The past few days I have been enjoying the lovely sights of so many beautiful women. We have been having some wonderfully warm mid autumn weather, which has provided the opportunity for many pretty girls to display their God given beauty.
There are so many in the manosphere blogging world who despise women. Many of them for sure have suffered from the emotional fickleness, game playing, and machinations of the opposite sex. After a lifetime of pedestalizing women, undoubtedly they have endured the bitter disappointment that comes from such idealizations. Their first loves, those young creatures about whom they spent so many hours fantasizing, proved in the end to be flawed human beings. The messiness of human nature is a hard pill to swallow. The key to enjoying women is to understanding their nature, and not letting their feminine tendencies dominate your masculine. The man must be dominant. And being dominant also means being able to walk away and find other women when the one you are with begins to make your life difficult. Being dominant means not being afraid of the hunt.
I have never been much interested in the traditional relationship: something which leads to marriage and family. Perhaps I am lucky in that respect, because such a temperament has allowed me to avoid many of the traps that so many men fall into. My interests have always been in the world of love, seduction and sexual enjoyment. Most men desire some kind of variety. Few are able ever to practice that. Especially once a man gets married, and even more so when he has a family, he has certain understandable responsibilities. After all, the world needs to go on. Certainly many men are happy in marriage, but many are not. The same is true for women.
But so many men are trapped: trapped in a marriage or relationship with a woman whom they no longer love or desire, men who desire other women, men who want variety, and yet are unable to find that. Such men usually end up sneaking around to find clandestine encounters with prostitutes, or, if they are lucky, with a lover. But usually the truth eventually surfaces and such men find their lives seriously damaged or ruined afterwards. If they happen to be famous, we often read about their sad and sordid lives in the tabloids.
I feel lucky that, although I have certainly suffered the vicissitudes of love, the ups and downs of relationships of different sorts, I have never been permanently trapped in an unbearable situation. I feel that having experienced sexual variety has benefited my life.
What is it that I enjoy about women? It is hard to describe. There is the softness, the allurement of beauty, the difference in their nature. A woman’s smile can be quite captivating. I enjoy the tension that exits between the sexes. There is always the wonder and intrigue of sexuality, of the possibilities for pleasure and enjoyment, especially secret and forbidden enjoyments. Then there is always the possibility for something deeper and more spiritual and meaningful. There is a broad spectrum for love affairs, from the pleasantly cheap one night stands to the longer and more profound relationship. A melding of minds and souls and bodies can be a wonderful thing.
I suppose I am a hedonist. I love enjoyment. I love pleasure. I love the enjoyment of women. Today I saw so many lovely bodies, so many girls in flimsy dresses, tight jeans, skimpy shorts, revealing blouses, girls with shapely legs enhanced by sexy boots, legs smooth and inviting and created to be wrapped around my waist while we passionately fuck. When I see a lovely girl I wonder what she is like sexually. I wonder what her sexual history is. I want to know. I want to know every detail. For my entire life I have had these thoughts, these desires. I love finding these things out. Discovering girls who are as deeply sexual as me is always a delight. I enjoy it all. What would life be without these enjoyments with the opposite sex.
So unlike so many in the manosphere, I do love women!
Just a bit of beauty to delight the eyes. I need this on a daily basis.
Recently I have been doing quite a bit of reading on The Second World War, Nazi Germany, Stalinist Russia, etc. It is a vast and complicated topic which turns up many surprises. When you undertake a study on any topic, especially one like this, you never know where it might lead, and this is one the weirder things I discovered in relation to all this: the Asian fascination with Nazi era styles: http://www.chinasmack.com/2011/pictures/nazi-chic-cosplay-chinese-netizen-reactions.html. Apparently there is quite a bit of this in China. The irony of all this is that, of course, to the actual Nazi’s themselves, the Chinese certainly would have been on the list of Hitler’s undesirables. They were not Aryans, after all. Seeing some Chinese wearing Nazi regalia is amusing, to say the least. But is there something deeper going on here? I wonder if more than a few Chinese are viewing Nazi era Germany with some sort of admiration and sense of similarity: a country which wants respect, is motivated by racial purity, has a hostility towards Western democracies and is building its military to do God knows what. If so, this should be a bit worrying to the West. After all, the structure of the Chinese society is closer to that of Nazi Germany than it is to that of our own. China is still a communist dictatorship with no real freedom. Its people are told how and what to think. There is much oppression and many political prisoners locked away in labor and concentration type camp prisons. It would not be a large step for at least some Chinese to embrace some of the ideas of National Socialism, Chinese style. As I read recently, the world outside of Europe, Russia and North America does not share the same unease as most in the West do with Nazi imagery, or even Nazi ideas, hence we see quite a bit of it in the Middle East and Asia. For instance, Hitler’s book, Mein Kampf, which outlines all that he was later to do, is a best seller in Turkey. This Third Reich sartorial trend in China might be a another example. Such images would be looked down upon in the West. Just remember the controversy that occurred when one of the British royals showed up at a party dressed up as Nazi. Even as joke, such things are still highly controversial in our own society.
The world if full of strange contradictions.
I will say however, the Nazis had the best uniforms. Most people don’t understand that the German army uniform predates the Nazi era, and it has its origins in Prussian military traditions. The Third Reich merely appropriated the German army and its traditions. In the process the Nazis did perfect the look. I once read a book (I can’t remember the name), which rated the best military uniforms of the modern world. His choice: the Nazi SS and the United States Marines. It is hard to argue against that judgement.
Been too busy over the past couple of weeks to post anything too substantial, so here is a little more of my favorite topic: beautiful women. I am not sure who today’s beauty is, but she is a beauty. This photo has a nice, crisp contrast between light and darkness. And her blonde bush is also delightful to see. To me this photo, in its simple celebration of the female form, is art, not porn.
When I am sad or weary, the sight of a pretty girl uplifts my soul. Indeed.