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Journal: 20111027: How to deactivate a cat. How to rape a girl.

How to deactivate a cat

Here's the video that made it all click for me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9TmmF79Rw0

Cats become extremely passive when something grabs them by the scruff of the neck. The effect is so pronounced that it occurs even if you pinch their scruff with a paper clip and walk away. The cat just lays there mindlessly until the clip is removed.

Male cats always hold a female cat by the scruff of her neck as a prelude to sex. Coincidence? I think not.

Uncovering deep mysteries of the human psyche by watching random cat videos on the internet? Yeah, that's how I roll.

Cats have barbed penises. The female cat ovulates in response to the pain and physical damage caused by the barbs. Pain and violence all part of the program. If the bitch doesn't feel pain, she knows something is wrong. She knows he's not the one.

Bed bugs mate via traumatic insemination. That's the actual technical term for it. "... the male pierces the female's abdomen with his penis and injects his sperm through the wound ... the process is detrimental to the female's health ... females ... resist mating and attempt to escape."

Rape culture at its worst. Why can't he just respect her boundaries?

Support the fight against the ongoing bed bug rape epidemic.

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How to rape a girl

"Girls want to be raped." I've been saying that for a long time. The statement seems contradictory on its face, but I attribute that to the common definitions of "rape" themselves being contradictory and simplistic. Human sexuality is subtle and dark, for both genders. Those who pretend otherwise are either naive or trying to push an agenda.

But this isn't going to be the journal entry where I explain how and why women lie like crazy about "rape." No one wants to read that whiny shit. I've got a much more interesting topic lined up. I'm going to give you a lot of personal sex anecdotes and some fresh evolutionary psychology theorizing that should help you with your game. I'm going to show you how to pinch the scruff of a human female. Don't worry, it feels good if you do it right. You and your bitch will both thank me.

I once saw a study that looked at a pool of women that had all reported an incident of either "date rape" (penetration was achieved) or "attempted date rape" (penetration was not achieved). The study claimed that in the group where penetration was achieved, 40% of the women went on subsequent dates with the guy after the alleged rape. But when penetration was not achieved, the guys almost never got another date.

Women encourage and reward rape in many circumstances.

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IN SUMMARY, THE BEST WAY TO RAPE A GIRL IS FROM BEHIND, STANDING UP, LEFT ARM TIGHTLY AROUND HER NECK WITH LEFT HAND HOLDING HER HAIR, AND RIGHT HAND MASSAGING PUSSY FROM BEHIND / MANIPULATING DICK AND CLOTHING. the arm around neck / hair pulling has a very powerful subduing / arousing effect on the girl but it's all unconscious, and the conscious mind still tends to interpret the action as a benign embrace so the girl won't even think she's being raped if you do it right, depending on context. standing is preferred because that removes her ability to use her legs to fight off your right hand. pull her hair and squeeze her neck in response to verbal / physical struggle, pull just hard enough to squelch, you don't want to hurt her, but don't be shy, women are about 100 times more resilient here than the noob expects and strongly reward roughness and punish hesitation, especially when performing this maneuver. also pull hair pre-emptively when expecting struggle, like when you're advancing with your right hand / penis / clothing removal

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Unfinished

Just woke up from a great dream. I was ...

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I started writing this journal entry about three months ago. But I stopped. It was so hard. I would pop a crank and spend hours on it but make so little progress...

And it's funny because I felt so sure that this was going to be the most epic journal entry I'd ever produced by far. And I still think that. But I can't finish it. Why? ... Something is stopping me. haha. something deep

it has everything. sex. copious examples to illustrate my point, all bound together beautifully. I'm an authority on the topic. I've done all the research. The theory fits. But something stops me. In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is lynched. But it's not even that. This entry was going to be so good that no one could even argue. Example after example after example. But something stops me. I'm not in control.

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I'm going to kill myself when I run out of money. No one cares. That's fine.

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In the dream I was with Anne again and my arms were around her. That's all. It was a great dream. I woke up feeling alive. It didn't last long.

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I'm running out of money a lot faster than I thought I would, now that I live in a nice apartment and I'm taking care of Jrix and the poker isn't going so well. It's fine though. It's a lot more comfortable than the van. And Jrix helps my self-esteem out a lot. At least I'm doing something with my life, even if it's just feeding someone I like.

weird

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my arms were around anne and we were watching some garage band put on a concert in a public place. they played the chords G then A over and over again and the refrain was "kids! kids! refuse to see the students!" which is kind of a garbage refrain but it sounded good.

it all sounds so good in my head

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All women are turned on by aggression and violence. Perhaps not consciously. But it makes their pussies wet. It makes them "go crazy" and "do things they wouldn't normally do." The silent universal female attraction to brazenly rough domination is one of the best kept secrets of our race.

How many of our ancestors were rapists? If we're using the deluded beta definition of "rapist," then I think the answer is "a whole lot."

It's only "rape" if you do it wrong.

women are attracted to aggression. they are attracted to guys who touch them in the right ways. guys who break the rules. guys who are competent. even if the area of competence happens to be rape.

hypothetical situation, have a population

n saying that for a long time. it's a goofy statement, seemingly contradictory. better way of saying the same thing: women have evolved to be attracted to and even incredibly turned on by characteristics of a successful rapist

theorize about a highly successful caveman rapist

you can't just whip out your dick, yank the girl's clothes off and stick it in.

rape is a misleading word here, but I'm not sure there's a better choice.

these are all girls that I failed with (except taylor) in some way because I DIDN'T "rape" them. all of them were testing me to see if I was aggressive enough to fuck them.

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Prozac Cannon

link to videos of that guy who always fucks foreign girls in the ass, they go crazy. woodman

funny how much you can learn from porn. how many things you can't learn anywhere else, because of the intense sex censorship and delusions

woodman videos. dance club giggalo orgy videos

rich girls have lots of anal sex

anus is a great place to do drugs. male ejaculate is a drug. anus is evolved ejaculate receptor.

http://www.youjizz.com/videos/casting-2192911.html

http://www.youjizz.com/videos/pierre-woodman-casting-anna-2247236.html - jizzes in her ass, is she pissed? no, she's laughing.

pain or pleasure, bitches make the exact same noises either way

sonia would jerk off to porn of women having their faces raped, gagging and drooling. yelling at them. slapping them. not exactly "enjoying" themselves. enjoyment seems like too much of a high level conscious abstraction to be applicable here. but they are experiencing something quite intense. girls seem very naive and scared, not scripted, not faked. they don't resist or tell him to stop, ever. grabbing them by the hair and ramming their faces down on his dick. makes them scream, all of them. not in the business. after getting rammed in the ass by a stranger for 30 minutes, her first reaction is to burst into pleased giggles. look at girl's eyes when they're getting fucked. like they aren't there. anything else just looks like they're faking. that's the real show of legitimacy. absent mindless animal stare.

party hardcore, the girls are almost entirely amateur except for maybe a few seeded pros, but they might not even need the pros anymore, impossible to fake

http://www.xvideos.com/video1222694/yong_girls_fucked_hard_after_dance

Semen is an actual drug, similar to prozac. Anne sent me a long article about it. anus and vag are the receptors

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Antonia

It feels strange to start this sordid essay by talking about Antonia. For most of our relationship, she was the exact opposite of the female I'm trying to characterize here. Highly cerebral, very humble and loving. Very self-aware. fuck. never played mind games at all. never punished me for my honesty. so fucking perfect and i fucking spit on her. god. what the fuck am I doing. what the fuck am I doing. i'm sorry. i'm sorry.

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Um. Yeah, basically, she was fat. And young and inexperienced, so I had my way with her.

But after we had been dating for a year, we both started taking amphetamine. She lost a lot of weight, probably because of the drugs. Is that relevant? I don't know. I think so. She was still just as sweet to me. Still wanted to spend all of her time with me. I started to appreciate her a lot more, I think. Consciously, at least. But maybe it was just the drugs... she told me she would dump me if I fucked another girl... fuck... god, those months were so perfect... I could have had her. I could have just fucking taken off with her. I think it would've worked. Fucking dropped everything and hit the road with her and maybe she wouldn't have fucking left. It would have worked. I fucked up. fucked up everything. never know what you have until it's gone.

Fuck. Anyway. Fuck. So she dumps me a few months after we start taking amphetamine. Dumps me for some random fucking scrub she met at a party. And it took a while to sink in. I just couldn't believe she was dumping me for that loser. And the terms of our relationship were pretty vague to begin with, so there wasn't some big drastic change. She told me she was leaving. She was so completely honest and upfront about everything. She kept fucking me while she was courting the guy. Tattoo. Because he had tattoos. He likes music, drinking and tattoos. Dumped me for some random boring fuck. wasn't even attractive. And why not? why not

After maybe a month, I realized that she really had left me. She changed her facebook profile to say that she was in a relationship with tattoo and that's when I knew I had been dumped. realized she wasn't going to vegas with me. started crying all the fucking time. couldn't stop thinking about her. about how to get her back

right after you changed your facebook relationship status I drove to see you at the thai place. i remember getting all pumped up. all full of determination and righteous fury. i was going to get you back. i was going to change for you. that's what you really wanted, right? you just wanted me to change. i can do that. i've changed. i've changed so much

so fucking beautiful. took my breath away when i saw you. it didn't seem real. how could you be so beautiful? the pain of it. i saw you in the parking lot getting out of your car and you said hey like you always do and your sweet face injects me with gentle serenity but it's just a passing glimpse of comfort to add confusing depth to the shocking pain and I'm spellbound. but the pain strengthened my resolve. you had not yet taught me failure and despair. quiet passion showing strong in my face like you'd never seen

eyes locked and weeping fierce and angry there in the restaurant. you left me. hot with strange fury I've never known. how could you leave me? content to let it trail out with a whimper into the black? no. no. i was discovering parts of me that I didn't know existed and you wept too, both of us taken by these dirty sensations, tears flooding my cheeks and neck but it was secondary to the indignant ferocity erupting from me wild and out of control. the whole restaurant watching stunned. was i yelling? i don't know. but it was working. you were moved and vulnerable. soft and yielding before me. you weren't angry. you did not look away. it was working. it was fucking working.

we sat in the back seat of your volkswagen and I told you i loved you over and over again faces pressed together and embracing but you wouldn't kiss me. you wouldn't tell me that you loved me. why didn't you let me come over to your parents' house? but it was a minor consideration, surely. things were going to work out. such incredible euphoria and relief with you pressed against me again, all tension gone with a perfect goddess in my arms, the world set right again and everything else was petty details. it was going to work out, somehow, i knew. i thought it was over. i thought i had won. i should've known that you'd have one final test for me.

you were so beautiful. we spooned on a hard shitty motel room mattress for hours still dripping hot tears on your face and neck while I whispered i love you into your ear over and over and over again but still you didn't respond. still pulling away when I leaned in to kiss.

so I should've raped you. seems so obvious now. rape. there was nothing i could say. no "second date" coming that would bring me closer to your pussy. you already had another boyfriend and any waiting would just make you drift farther away. with my arm already around your neck, our bodies already spooning on the bed, I should've grabbed your hair or grabbed your top arm to stop you from fighting and slid my hand down the back of your pants to play with your pussy. so simple but I fucked it up and did nothing and you fucking left and it was never like that again, never, you became so disdainful of me, I was transformed into a pathetic crying fuckup and you were humoring me because I fucked up, fucked everything up and now you're gone. years. has it been years yet? i can still smell you. two years later and it's all there, still so beautiful and terrible. i'm sorry

what would you have done? started screaming? no. only the slightest pulling of your hair would be enough to subdue you because you wanted it. you wanted me to finally show you how much I loved you, to finally put up a fight to keep you, such a simple test and everything was going perfectly. just ten seconds of massaging your pussy would've been enough, just the persistent feel of my hand on your hair and the hot insane need in my eyes would hold you as I kick off your pants and shove my dick inside and fuck you like never before

I saw one study claiming that, of all the women who tell the cops they were date raped, 20% are under the influence of amphetamine. The fin asked me if amphetamine makes me violent, and I never got around to answering her question, but the answer is yes, it makes me violent. It's a hard thing to test. The world doesn't give many opportunities for violence to reclusive nerdy white guys.

i dreamed you signed on last night. incendiarywit11 filled my sight glorious and green and the euphoria and peace was there but only for a second. only a goddamn second before i knew it was just a stupid fucking dream and it all went dark. you haven't signed on in a year and why would you. just a fucked up weirdo you dated back when you were fat. that's it. i wish you would stop taking crank. i wish you would get fat again. you made me so strong.

think about coming back to you. just showing up at your mtg group and acting like it's no big deal. showing up at your wedding. so weak. such a stupid pathetic gesture. no. there's nothing. nothing to do and nowhere to go

i jerk off to your pictures a lot. hiding in my van on the other side of the country two years later jerking off and crying over you haha. the jerk off fantasies are getting pretty weird. you're always leaving me. you're always trying to go to parties and meeting other boys you like. and in my quiet rage i grab you and drive randomly away, far away with you confused and then indignant and then scared in the passenger seat, we stop in a secluded spot and I pour gasoline over your car and set it alight, approach you in the flickering dark and you see the death in my face all too well and it scares you and you run. Don't fucking run from me I scream and chase you down and push you down into the splashing mud black on our faces as I tear at your clothes and fuck you. I can't give you happy social stability so I'll give you danger and pain and struggle. And I'm sorry that's the best I can do but I'm trying my hardest. I love you more than life and I'm not going to let you get away.

my ideals. haha. my honesty prevented me from engaging in monogamy misdirection. it's just so fucking goofy and transparent. i never understood how you took that shit seriously. talking about it was one of the few times that I thought you were being deluded. but that's done. I'm done with that. I would kill to keep you and it isn't close. I would lie for you and I would die for you. I can't lie to you, but everything else is on the table. if I ever think you're going to leave me again, I'm going to get violent. i don't care. i'd take a bullet for you. i'd do anything. cut off all my fingers with a razor blade and cauterize the stumps with a cigarette lighter because it doesn't matter it's all shit without you. it's all FUCKING worthless. ITS ALL FUCKING WORTHLESS FUCKING WORHTLESS

rake your vagina with my barbed penis because it's all part of the dance and I understand that now and I won't shy away. I'll do anything for you. Anything.

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but that's not what you want. You just want me to hide my desperation and pain like all the other good looking well-adjusted vapid fucks you spend your days with. fuck. it's all so shallow and i'm no different. whining and depressed from lack of sex, all part of the program

please come back. jesus. it's all fading. it's all gotten so dark

"tell me that you love me" as we fuck as I pull your hair and you say it and weep because it's true in the only sense that matters, I passed the test and you're mine again. don't let you out of my sight. drive away. tie you up and keep you. never let you out of my fucking sight again. playing poker. fuck you in the ass to hurt you for leaving me.

"you left me. and now I'm going to have to hurt you. because I love you." twisted psychotic babble from a movie but it's true.

but you don't want any of that, do you? no, you just want me to walk away like it's nothing and find another happy life. show you how strong and self-sufficient I am. fuck. you made me so strong. no friends.

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Wow. Uh. Amphetamine is one hell of a drug. Anyway.

actually I did finally get laid this month. jrix brought some girl over specifically so I could fuck her and I fucked her. thanks jrix. can't get laid on my own anymore. broken. sorry

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Alise

In April 2010, I read in an okcupid stats blog post that women 6'0 and taller may be much more likely to fuck guys that message them:

It's plain from these two charts that women six feet or taller are either less attractive to men or are considered too intimidating to message. The data also raises the interesting possibility that these tall women are much more likely to sleep with a man who does approach them. Compare the 6' 0" woman to her 5' 4" counterpart: the taller woman gets hit on about two-thirds as much, yet has had slightly more sex partners.

So of course I promptly searched for all of the 6'0+ women in my area and messaged them. I scored two dates from this effort, one with safewordisapples (6'1), and one with Alise (6'2). I'm 5'11. I think. Rounded up. ;P

So I play tennis with Alise and we get food and go back to her house and sit on her roof while she smokes weed and we sit on her bed to watch a movie.

And I start scratching her back. I don't ask. I don't say anything at all. I just start scratching like it's no big deal.

Of course, it's actually a huge deal. It's easily the most important moment of the night - the moment when I make my move, and she must decide whether to allow physical contact or not. If she decides to allow it, that contact will likely escalate smoothly to sex. If she decides not to allow it, I'm screwed. As far as I can tell, women simply do not give second chances when it comes to the initial physical contact. I cannot think of a single counterexample to this. If a girl expresses displeasure when you're trying to touch her for the first time, and her expression of displeasure is sufficiently dire that it unnerves you and you stop touching her, you should probably write her off as a loss.

Alise is a tall, reasonably attractive amphetamine user who likes to boss people around. And I'm a (relatively) short creepy dude with bad teeth from the internet that she just met. She not going to just gave me a free pass to touching her. At the time, if someone were to ask her, she probably would claim that she doesn't even find me attractive at all. So three seconds after I start scratching her back, she says "what are you doing?" That's a hard one.

The most accurate and pertinent answer would be "I'm trying to get in your pussy, dumbass," but saying that would probably be an immediate game over for me.

"I'm scratching your back" and other straightforward non-informative answers are also bad. They invite follow-up questions in the same vein, when what I really want to do is to change the subject. It's also antagonizing. The bitch already knows I'm scratching her fucking back.

I imagine a lot of guys get by in this spot by making some kind of joke answer (I'm looking at you, Jrix), and while I think that's an improvement, I still think it's very far from ideal. It invites further questions, which must be met with fresh jokes, which is difficult and obviously evasive, so the bitch is still going to charge you points for it. If your jokes are actually funny and charming, maybe you make up for those lost points, but it still seems like a mistake to me. You're still effectively encouraging the bitch to constantly question you and fight you. Wouldn't it be much better to just squelch her questions right at the start and make jokes about something else entirely, if you could?

There are also guys who get by here by just being so playfully childlike and asexual that they can convincingly claim innocence in this situation. I think this strategy is best described as "being fruity" or "being a homosexual," and while it may be the best strategy discussed so far, in terms of just bypassing a girl's defenses and getting laid, I still think it has a lot of problems. Male homosexuality is partially an evolved mechanism for opting out of the gene pool, and male homosexuals are generally looked down on for that reason, so you suffer an overall loss of reputation for using this tactic. Also, the girl will unconsciously perceive you as naive. I still think it's a great tactic and very effective, but it just doesn't come naturally to me at all. I'm too much of a morose asshole.

Anyway, here's what I actually did: I waited for about two seconds before I said or did anything. Then I relaxed my arms, bringing my hands to a stop on her back, pausing my scratching for approximately 0.5 seconds. Then I quietly chirped "mm? y'ok?" with fast climbing intonation while simultaneously resuming my scratching, suddenly scratching much faster and lighter over a bigger range for about two seconds before returning to my previous lazy erratic scratching motions. I moved to lightly rubbing her shoulders a few seconds later.

Haha, yeah, what the fuck was that? I personally think that my response was quite clever, but I wouldn't really be surprised if any random combination of convoluted actions works just as well.

Alise's question is a "self-esteem check." I know that's a goofy, unusual term, but the normal human characterizations totally fall flat here, because there are so many impenetrable delusions surrounding this moment. Even worse, Alise has essentially lost what passes for conscious control of herself during these seconds. This is a very old, very primitive evolved ritual that we are engaging in here.

In a sense, it doesn't really matter what my verbal "answer" to her question is, because she's not really "listening" to me at this point. Not saying anything at all is a viable strategy. She's paying very close attention to me, but not to my words. What she's looking for are non-verbal cues of fear and uncertainty.

Seems pretty simple, right? Just act relaxed and confident! And it is simple. But that doesn't make it easy. I call it a "self-esteem check" because humans have very little conscious control over their own self-esteem. There is some sinister part of our brains that is always watching us, keeping track of our successes and failures, and that part of our brain cannot be controlled consciously. And that part of our brain may as well be telepathically broadcasting its self-appraisal to every other human in sight, because we unconsciously express our self-esteem in a hundred different subtle ways. Even the most talented and successful pick-up artists and social manipulators probably have no conscious control over this. Instead, they simply have very high self-esteem, so they don't need to "control" it it begin with.

I say that "it doesn't really matter what your verbal answer is," and I think that's true in a very real sense. You could say "I'm going to rape your fat ass you dumb bitch," and as long as your delivery was sufficiently relaxed and confident, the girl would laugh and you'd get away with it. I've watched Jrix do stuff like this on multiple occasions. It's unreal. You'd have to meet him or someone like him to really appreciate it.

But for most people, that's not an option. For the vast majority of people, when you say something that you "know you're not supposed to say," the bitch will instantly detect the guilt in your face and voice and punish you for it. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if any advice I give here is totally worthless for exactly that reason. If someone tries to take my advice, they'll still unconsciously betray themselves with guilt and uncertainty, even if they do exactly what I say. Fuck. It's like evolution has optimized and balanced this process to such an insane degree that it may well be completely hardened against conscious inspection. yeah, experience makes it so much easier, but it also makes you hate women, which causes a host of other self-defeating behavior. out of control. all of us out of control.

advice? am I giving advice? I guess I'm just bragging. I guess I'm just lonely. I don't know. fuck. so lonely. it's all so empty. love a naivety fueled delusion and now it's all gone and there's nothing left for me anywhere. fucking nothing. what am I doing? nothing left. nothing left to do but die

hahaha. Anyway. fuck. fuck.

During the critical seconds when you first lay your hands on a girl, what the bitch is looking for is fear and uncertainty. Acting like you're half-asleep, acting like you're distracted by something else, acting like you aren't even conscious of the fact that you're touching her will go a long way. Bonus points if you can time the moment of first contact to coincide with some interesting event happening around you, so you can both pretend to be interested in the little kid who just fell on his face or the latest plot twist in the movie you're watching, or whatever, and not paying attention to the creepy meanderings of your hairy mitts. This is counter-intuitive, but it's probably best to avoid eye contact with the bitch, unless you're either really good at this stuff, or gay. If you're one of those people who can lock eyes with a stranger in a casual friendly way then go for it, but I know I can't do that. Remember, you're not trying to win an aggressive pissing contest with the bitch. You're trying to pretend that nothing even remotely interesting is going on. That there is no contest. If the bitch glances at you, and you're totally at a loss for anything else to pretend to pay attention to, you can just start wincing and scratching your nose or something, as if you've suddenly been seized by an intense itch that won't stop until she looks away (I use that one a lot).

Time Start Time End Action Explanation -2 0 Alise asks "what are you doing?" This question is trap. The This question is a trap on so many different levels. The female conscious mind is hostile towards sexual advances, and evading its attention is the primary goal here. The female unconscious mind is on your side. but by acknowledging her challenge in any way, you're actually admitting that it's true, that you are trying to fuck her! that's the unintuitive weird part. you can't answer her real question because she didn't actually ask it explicitly. by answering her real question, you're falling into her trap and admitting that sex is on your mind. WWW Unconsciously, Alise is attempting to determine whether I'm trying to fuck her. This question is a trap. Anything resembling a serious answer is fail. 0 2 I delay before reacting to her question 2 2.5 I stop scratching her back 2.5 4.0 I say "mm? y'ok?" 2.5 4.5

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As soon as you lay your hands on a bitch, a timer starts. If you can keep doing whatever you're doing for about ten seconds without her saying or doing anything to deflect you, then it's like you just conquered some territory, and the bitch will let you keep touching her like that for the rest of the night, so long as nothing goes wrong.

I think the main point here is just "act like sex is so far removed from your thought processes that you don't even understand the girl's question." If you pull this off, the critical seconds will pass without event. Arousal and the raw pleasure of being touched will take over and it will never even occur to the girl that she might have been on the verge of rejecting you.

It's actually one of the best kept secrets humans have - it's really easy to convince women to fuck you, if you know what you're doing.

It and they spend all their time trying to deduce It's like the bitches

it's like a big switch is thrown in the bitch's brain, and so long as nothing goes wrong, the bitch will let you do whatever you're currently doing to her for the rest of the night. It's like conquering territory.

It's pretty surreal and counter-intuitive.

Seriously, it's like there's a timer. If you can keep your hands on her for like ten seconds without her doing or saying anything to deflect you, it throws a big switch in the bitch's brain and she'll allow you to touch her for the rest of night without comment. But if you do anything at all that seems like a concession during this stage, you're fucked. Very brief "false retreats" are ok, so long as they only last for a few seconds.

I imagine this is exactly the moment that most guys completely fuck up. This shit is so complicated and scary and talking about it is such a grave violation of social norms. that

Many girls act displeased or concerned when you first touch them, while simultaneously giving other cues that they want you to keep going, so it can get pretty scary and ambiguous. The correct thing to do in that case is to stay relaxed, possibly make some kind of joke or confusing statement, and either keep going with the touching or stage some kind of "false retreat" - move your hands to a different part of her body, and quickly return to what you were touching a few seconds later. If the girl is talking about your actions, try to talk nonchalantly about something else in an attempt to confuse the girl into passivity during those critical initial seconds.

Being obviously evasive will set off alarms. But how can you evade a question as straightforward as "what are you doing" without being obvious about it? Easy - by exploiting the unconscious tendencies the brain uses to deal with the massive ambiguity inherent in natural language!

so The main points here are "completely avoid the question" and "act like you are making a good faith attempt to answer her question" and "do not actually answer her fucking question."

Speech comprehension is a fiendishly difficult problem. Computers still totally suck at it, even after all the time and money we've spent trying to automate it. The human brain bumbles through with a bunch of heuristics and educated guesses that are very exploitable if you understand them. The most important exploitable tendency is this: if we don't understand something, we ignore it.

tendencies:

highly context dependent. we attempt to fit the phonemes into whatever we're currently thinking about. if some random subject is introduced, it takes time to recognize this and switch contexts

if we receive a confusing answer, we give up instead of asking again

Spoken language comprehension is highly context dependent.

The kind of women who play this game are the same kind of women who will never understand or admit that they're playing this game.

I know what I must've thought. with my dick poised on the brink, her pussy lips already spread and wet and inviting. "this chick is cool. I like her. I respect her. do I really want to toss away that respect, just so I can get fucked tonight? things are going so well. she'll probably let me fuck her some other time, right?" jesus. no. no no no no. fucking dumb deluded whores. even antonia. not paying attention to a fucking thing I say. all just post-hoc rationalizing for the deep feminine mate selection algorithm that doesn't give a flying fuck about my ideas and my quirks, doesn't give a flying fuck about anything I say except for the non-verbal self-esteem cues. fuck. even antonia. never really fucking loved me. love. why would she love me. dating some tall christian with a big dick and a lot of friends. no one gives a FUCK about any of this shit. no one is listening. shallow. everything. and me too. I can't escape it. i'm not special. I was about to fucking dump antonia and move to vegas, and why? fucking retarded. because she was fat. that's why. i'm the same as everyone else. the most perfect girlfriend I ever had an i was about to dump her because she was too fat. it's all shit, all fucking lies and empty bullshit and I live in shit and I am shit. can't trust myself. can't trust a fucking thing and why even bother because it all leads to decay and death and just fucking pissing in the wind. pissing on myself smeared with mommy's makeup. fuck it all. so fucking dirty and you can't escape it. so lonely but all i really want is pussy and skinny pretty amphetamine bitches who laugh at my stupid fucking jokes. vapid to the core. i'm sorry. this is all I have. how can love exist in this diseased brain that turns on itself and consumes anything soft and pretty and replaces it with droning death

FUCK. Anyway.

if you succeed anyway, you succeed DESPITE this shortcoming.

Thankfully, not many girls engage in this tactic. Hakeeki is the first example that comes to mind, I should probably write about the first time I touched her)

It may seem like she's challenging me to justify my actions, but I feel like that's ascribing way too much conscious intent to a process that is almost entirely unconscious.

I consider myself to be an extremely honest individual. It might seem like that would pose a problem in this situation, since bitches punish pretty all the "honest" answers to her

She's challenging me to justify my actions. She (mostly unconsciously) wants me to convince her that it's a false alarm, and I'm not actually trying to fuck her. either convince her that she should fuck me, or that it's a false alarm, and I'm not trying to fuck her, or convince her that and convince her that I am not motivated by sex, which I cannot do without lying, so the only strategy available to me , which I cannot do without engaging , so I basically just ignore the question. misdirection, but it still fits into my own personal code.

You could be making jokes about something else and

so First, it's obviously evasive, which is going to set off alarms. The question will

and if your joke is actually funny and makes the girl laugh, then you're effectively encouraging

Newbies have this notion that girls make up their minds about a guy before the guy tries to make a pass at them. Newbies spend all their time agonizing over whether a girl likes them enough to fuck. And women just don't work that way at all. Before you make a move on a girl, it's like she's a completely blank slate. Bitches will fuck anyone and anything, and I am not exaggerating. There are a thousand different ways into their pussy. If you're ugly or a loser or a stranger or whatever, then they'll be a lot harder on you, but there's always a way. Bitches will claim that their current attitude towards you is the attitude that they've always had, but that's bullshit. Everything depends on the few critical seconds during which you make your first move. Before that happens, it's nearly meaningless to talk about how much the bitch "likes" you.

(This is the reason why it's such a horrible mistake to ask the girl if she wants to kiss you, instead of just kissing her. If you ask first, the question itself becomes the approach, and it's not a sexy approach at all. The bitch CAN'T give you "the answer" to your question because she doesn't know "the answer" until you make your approach. By forcing the issue verbally, you drastically increase the chance that "the answer" is "no.")

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Louise

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Taylor

Taylor was different. Perhaps a bit extreme.

With most white girls I've tried to fuck, the "cat scruff" metaphor is pretty subtle, and the game is knowing that the scruff even exists at all. It's not really essential. It's more of an advanced tactic. Something to use on particularly troublesome females when you've exhausted all your other options.

But Taylor was like a mechanical bull, with a big gaudy sign over her head, challenging me to mount her. Not so much subtlety so much as a test of atheletic prowess. I was always covered in sweat and completely exhausted whenever I tried to fuck her. It was pretty wild. Maybe a lot of black girls are like that.

we fucked.was , and the game was to see if I was atheletic enough to hold on to her before she threw me.It was more like a big fat sign insructing me to hold on as tightly as I could, and the game was at her scruff, and I think the "cat scruff" metaphor fits Taylor more than any other girl I've been with.

It's like there was a big sign Perhaps with most white girls,

think white girls With white girls, the scruff is so subtle that the game

I don't really have all that much experience with black girls, so maybe

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Carol

attracted to me because I called her an idiot

er, why am I including carol in here? probably just because I want to write about the threesome attempt, and this seems like a good place for it, uh. ok. christ, feels like I'm never going to finish this entry though.

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Paige

"is this the first step towards having sex with me?"

real answer: yes. what I say: "haha, actually, I think eye contact is the first step."

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Batmeg

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Anne

after break up, rape attempt

anne was a bozo but she was all I had

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Sonia

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Krystle

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Destani

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Marcell

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Women reward What does it mean? Seems too obvious to bother spelling out,

post by the female goon, get raped

bed bug sex.

rape entry. start with lousilla. giggled and pulled away, tickled by my facial hair. then paige. did the same thing but I pressed forward and she went wild. pressure on hair, slight pulling. the 6'2 girl, went crazy when I caressed her arms, but I had my arm around her neck too, so could've been that instead? she was shuddering but it was only at first, it's the initial fear that makes it hot

one arm around neck and the other arm across chest, hand on neck, as a way of breaking the breast boundary, which is the first target. don't just go straight for vag, though that can be a backup. whole rape thing is a backup, for guys who are too dumb to talk themselves into a girl's pants, or for honest freaks like me.

rape is a misnomer. it's only rape if you do it wrong. period. but "rape" is still indicative because women have evolved to reward certain strategies used by highly successful rapists, and it's useful to identify and understand those strategies, even for non-rapists.

post you've all been waiting for. I'll tell you how to rape a girl.

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Hey. I miss you.

You were right. I do want to talk to you. Funny that I didn't understand that. It's not just entering letters into a dead box. Even though I can't hear you or see you I can still feel you listening.

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