female: A Polish woman I made out with a few times, but didn’t seal the deal because I just couldn’t be bothered with the distance. But the most attractive by some way.

Biggest Mistake By Unjaded Female: The near cataclysmic event of aforementioned Hungarian somehow getting wind of my main partner. I thought that was it there, & quickly realised the need to maintain a low profile once again.

Best Other Sexual Experience: My ‘coaching session’ with the older Israeli; nothing more than a rouse to get it on with me. Cue her giving me a handjob as I also got between her legs.

Best Blowjob Female: The Uruguayan woman I was seeing, with her sucking it like it was a musical instrument or something. I’ve never seen someone work themselves into such a excited state from giving me a blowjob before, & that enthusiasm certainly came across in her technique.

Best Sex Female: A tricky one, as overall it was pretty good. generally. But I’d have to give it to a girl from Kosovo, as her body was something else. Unfortunately as with most attractive women, my delays to see her regularly after that first time due to other interests resulted in her quickly fucking someone else. Easy for me anyway.

And there we are. As mentioned in my previous post, I’ll be moving on from here to pastures new by the end of the year at the latest, so I’m not currently sure what that’ll mean for future conquests. But let’s see. The fire certainly isn’t dead yet…

~ Unjaded

Rest & Repeat

Alan Watts; a man who truly explored life & from who most of us can learn from.

Another holiday season comes to an end & another year of challenges we set ourselves. While looking forward, we sometimes forget to look back, at what we achieved. Indeed, such is the rapidly overpowering nature of the age of instant information & on demand satisfaction, that we stack new goals upon old, irrespective of if those old goals were fulfilled or at least examined retrospectively. As such, we attempt to move further forward upon what can be considered unstable foundations; potentially stumbling & ending up no further when we try to speed forward, when we could be walking forward at a steady pace instead.

All very metaphorically esoteric for some perhaps but like most forms of art, open to your own interpretation. For me, the new year has brought the re-exclamation of waste. Wasted time, wasted energy & a waste of emotions; all of which can be addressed with raw introspection of one’s environment & situation. While I have speculated upon this regularly both here & day to day, the chaos of the deluge under which we labour day to day doesn’t always allow us to observe our own lives, that of more importance than anything else, to the degree of which they should. Without an honest assessment of oneself from time to time (a difficult task regardless of who you are), we can easily lose our way to routine, which leads us in turn to hopelessness. The reason our expectations from life become lower as we get older are contributed to by bad experiences & realisation of how many intangible & tangible resources are required to achieve certain goals. But mainly, from resignation of the spirit. As we feel compelled to acquire the most things, the most money, the most friends; we lose sight of what, who & where, makes us happy.

I have spent two & a half years in a country where while I have had good experiences over that time, from the moment I first arrived I felt something didn’t reverberate well with me. From the stuffy attitudes, through my own mental well being & finally financial reasons, I stayed where I was, collecting money & finding justifications to stay. Beginning a project with what I thought were people with like-minded goals & so the commitment to make their sacrifices to achieve them gave me a solid reason to stay where I was. Even though recent weeks have shown me that only one of those now participating in the project is even close to my expectations of a commitment of that degree, even if it were the case that they all were keeping the project at the forefront of their mind & putting the hours in, one must base themselves in the right environment & locale to maximise the chance of success. If you want to earn money, go to a cash rich bubble country with a favourable exchange rate. Success in tech, realistically requires one to move among other cities which are known or being promoted for the same. Want to succeed as a rock band? Be in a place where there is demand for rock music.

But with anything, there is a price. Some of the most financially & socially stable countries in the world, have some of the highest depression & suicide rates, as the people there convince themselves that living in convenience as our new religion of consumerism advocates, that we are happy. But living statically is not living in happiness. One might occupy oneself with minor activities (in the better cases) or surround oneself with distraction, of which we now have unlimited amounts of. But ultimately the soul is crying out for fulfillment, challenge, exploration, thrill or discovery. The world still has these, in people & places but they can only be realised within oneself through genuine engagement & often, perseverance. Both of which, are unfamiliar concepts to people who know nothing else than everything being immediately available for them, for a small fee.

This year, I am determined to engage myself more with those intangible pleasures in an honest way. I know what I want to achieve & will explore every option to do so.

~ Unjaded