Locale & Confidence

Emily Holland, with in my opinion a superbly maintained body. Literally one of the best I’ve seen.

So here we are in August of 2017; hasn’t time flown since 2014 when I started this blog. A man who was deeply in the throes of female affections, to an almost ridiculous degree. Strangely enough, with the exception of three years to which I’m told by independent sources have made little difference to my demeanour, things have changed quite substantially since then. For one, I feel significantly enlightened since then, which is probably due to a variety of things. I mentioned previously how what had happened to me in that particularly low period had a permanent effect on me. But after some travelling with my merry band of musicians sans Venezuelan, I had a little time to think clearly & evaluate my own behaviour & experiences being in a different country, with solely male friends.

And I came out realising, that a lot of what I feel, is because of where I am. Without again banging on about how where I’m currently located is dire (it is for a man of different tastes), not only have I had bad experiences here, the girls here are literally almost devoid of any type of interactive personality. While I thought it might be the way the world is going with the addiction to social media that seems so prevalent now, a trip to a neighbouring country totally reopened my eyes to why I had such an incredible life before, where I was literally banging different women almost every night. While that has been the case here at times & I certainly don’t have a drought, it has been so much more hard work at times. OK, I lived in the city back in 2014 & now I’m ten minutes train ride out of town in not the most trendy area. But there’s no way it’s going to be because solely because of that. Being abroad again, even during times with Venezuelan, I’ve seen women looking over. Checking me out. Even smiling & giving indicators of interest. Where I reside now, you literally have to be psychic to know if a woman is interested (unquestionably with the natives) & even then, upon approach you’re fighting uphill not from arrogance (although that is occasionally the case) but from a total lack of interactive skills. It’s a tiring business.

I have been offline nowadays, as opposed to the Tinder days of 2014 & even some of 2015. This has been intentional, as it’s indisputable Tinder has become vastly worst as it’s become more popular with both women & men. My last experiences resulted in a couple of catches which were fun at the time but overall it was a totally demoralising experience, as you came to terms with simply put, how shit people are now. The blase attitude of people, along with a clear devolution in communicative ability, ends up with you finding yourself endlessly uninspired, even to the point of abuse or sarcasm, asking questions intentionally to throw a curveball in the works.

Overall the experience abroad was great. Being in a vastly more populated country with a much more diverse demographic than the one dimensional lifestyle that prevails here was enormously refreshing. A range of people with their own challenges & from various backgrounds makes for people with a equally broad range of personalities & traits, & I for one always seem to find myself getting on with those who have overcome struggle in their lives, giving them that fired determination. Nothing is more boring to me than a person who hasn’t experienced anything. Or to be more accurate in the modern western world, decided to insulate themselves & minimise the possibility of ever actually taking a risk or feeling anything. How boringly pathetic, but yet symptomatic of today’s western culture.

Imagine if there was an alien invasion or some type of serious war? How many Western countries would manage to get their shit together, or at least avoid being hampered in the defence of their sovereign lands by sympathisers of the enemy?

Anyway, let’s not get into politics. My first notable argument with Venezuelan came via a political conversation this week, where I saw the first signs of childish behaviour. Although I smoothed things over for the sake of staying with her, I left with a bitter taste in my mouth & a reminder of how I should always keep in mind my options should things ever get more serious in the future. I intend to keep all of assets separate with anyone moving forward, & any marriages will be subject to a pre-nuptial. While I must say I doubt Venezuelan would be malicious, one must always prepare for the worst case scenario with women even if initiated by your own actions, such is the potential venom or minimally, emotional unpredictability of women. And that is to say, even if it goes that far.

It is somewhat refreshing to know you are always improving, & I believe one should strive to always do that. Another important factor that has been the difference to before I moved here & being here, is that I have set some goals & achieved them (actually far quicker than I predicted), & from that I set new goals, which in my mind is the only way to ensure constant progression. These have ranged from physical, where despite being older I’m probably in better shape than I was three years ago), financial & creatively.

Those goals have also extended to sex with women from around the world, where I’ve enjoyed fun times with girls from places as varied as Mauritius, Uruguay, Israel & so on – for me, definitely one of the best goals I set myself. Hopefully soon I’ll be adding yet more to that list, despite the utter lack of personality.

Walk with your chest high & never doubt yourself. When you do, remember that’s normal. Take time out. Recompose yourself. Change your environment if you need to. Change those who you surround yourself with, even temporarily. And remember, whatever you feel as a normal man is entirely fine. Testosterone exists within our body for a reason; to prompt us to ensure the human race does not perish. The same reason we defend our countries against those who seek to reduce our liberties & the same reason we work in virtual slavery for those who truly mean something to us. Although we may always & should legitimately choose to change our paths if we don’t feel appreciated or valued by those who claim to say so, there is also value in staying the course.

Do as your heart compels you too, & be proud of the core of who you are, without doubt so easily imposed from outside.

~ Unjaded

Fireball

Winner of the ‘hottest redhead you can find on Google at short notice’ competition… [Photo credit to Jenna Rutter]

I met a friend for the first time in about twenty years this weekend, as part of a larger, somewhat annual trip to attend a family barbecue. The barbecue itself was superb; well prepared, lots of fun with an unconventional mix of otherwise good-hearted people. It was one of those events where you came out feeling better about humankind, with a belief in community & forgetting about all the hate about how terrible the world now is, spewed mostly for clicks & sales.

Meeting Imam was an interesting experience. Fortunately we’d had some contact in the aforementioned twenty year gap, but I was pleased to note his core attributes hadn’t really changed at all. He’d always been a well mannered & respectful person, & this remained. If anything, it had served him very well in his journey; basically discovering a passion for accounting (yes, such people do exist it seems), contending with supporting health issues with his mother, becoming a driving instructor pretty much solely for the money & again planning on going back into accountancy. A fairly solid plan all in all, for a guy who until the age of sixteen was being groomed to become a Muslim imam by his conservative father, & has resisted his attempts by the same to be married off via an arranged marriage. Not that I’m personally against arranged marriage as practically if both parties consent it’s effectively the same as a online dating service. In credit to Imam, he had resisted this as his father was trying to marry him off to an illiterate farmhand from the ‘homeland’ of Pakistan, & he’d refused by way of his own dignity & self respect.

What was very interesting, is that he noted even by way of an arranged marriage, the options presented to him locally were little more than the same those of us using conventional dating would come across; superficiality, consumerist mindset with no real practical skills such as being able to cook or so forth. While I’m not one to demand that a woman include cooking among her skill set, if I can do it so should my partner. Furthermore, I do still believe to this day that if a woman can cook or not is a major pointer as to her suitability for a relationship. Not the only indicator of course, but certainly an important one.

After I’d shared the equivalent of the last twenty years of my life with him, he looked at me a little shocked. I hadn’t pulled any punches as he’s obviously a trustworthy person. He looked at me a little longer before saying, ‘You’ve been through the grinder a bit haven’t you?‘. I thought about it & although I’m always remiss to take up the victim mantel on account of it being so commonplace nowadays, I compared my experiences to his own & had to admit, that except for the loss of his mother & his father’s cold factual approach to dealing with it only days later, he had not came close to experiencing what I had. I had recounted to him the lifestyle I had about three years ago now, where I’d had almost unlimited amounts of money, women & confidence. Then, everything I touched turned to gold. My conversion rate with women was extremely high. Approaching girls was no problem whatsoever. I don’t even remember putting that much effort in. Of course I’d meet girls but as soon as I’d got them into my place, I’d go for it & either back off if they clearly weren’t comfortable or convert if they were, which honestly most of the time they were.

Those days seem very far away now. Now I feel like I’ve been traumatised by something & am always living in fear of something happening. This past week for example, FilipinoHostess went from being very horny to having been crying via a quick bathroom trip. When I’d come back to Venezuelan after catching up with the Imam, she’d mentioned how she’d like to visit me again in the central European state. I scoured the bathroom after I’d smoothed things over with FilipinoHostess that day & dispatched her, only to find absolutely nothing that could have provoked such a reaction. Now all I think about is how if Venezuelan visits, she could see whatever this mysterious unidentifiable indicator is too, & then I have an awful dramatic situation once again. Avoiding that & not having yet another drama to deal with, will be in my eyes a successful weekend. I’ve had enough dramatic episodes for a lifetime.

After arriving for the barbecue the previous day, I had ended up spending two days & one night at home. I’d enjoyed having the whole family there. Everyone together, having fun, no one with serious health problems & no stupid tensions upheld by little more than ego’s pride. In light of people seemingly dropping like flies in the last couple of years, I was content to just have these moments with all the important people in my life around me. As I left with Venezuelan, I admittedly struggled massively, choking down a full set of tears. It was somewhat bizarre given that it had been a fully successful weekend, with no mishaps or underlying bad news. But for whatever reason, as with a lot of things recently, I have been feeling a sense of finality. Every time I’ve been around someone of worth to me recently, if I’ve been leaving them I’ve been feeling as though it’s the last time I’ll see them. It’s quite disconcerting. Is my mind subconsciously preparing me for something?

I saw the first flashes of something I strongly disliked this weekend with Venezuelan. We had been speaking about politics of all things (not usually a good idea). I had instigated it by losing my temper a little, although as she embarrassingly stormed off from the restaurant in response with me trailing behind, it was something I can’t stand. I apologised to keep the peace, but I packed all of my stuff in preparation which didn’t go unnoticed & when I raised that perhaps she could apologise for the way she’d responded, I was met with a incredulous response, which I quickly dodged out of. But although we have officially made up & apparently everything is fine, I haven’t forgotten that. There will no longer be a point in my life where I will tolerate behaviour like that & irrespective of how things pan out with us, I know I always have a choice.

Generally speaking, I feel like I’ve been looking in a lot of places & within a lot of people to find happiness recently. I had thought about two weeks ago I had reached that point, but now I’m not so sure. The way I felt when I’d left home again (that is, my real home) made me realise how I’d missed both the simplicity of my old life & also those people who sooner or later, just aren’t going to be there one day. Perhaps I’ve been looking for answers to questions that I’d only imagined myself, & in fact everything I’d ever really needed was within myself, but just needed to either fixed or satiated, or fixed by being satiated. I desire closeness & love, but am equally terrified of the vulnerability I have to expose in order to feel that. Even the concept of time passing & everyone constantly ageing; weakening, is awful. I now begin to think perhaps a bright life & dying earlier is somewhat merciful, rather than watching everyone you’ve ever loved disappearing one by one.

The Imam had told me some of the stories of some mutual friends also, which was interesting. One that had stuck out in particular was the story of Sonny as he liked to be called, who had aspired to work as a psychotherapist. He’d somewhat achieved his goal before having to get out after burnout. The Imam recounted to me an example of a situation that led him to this, as Sonny sat in front of a man whose son was critically ill & soon to unavoidably die, & who the same man’s wife had died giving birth to this critically ill child. The man sat there, saying how much pain he was in, that perhaps it’d be better if he died too, as he’d ‘failed at this life’ & if there was another life, he could try again. Understandably he was broken.

What can you say to someone like that, in that situation? Life can be brutal.

~ Unjaded

Dogma

Random internet woman, demonstrates standard army issue wear circa 2017.

We only have complete control over ourselves. The man who allows jealousy for example, to drive him into a insane state where he believes his isolated emotions will have any effect upon the woman upon whom it regards. Simply speaking, a woman (or fairly speaking, a man also) will do as they wish, as their own feelings will take priority over any empathy of another. This is the case more so than ever now, where all the emphasis is about lying, about how you have such a rich, varied, wonderful lifestyle without fault or struggle.

I often consider a lot during a typical day, which consequently results in me busying myself with either a constructive activity or when those have been satisfied, chasing women around with the intention of getting them into bed. Or on a sofa. Or on top of a table. And so on.

The sex itself is as good as ever. I can’t deny there’s nothing better for me than banging either a woman with whom I have chemistry with, one who is clearly experienced or (on the frankly lowest level) one who is incredibly hot. The newer Ukrainian for example, has the kind of body & style which literally turns heads in the street, as I noted during our evening together the other evening. Contrary to what I said about her attitude which has been at times somewhat unpredictable, I actually had a very nice evening with her, with the additional bonus of seeing her strip her incredible body down to her bikini. Rather than my usual thing of getting through the number of dates as quickly as possible, to make inviting them to my place satisfy some sort of numeric psychology condition, I actually enjoyed getting to know someone who clearly has a lot of life experience. Admittedly, more than mine. I still don’t even know how old she is but as usual, couldn’t really care less.

Aside from that, I’ve had a couple of twenty four hour plus replies to messages, after which I followed my normal protocol of deleting their numbers. Knowing myself as a man of high value, I don’t tolerate disrespect from anyone.

This week, tonight is my only night off of meeting anyone, & that has only transpired when the Ecuadorian from days past who I’d proposed to come over to relight our old fire, then cancelled on me. In hindsight, that was good as I’m absolutely shattered. I feel as though I’m going through a phase of preparing a lot of women, but not converting a lot. It does point somewhat towards boring rather than lust, but I can only do what I can do. Particularly for my age but as well as generally, I am a high energy person. But everything is finite, whoever you are, & I often look forward to a quiet Sunday, all by myself. Right now, the energy I’m spending seems to be on the ‘romancing’ phase, with little payoff. In fact, off the top of my head I think I’ve only been with one new woman in the past month, which is very poor compared to my previous track record. Then again, my stable has gone through trimming of my own accord, with only SPC being currently who I have, who fulfils all of those above criteria & honestly, who I feel any incentive to put continuing effort into. I could get descriptive here but the last time we met, she was ‘unable’ to do everything, which resulted in an incredibly hot situation anyway. That was hot.

The Tunisian was the last one of my various conquests with whom I had excellent chemistry. She would come again & again, & do everything she could to satisfy me. That came to it’s natural end however, when she professed her love for me, which I think was infatuation more than anything else. Then on the other hand, you have women with who, there isn’t really any chemistry at all. I do find it one of the most unquantifiable elements in dating & relationships. There is a lot to be said for a man maintaining frame in day to day activities & particularly in a relationship, in order to keep a woman’s respect & attention, in much the same way all women used to & a few women in a few culture still do. Remember how nice it is when you still meet a woman who conducts herself with femininity & self respect without being obnoxious or arrogant? Believe it or not, that was once the standard among women, rather than the self obsessed, de facto prostitutes that slowly infect the remainder of respectable women out there.

Don’t get me wrong; I don’t hate women. Far from it in fact. I’ve also mentioned on several occasions throughout this blog, that men, although commonly discriminated against today in the name of reverse discrimination, often are the cause or at least, contributing to the same for the way things are. But some women & it must be said, the radical feminists who have corrupted what was once a doctrine for equality, are nothing more than a cancer which has infected some to the point of, not even allowing others to express a view that may incline them to question or improve their own.

A belief without questioning or testing becomes a dogma. If people are not allowed to express, discuss or compromise over differing viewpoints, they will escalate to means that will be taken note of.

~ Unjaded

A Desperate Sprint To Nowhere

Emily Ratajkowski, because despite her not having a lot to say & coming across as a bit of an idiot, still takes a good photo.

Thundering through a blog entry while at the day job & I’ve got some down time in waiting for people to get back to me. Formalities tomorrow as I go for a perfunctory in the other building way around the other side of the city, to be conveniently followed up by meeting another old Ukrainian. She’s the absolute example of a bitter woman, but incredibly hot for an older woman with a killer figure. Regrettably my desire to place her within & experience quite pornographic situations has overidden my secret desire to tell her to go fuck herself, at least until I’ve experienced that a few times. Of course a divorcee, she’s been running through the clubs since they divorced as well as having to maintain the mother role to her eight year old daughter. It’s clear she’s been through a lot of cock & harboured up even more bitterness towards men, as they don’t take her seriously, have their fun with her before moving on to conquests anew.

This might sound judgemental or presumptious, but all the key signs are there. Projections of anger onto people (such as myself) about the smallest things that frankly speaking, are utterly unacceptable & she knows, she wouldn’t get away with if her pussy wasn’t up on the negotiating table. While I certainly have wilted on occasion in the early days of this blog, I simply maintain my own principles of respect, manners & self improvement, which the quality of the people around me seems to degrade as real communication is cast aside in favour of the volume & convenience of digital communications. But I’ll meet her tomorrow, & the next meeting will be a conversion attempt at my house. Which I don’t think will be too difficult, providing she finally comes. Women like her know exactly why you’re trying to engineer some privacy, but then if that’s not what she wants too then stop telling me things like ‘I want to see your tan’.

In another turn of events, a woman who worked at my old gym got in touch with me after about at least a year, which was entirely unexpected. Several messages exchanged later, we arranged to get together. But of course, this was when she’s coming back from working in Croatia for a month, where of course I couldn’t careless if she gets fucked (because I’ll be doing exactly the same thing in the interim) but she might get hung up on some dude who won’t be wasting time on a large breated blonde, albeit one who is effectively a bodybuilder. Yes I wouldn’t mind that at all, as you’ve probably worked out by the amount of times these posts are headed by a fitness model. I’m all about those firm asses & packing enough muscle to hold their own.

Last week I banged four women (three in one day) & prepped four others (two in one sitting). In fairness I’ve already banged the older Israeli woman (who has massive breasts it should be noted) but she’s got back in touch & as well as constantly flirting with me, now seems intent on pimping me around the huge circle of women she knows, starting with a bisexual Romanian massage therapist.

Now those are descriptive words that match well when talking about a woman. She’s probably a seven overall but has the potential of another woman being involved, for which she gets some extra incentive points (all metrics are madeup as I frantically write this by the way). Israeli mentioned about watching me bang the Romanian chick, so after a cancellation by someone else who escapes my memory now, off I went to acquaint myself with both of them. The biggest highlight of that trip was meeting a couple of really nice dudes who’d also come out for whatever reason, which pretty much says it all about how much conversing with such women generally interests me at the moment. The Romanian spent the first half of the conversation telling everyone about how great she apparently was while not enquiring as to anything about anyone else, while the (married, I should add) Israeli spent the whole time flirting with me & rubbing herself against my leg. Like, quite literally almost humping my left leg. In any case I felt like going out so it wasn’t a wasted evening as I predict tomorrow is likely to be. Friday was fun. SPC came over & off we went as usual with our crazy chemistry. After telling her I had to go into the office for a meeting, I walked around a big block, keeping my eyes open & then barely managed to clear myself up before my current Ukrainian came over. Much of the same then ensued, & then off she went. But I really am getting tired of her now despite it being super easy. She is very attractive but only knows what I have taught her & frankly, that’s boring for me. Plus I can do better than that. I’m going to start with younger women again for longer term involvements & save the older one’s for a few hits. Soon after she left, in came the Portuguese girl who has a boyfriend, who has again decided she now would in fact like to sleep with me again.

I must admit, it was hot banging another dude’s girlfriend. For whatever reason, it can dangerously get me off. Probably the power thing from feeling I’m right about most women. In any case, if he did find out I’d be doing him a favour anyway. She had apparently struggled with the guilt but obviously not enough to not come see me anymore. When I’ve done that before, I have felt totally exhausted. But this time, although I obviously felt a little more tired than usual, it was fine. I still love sex as much as ever but to be honest, value what I have with Venezuelan more than anything else. I don’t think anyone, regardless of that ever burning fire for attractive women, would turn down genuine, meaningful affection & closeness, over a bunch of idiots spouting the same rubbish ad nauseum night after night. I had a friend once who mentioned to me not to leave it too long until finding alonger term partner. I was a little sceptical then, as I was in the midst of a phenomenal role, basically banging everyone I set my sights upon. Even now I look superior to men ten years younger than me & have the age experienced advantage of advanced game. However irrespective of what lies within me, I see what he was saying now. While your range of options might be greater with these advantages here I list (younger or more attractive women), in reality it’s very unlikely you’re going to connect with people of for example a much younger age. And would it even be pleasurable? I know I would not long be able to tolerate an eighteen to twenty year old girl who wants to hit the clubs every weekend, no matter how attractive she was & how good the sex was.

As we age, the pool dries up. Whether you be fishing in a ocean or a pond, the water will stagnant & so will the fish within it. They’ll be fish who were already pulled out, dried up outside the water & thrown back in. They’ll be fish who were caught again & again. They’ll be mutated or diseased fish, infecting the others. Cook it well enough & you can eat any fish. But some undoubtably will taste better & satisy you for longer than others.

~ Unjaded

Purpose & Lies

How disappointing after all the recent hotties, right? But this is all the education you need, about who you need to avoid. Sex In The City told us catagorically everything you need to know about the typical modern woman.

Today I was waiting in an airport cafe, contemplating how pleased people feel about themselves as I walked past the ‘exclusive’ airport lounge earlier in the day they went into; slightly more comfortable seats but effectively the same as any other seat outside of it, when I heard some terrible raggaton music being pumped over the speakers. I’m not against any form of music. Far from it in fact, as my side career as a musician encourages me to listen to as many different genres as possible. However on any gauge, this music was truly awful. The production was intentionally as inoffensively pop treble as one could imagine, the lyrics meant nothing whatsoever, the structure couldn’t have been more generic if they’d tried & the actual talent of those performing it was negligible at best.

Although I didn’t need to wonder as to how this garbage had ended up being pumped into the ears of unassuming airport users due to my understanding of how major labels have been trying to vertically integrate the entire music industry from composition to distribution, I did wonder how no one ever seemed to question how music had devolved so much from the crusading days of decades past. As the world as we know it today started to take shape through both the overt & covert conflicts that were unassailably easier to conduct in the days before the internet gave us proliferation of information (& to a lesser extent misinformation, although that’s another post altogether), people looked for & musicians expressed themselves through excelling in an area, infusing it with the product of them; their flavour was instilled by their very personal experiences of their pocket within the world. There was no homogeneity, as people firstly knew about, gave priority to & experienced what was happening in their own backyard. While opportunity was still heavily controlled by the prime days of the record companies & any sensible musician wouldn’t turn their nose up at any money making opportunity, the essence in the music itself was far more pure. N.W.A really were a bunch of disaffected street kids from the projects, expressing themselves in the only way they knew how – how they would on those same streets. Freddie Mercury, the self taught singer of Queen who himself fortold the dilution of the general musical summit era he had found himself a part of, sang specifically about the genuine issues he faced with a conflicted sexuality, then the need to hide that as the band grew at the behest of their label & finally, his struggles with loneliness & the condition which ultimately took him from us. The oft quoted example of Kurt Cobain also, whose depression & dependence on drugs fuelled so many of his songs & again, ended him, much in the same tragic way as the great Chris Cornell recently.

Even those who presented their music in a more commercial frame, were underpinned by struggles of gender or race when you dig a little deeper into classic works by for example, Dolly Parton or Sammy Davis. And while sadder music does tend to be more popular, we also had activists like Public Enemy & Rage Against The Machine who had real causes behind what they did, unafraid of judgement with a righteous, fiery belief underpinning their talent, which even if you didn’t fully agree with, you couldn’t help but respect. To hear the fury behind the voice of either of Zack De La Rocha or Chuck D as they poetically delivered beautiful rage, & backed their performances with participation in grass roots, real world causes was a true sight to behold.

The age of information has started to mitigate unchecked power or lies, that was previously unchallengable in those previous days. Despite what I or other people criticise about the way of the world now, it is now undeniable that even the average person has access to tools of potential power. Practically anything can be learnt from almost anywhere should one apply oneself properly. And at least in Europe, life has improved somewhat generally. In the absence of tyranny or dictatorial ambition, on a normal level places are safer, goods are more accessible & means to make money are more available (albeit still far from perfect).

And therein lies the crux of the problem; the application of the self. Most people exist in either state of total accepting ignominy, non-questioning complacency or are obsessed by petty causes that no longer require a fight.

Systemic racism, does not exist in the overwhelming majority of western or developed countries. It exists less so than ever before, as globalisation means we are already on to second or third generation immigrants across the world. It was an issue during & soon after both slavery & colonialism. Incidents of racism are isolated & because of idiocy, rather than systemic. Idiocy can occur in any race & any race, can be identified as racist. Any discrimination on basis of a difference in origin or colour is racism, & these are generally only isolated in their occurrence in the modern developed world. No one is obligated to emotional or tangible repatriation for events before they existed.

Feminism; the same. Any struggles once endured by the female population of the modern developed world are again over, & not systemic. Any incidents you may experience are in isolation. All opportunities that have been open to men, are now open to women, & any slurs or discrimination you promote against men are unacceptable & will no longer be tolerated. Phrases such as ‘all men are rapists’ are equally as utterly indefensible as ‘all women are whores’, & any exponent of such hate should expect the same punishment or retribution should that statement or action be repeated with the genders simply reversed. Reverse discrimination is still discrimination & marginalises the groups you discriminate against, simply exacerbating the problem. But perhaps without, you wouldn’t have a purpose would you?

Before, people knew hardship as technology didn’t enable every convenience. From hardship, grew anger & then, the seeds of determination to further oneself. From disadvantaged determination, grew belief & purpose. Purpose then, was rooted from where it grew; in the grounds of inequality, lack or wherever else within that person it became. They fought with vigor & if people supported their cause, it was because they identified with the champion of it, who had illuminated them to it. Even if that cause was not one they had undergone themselves, the realisation of what had previously gone unknown by the supporter & identification of that cause’s widespread legitimacy allowed them to authentically support it, until it was commonly realised.

Now, we have career champions. In much the same way as Marylin Manson intentionally raised his notoriety through well managed shock value tactics & made millions from his music as a result, we have idiots creating & subsequently championing causes that do not commonly cause concern among the populace, & are not identified with nor supported as such. Instead, these false causes are a vehicle for the ego, as we see careerists nurture the falsehoods they claim to exist, simply to stay relevant. They perpetuate a myth, mostly leveraging the hive mind mentality of the internet (mostly through social media) that appears to anyone, to have reached hysterical levels of relevance to the normal person trying to continue their normal lives against genuinely tangible challenges, like povery, unequal wealth distribution, corporate & government corruption & unfair taxation. Desperate to stay relevant in an age wherein they are constantly fighting an uphill battle, other forms of mainstream media latch onto these false causes & perpetuate them to reasonable, well meaning people who, at the risk of offending anyone to what they perceive has suddenly become a real issue, find themselves having to operate in a society where they have to be aware of everything they do at risk of being accused of ‘micro aggressions’ or some such.

All we essentially have now, is online popularity contests for long dead issues; divisive opinion over divisive opinion to win meaningless online debates, with no one listening. Meanwhile corporations, conglomerates & governments do as they wish, taking advantage of the infighting to place themselves best in the name of profit.

Wearing an armband saying you support ‘X’, often does nothing more than put profit in the pocket of ‘Y’ who made that armband. Changing your Facebook picture with an overlay of a flag or of a political allegiance, does nothing more than enhance the amount of information Facebook will then sell to their ‘trusted partners’ they mention in their terms & conditions you probably didn’t bother to read. Organised, tangible action has always been & always will be, the only means of enabling real change.

Those of you who read this, probably appreciate what I’ve mentioned here, & so I ask you to at least further these concepts to the unwashed masses who don’t even consider the concepts above. If nothing else, an aware person can make it their purpose to educate others. While thousands in the US consider the impact of what Kim Kardashian is wearing today or what micro aggression a teacher committed, equal thousands of Icelandic citizens successfully demanded the resignation of their Prime Minister after discovering he had stashed away millions of untaxed earnings in offshore accounts.

Open your eyes & unite against those who covertly take advantage at your cost.

~ Unjaded

Throw Back Thursday

Paula Labaredas. What? There’s flags in the picture??

In a unprecedented turn of events, I wil be taking a trip (of sorts) back to over three years ago this weekend, as for whatever reason the stars align & both JapYog (a reminder; one of the best fucks of my life) & ShyStudent (also incredibly hot) both pass through my new location, over three years when I had been seeing both of them in the other central European country. Both of whom have provided entirely not subtle hints about how they’d like to ‘catch up’ with me as they pass through town, & I’m all too happy to oblige. Needless to say, as per recent expectations, they both have their marriage problems. ShyStudent; the same as when I’d first met her in that she stays with her husband who mysteriously reappeared out of nowhere one day because (somewhat tragically, if you know why) she feels protected by him, & JapYog’s husband finally recently having decided to go the whole shebang & divorce her. She’d been banging me for some time in the past, & frankly speaking with the amount of offers she gets, it wouldn’t surprise me if plenty more had been ‘visiting’ while he’d been away from home. Totally not surprisingly too, he has been entirley supporting her both financially & in visa status, leaving her now on a time limit before she’s quite literally deported back to Japan. In fairness to her, she has been quite industrious in her yoga based business wherever she’s been & so comes through Europe to rack up some money before going (presumably) back to her still temporarily, husband’s current residence.

I did come on pretty hard to her to be honest, from the beginning. She had / presumably still has, one of the best asses I’ve ever come across – a seemingly common trait among yoga teachers. Even an otherwise quite ugly yoga teacher from my gym has a fantastic ass. I played every card in my pack in order to get her into bed. I must say that three to four yearss ago, really was my peak in terms of getting women. I was getting to the point of complete confidence, believing I could get any woman I decided too & without any fear whatsoever. And I was doing just that, pretty much with any woman. I wasted some time with a couple of girls who were hilarious once the whole story came out, but otherwise it was a abundant time.

Then of course came the massive low, which to this day I maintain changed me significantly. Despite forgiving myself for whatever guilt had been cultivated in my head, since then I have never felt entirely the same, be it for better or worse. I must admit, part of that process has even involved deleting a post, which was a necessary step in forgetting the madness that I went through at that time. Another contributor to those changes could have been the love, forgiveness & tolerance Venezuelan has shown me since we’ve been together, although I have sometimes considered that perhaps I should have made an entirely clean break from everything that transpired. If anything, she has confirmed to me that irrespective of how things might pan out for me, her or us, there still remains people on the same wavelength as myself, who also happen to be female. And honestly, at the end of the day very few things are permanent. I have to do what’s right for me & if she’s on board with that, then all is good. And so far, it seems to have worked out very well.

The point of life is, it can be whatever you want it to me. I remember reading an article by a man of almost fifty, who maintained that his harem of three girls was entirely sustainable, & that two of them even knew about his situation with his main one, with whom he didn’t live. Other people instead get married with the best intentions & maintain a real love for another, only to find the sexual attraction dies & they make open arrangements. And then there’s those who also truly love, & accomodate the person they choose to look after into their lifestyle. The possibilities are endless.

ShyStudent is pretty much angling to come directly to my house, which only means one thing is going to happen. She’s a stunning girl & about ten years younger than me, so I would have to hold myself back a little from undressing her within seconds. JapYog required a little more persuasion last time she came & said to me after that she’d told herself she wouldn’t sleep with me again, although from the enthusiam of the blowjob she employed to finish me you’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise. Then on her husband’s announcement to her that he wanted a divorce, she specifically messaged me to thank me for that very same night. She’s often hot & cold even over messages, so honestly I don’t know what to expect. I’ll certainly give her the option however, as I’d love to be up in her again. Perhaps in the worst case, I’ll just get it out & ask her if she’d like to utilise ‘this’ for anything…

On the other hand, new candidates are progressing through the pipeline nicely. Either tonight or next week, we should have a lovely Russian woman in our hands, & there’s also a new Khazak girl who I’m rather intrigued by.  And an old favourite has broken up with her boyfriend of eight months, & offered to come around & fuck me Sunday morning before her pole dancing lesson. By her own words, come over, fuck me for about an hour & then she’ll go to pole dancing. Perfect!

~ Unjaded

Resetting

Courtney Gardner, who I must admit seems a bit more down to earth. As far as Instagram models go anyway.

I must admit, my previous declaration to start getting direct & wasting less time with women has reduced my meeting & conversation rates quite considerably. In a typically ridiculous way, even a married woman expects to be romanced to a degree, or at the very least run through the motions for a while. I had gone to meeting for a drink & assuming she was attractive enough & also tolerable, to inviting her almost directly to my place.

I could see this was something a bit off for some of them. While this might work for a certain group of women or the married ones, a girl who believes herself as ‘normal’ & ‘independant’ won’t typically be too enthused by such a proposition. One of the most valuable lessons I learnt about seducing women did in fact come from a woman, in that a girl you are dating always needs hope for something more.

This is true but in all honesty, it’s a complex situation because as with any person, you don’t really know what they’re into or not into. What might work with one woman could be entirely different for another. However certain principles tend to hold more success than others. I personally believe the idea of being an asshole to women isn’t very successful, as it was often advocated by pioneers of ‘game’ in the early days. But that gave birth to the more advanced concept of maintaining ‘frame’, which is something I have found to always give an advantage; in life as well as in seducing women. I’ll always remember a French class I was in a a few years back, where suddenly there was a very loud, police related noise outside the building which made practically everyone jump out of their seats. It also startled me, but I kept my composure & didn’t show any external reaction. As the laughter died down in a largely female dominated class, an Americian woman joked that I hadn’t even flinched & threw in some comment about how masculine I was. Although it was a lighthearted remark, it proved that my masculine energy had clearly been noted.

In reality my approach has been borne from a lack of tolerance from listening to inane bullshit. Whereas in the past I would patiently listen to whatever was coming out of their mouth, which I honestly have to say was for the most part, pretty much the same. The generic, non-offensive, variably victimised & certainly not an easy lay character would come out, which I’d go along with until about the third date when they’d end up getting shafted on my sofa in my the same way they had no doubt become accustomed to. It was almost transactional in nature, where I’d pretend to be interesting in their generic viewpoints & not say anything too impressing about them at risk of them not knowing how to process it & deeming me unusual. I must admit, while my energy levels are much higher nowadays compared to some months ago thanks to a change in diet, I often found myself barely able to surpress yawning as I listened to absolutely nothing of foundation or to my interest. I don’t really drink at all anymore of course, which can limit the initial conversion steps for the first time & probably hurts my averages compared to if I did, but often the choice of where we’d go to eat would be of the most interest to me when arranging a date with a girl. What would be on the conversational menu was limited at best.

As with most things, when regularly achieving a certain, consistant level of success upon a goal one originally set some time ago, it’s easy to fall into familiar patterns. This tolerant formula I had employed had eaten into my finances & to a greater degree my personal time, despite it’s great success leading me to situations where I could (& did have) up to three women in a day on more than one occasion, & certainly different women each day. I believe my best week was eight different women in seven days.

This is now not the case. Right now I have gone down to two semi-regular lovers. The Ukrainian ex-model & SPC, who in all honestly despite an improvement through experience & training, aren’t that great in bed. Hot, but not with that natural chemistry that one finds from time to time. Yes, this was of my own choosing as it was getting tiring once things started to change from that very hot initial sexual phase, into the faux-emotional phase that women get when the sex is good. Then it’s not quite the same for me. Also, being dictated to isn’t my style, as the Israeli woman found out & got pissy because I wouldn’t acquiesce to her spontaneous desires or wishes to be the ‘only one’. I have always found it hilarious how married women can’t accept that you as a single man would have other women as well as them & have a problem with that, despite they themselves being married & carrying on fucking their husbands like nothing is happening.

Honestly it’s quite the turn on for me these days, to think of a woman fucking her husband after I’ve made her blow her load all over the place earlier that day. That’s a product of psychological corruption though, because once I’d realised that was the typical nature of women, I set out to prove that I was indeed right for the most part. And frankly speaking, I have been. Leveraging my fortunately reasonable genetic advantages & combining those with what is now approaching complete frame, I set out to enjoy myself at any cost – a view compatible with my childhood intention to live a full life.

With success however, can come complacency or even blase about the abundance. And as I have done in the past, I started to spread myself too thin & try to achieve petty little goals to become even more powerful in taking away any woman’s believed sexual power dominance. A flash of the tits without getting down to some real business, isn’t going to swing it for me anymore. Or more accurately, trying to shoehorn me into being romantic with you, when in reality I couldn’t care less about you, is also going to yield similar results. Now, I sway between indifference & hammering multiple targets in a pipeline methodogy; concentrating more on high quality targets & quickly abandoning any woman who is clearly going to have hang ups or believes she can fool me into emulating a relationship. The desperation is so apparent.

~ Unjaded