MGTOW and Being 36

Well, here we are.  Coming to a close of my 36^th year of life.  I posted similar blogs a year ago and two years ago, so here are the respective links to those: MGTOW and Being 35 and MGTOW and Being 34.

 

Hell, I can't even get 36 year-old women to have sex with me, let alone 18!

 

  Year 36 hasn’t been too much of a year; I’d say it was just average.  I had some outings here and there with my friends (all guys, of course), and took a week-long road trip to the Smoky Mountains, and worked, worked, worked.  I’ve unfortunately gained quite a bit of weight since my October vacation to the mountains, so now I’m short, bald and even fatter than I was.  Oh, well, them’s the breaks. 

  In addition to the weight gain, I had a terrible cold-like virus that kept me ill for weeks in February and March; I couldn’t seem to shake it, the worst virus I’ve ever had.  Then, in the beginning of April, I had a few days of an awful fever that left me feeling terrible again.  A couple of weeks ago, I came down with Bell’s Palsy, albeit a minor case that was barely noticeable to anybody else but me, but I sure had it!  Bell’s Palsy often occurs some time after a lengthy virus and fever, which is exactly what I had.  So for many weeks, I didn’t do anything but go to work and then sit home and try to recover.  That is a major reason why I didn’t blog for months.  Did ya miss me?  Did ya?!

  Finance-wise, I’m in better shape than I’ve been in years!  Still not making much, but I’m saving money and living more frugally.  I paid off a credit card debt, and I’m chipping away at two others I have.  I’m just about to have my car paid off, so that monthly payment will now go to paying off those debts.  So financially, I am doing what so many in the MGTOW movement encourage others to do: get your economic house in order.  This is a good thing, no?

  As far as sex and relationships, well…of course not! 

Three-and-a-half years and counting.

 I’m short, fat and bald, remember?  I’m also living in the White Trash Mecca, filled with lonely single men and trailer park trash single mothers, like these actual women from here:

So much trash in one picture, I can't even.

Stretch marks on her boobs from three babies from three different fathers (black and white), and tattoos of random black and white guys she's fucked.  Welcome to Leesburg, Florida!

 

  I’m pan-sexual, so I’ll gladly take a male-to-female transgender, and maybe the right gay or bi-sexual guy.  My mind is open for either…as is my mouth and anus.  As far as females, there are a couple of very outside chances I have at work, very outside.  One is a flaky 18 year-old girl who is very sweet but dorky.  The other is a 25-year old fatty from Long Island named Gina.  Because she’s not from here, she doesn’t have any kids and she’s single.  Wow!  I’ve seen pictures of her when Gina was younger, and she was quite a piece of ass, but now she just continues to expand even more than I am.  Recently, I saw her at her desk, eating king-sized candy bar after king-sized candy bar, three in total, all at one sitting!  Good Lord, even I’m not that much of a glutton!  But Gina is shaped fairly well compared to 95% of fat women, who look like this:

Yeah, but even these women gets tons of dates from thirsty men.  Unreal.

 

  Gina’s not like that at all, so I may try her out.  I’d love to bang her all night, but a relationship? Not a chance! 

Which brings me to the last part.  MGTOW!  Even if I had chances at relationships, there’s no way I would even try one.  Screw that!  I sincerely hope that more and more men read blogs like mine, as well as the loads and loads of YouTube videos and vlogs from those in the #MGTOW movement and heed their sage advice.  I avoid females my age and younger and much as I possibly can, but then again, they’re not beating down the door to get close to me, either.  But I don’t even try anymore, and this past year was no exception.  I don’t even bother.  Years and years and years of rejection and being ignored or sneered at by even the ugliest, fattest, most undesirable females, combined with the surreal lack of decent women here, as well as all the information I’ve gathered in the past couple of years from taking the Red Pill, leaves me not wanting to pursue relationships and even friendships with women 18 to 40.  For men who are interested in Going Their Own Way, I say, “YES!”  By all means, yes!  Read my blogs, read other blogs from single men in our dilemma, and watch the YouTube vids.  Immerse yourself in the culture of masculinity and MGTOW.  So there’s a recap of the events of me at 36 years old.  Be sure to subscribe to my blog!

MGTOW and Being 35

Men, a year ago, I posted a blog called MGTOW and Being 34 (click the link and read it). Well, here it is a year later and a year older. At 35 years of age, I’m still the same as I was last year: short, fat, bald, and obviously single. That of course isn’t going to change, or at least the short, bald and single part isn’t going to. I’m just as MGTOW as I was a year ago when I really started taking the Red Pill, as distressing as it was to take it. But as I wrote about in last year’s blog, the Red Pill and MGTOW is still just as strong as it was in ‘15, perhaps even more so as I read more and more online articles from various Manosphere sites and MGTOW YouTube videos, which you guys should all do as well. You really should. It’ll open your eyes and mind to the stark reality of how all Western women are.

In a way, though, it’s not just British, American and Canadian women who are the only bad ones. There are some from other nations and cultures as well, just not as many and not as extensive. Case in point is something that happened to me recently as a good-looking young woman from the Philippines suddenly added me on Facebook. Now, guys, if you’re short, fat and bald, NO female that is even a 1 or 2 will add you on Facebook or Instagram unless it is either just a spammer or some gold-digger just looking for a sugar daddy. Well, the latter is exactly what this woman was. Her name is Leen (she’s changed her alias since) and she has a hot body, one that I would love to lick, suck and fuck from neck to toe. Great ass and decent boobs, for an Asian-esque girl, too, as they usually have flat chests and even flatter asses. But Leen was lean all right, curves and all. For me, she was a 6 or 7, but for most guys, she would probably be considered a 3 or 4. My standards are low and get lower every month. Even a 3 or 4 is still out of my league with North American women and how hot they think they are, so Leen was a real catch for a guy like me.

Anyway, Leen randomly added me on FB and we talked a bit on Messenger here and there and she tried calling me on Messenger twice, but I denied the calls, just saying I was very busy. I knew that she was just trying to get an American husband to bring her overseas so she could get away from her life of low-wage jobs and lack of men (here, it’s a mind-boggling, suffocating overabundance of men but still the low-wage jobs), so I just played it light, Liking and commenting on her hot pictures and we would talk some sexy talk every now and then. Leen had numerous American men on her friend’s list, so I knew that she was just playing the field, trying to nab a sucker to give her money and a life out of a dead-end job on the Philippine Islands. Then, one day, she posted that she was in an “open relationship” (she didn’t understand what that really means, as she commented that she was looking for somebody when somebody asked what she meant), and soon after, she blocked me. Didn’t just unfriend me, she blocked me! All because I didn’t fall for her bait. She wasn’t satisfied with just a friendship. I was nice and we had good talks and all that, but Leen just wanted a sugar daddy. Well, I’m poor, independent and MGTOW, so it sure as hell ain’t gonna be me, you needy Filipina leech! Go find another American sucker, a simp. Speaking of simps, here’s an excellent blog I posted about them: Simps, Simps and More Simps.

So that was the closest thing I’ve had in years to a girl actually possibly wanting me, albeit just to take advantage of me, which shows that it’s even some non-Western females who act like that sometimes, just as many bloggers have reiterated.

Now, I must tell you that over the years of being ignored and mistreated by women, I have become not just bi-sexual, but pansexual, meaning I am sexually attracted to men, women and transgender. I am most attracted to women, followed pretty closely by male-to-female trans (particularly with breast implants but still with male genitalia), and then attracted to only a small number of men, and the ones that I like would not be the kind that I could ever get and I would be just as ignored as I am with the women. Of course, even the manliest, hairiest, grossest-looking transexual around is in such high demand now by fetishists and thirsty men that I stand no chance of ever hooking up with a good-looking one, and so many of them are just as overly picky as gay men, and I wouldn’t be comfortable being around the flamboyant, in-your-face and attention-whoring (and annoying) LGBT way of life, anyway. I honestly love trans women so much that I would want to pursue a full-out relationship with one, not just a casual hook-up. So, I am pansexual, but will never get the opportunity to go beyond being just “pan-curious,” despite badly wanting to be with m2f transgenders and gay men. The way I’ve long looked at it, the more I open my options to sex partners, the more of a chance I would have of getting laid more. Well, that sure as hell hasn’t worked for me, has it?!

However, one and only one major chance to hook up with a great-looking gay man occurred with me a few months ago. Some thin, good-looking 19-year-old college guy in Tampa was looking for men on Instagram and found me and saw that I lived fairly close to his boyfriend, who was also short and bald, and this kid wanted to have a “daddy” on the side, which I was totally for; I’m a strong believer in cheating. He immediately sent me nude photos, and his body and butt and dick were gorgeous! I looked him up extensively online, and he was the real deal, legit. I wanted him badly, and he was actually wanting to come to my house and have sex with me right before he spent the weekend at his bf’s, but it just didn’t work out that night. A few days later on Snapchat, he didn’t like something I did on there and pretty much broke it off with me, but not before wanting to see my penis. Obviously, he was a Size Queen as so, so many gay guys are, so if my dick hadn’t been just barely average, he probably would have still wanted me. So that was the only other close call I had with finally getting some, this time with a man. More and more men in MGTOW are becoming gay, bi, or pan, and all for understandable reasons.

I haven’t gotten laid in 2 ½ years now, and, although I’m still a horndog, I’m not as much as I was before, and not even as much as I was at last year’s blog. I don’t know if my hormones are unfortunately changing as I grow older or if I’m just so tired of today’s women that I don’t even get much sexual attraction to them anymore; I honestly don’t know. I masturbate to porn (usually softcore or just nudity) every night or every other night, but I just don’t have the out-of-control sexual urges anymore. I think some of it just has to do with long being rejected by 100% of the female gender—even the ugly, fat ones—that I’ve just shut down that part of my life and I’m focusing on other things, namely work, friends and working out a bit more. I see men all around me making horrible, devastating decisions when it comes to all these whores, and it makes me even more repulsed at women and relationships. A real man in MGTOW sees females how they really are and stays away from them any time and any way they can, unless it’s just to get some pussy for a bit and then that’s it. I greatly encourage all of you men to do the same. If you’re under 35 and still haven’t taken the Red Pill, you most certainly will by my age. And when you do, you’ll want to be MGTOW. Trust me. I’m 35, and I can’t imagine wanting a female for anything but a semi-regular booty call, and that’s it. I haven’t had semi-regular booty calls since Thanksgiving of ’13, but if given a chance to have it, I would. But that’s it. Hopefully, many of you guys feel the same way.

What’s Left When it Comes to Single Women?

So, men, the latest issue of Lake + Sumter Style Magazine came out, the December 2015 edition. This magazine is a propaganda piece in a futile attempt to showcase some kind of class and art in the area. The only two places where there is even a modicum of such in Lake County are the cities of Mt. Dora (arts town on the eastern edge of Lake County with some wealthy residents) and Clermont (growing city on the southern edge of the county where everything is new and clean and many residents are middle-classers fleeing the garbage heap of Orlando, which is due east of Clermont). Other than that, Lake County is a stinking shithole of scum and the White Trash Mecca, but this magazine tries to find anything decent about the area, and can only find a bit in Mt. Dora and Clermont. Full disclosure: as vile as Lake County is, I like both of these cities a lot, especially Clermont.

Anyway, I picked up Lake & Sumter Style at Wasabi Sushi Bar in Eustis/Mt. Dora because the front cover caught my eye. A mildly attractive woman about my age with the caption, “Singled Out.” Turns out, this magazine conducted a first-ever contest to find the hottest (and most financially successful, it seems) single men and women from the Lake/Sumter County area.



Apparently, a staggering 21,000+ contestants were considered (I bet almost all of them were men), and the magazine nailed it down to a handful of people, all of them blatantly middle-class and career-minded with no working class of any kind; kind of discriminating, but whatev. Every female was at least my age, bare minimum, with most of them well into their 40s, and barely even classified as “OK-looking.” They all had kids aka baggage, meaning they were used-up from previous shack-ups and/or marriages, and some even had engagement rings on their fingers! Umm…OK….sooooo…I guess “eligible singles” in Lake and Sumter means “technically not married right at this moment.” Granted, a couple of the guys also had kids, but the majority did not. That’s all Lake/Sumter Style could find as far as halfway-decent, non-trashy single women out of two entire counties with a combined population of over 330,000: a tiny handful of divorced, Post-Wall women. Wow. Just wow. But I shouldn’t have been surprised. Here’s why. Read on and learn, learn, learn.

You, see, gentlemen, this is something that you need to finally, finally understand if you are single, 18 to 40, and looking for somebody here in North America. You just need to come to terms with this statement of reality, come to grips with it , and the sooner you do, the better off you will be. The Red Pill is hard to swallow, but you need to do it and you’ll see life as it really is and females how they really are. Read this carefully, and then re-read it, and then say it to yourself repeatedly:

THERE IS NOTHING GOOD LEFT FOR SINGLE MEN ANYMORE WHEN IT COMES TO SINGLE WOMEN!!

Memorize those words of verity, that statement of pure, unadulterated fact, this sentence of unmitigated veracity. I greatly encourage you to search this information online. Google it and YouTube it; you will find hundreds of videos on YT about the shitty predicament men have it now with single women, online dating, etc. Do it right now! Knock yourself out! Just remember to tab this blog and flip back to this tab when you’re ready. So much to see, hear and read, and you men would do wise to wake up to the realization of the situation we find ourselves in. What’s left in terms of young single women is head-shaking, cringe-worthy, even vomit-inducing. Because of the unprecedented super-overabundance of single men my age in the United States, any women that guys would actually want have so many guys to choose from that they ride the Cock Carousel for years, one bad boy right after another, often two or three at a time. So what’s left is even worse than the whores that ride said Cock Carousel. You won’t find any decent, half-way moral single women at the workplace, you won’t find any at college, you won’t find any via mutual friends (seriously, when’s the last time a friend actually knew a single woman for you to date?), you won’t find any at the bars and nightclubs, you won’t find any at the bookstore or grocery store or park, and you sure as hell won’t find any at church!

So where are any non-married women looking for a man? Well, according to some propagandists, they are found online. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! That’s rich! Sadly, many men have fallen for that lie and tried online dating, and, as can be seen on more YouTube videos that one could ever hope (or even want) to binge-watch, they soon learned what a disaster of epic proportions that is. Nothing but fat women, hideously out-of-shape women, used-up, stretched-out, disease-ridden women, loads of hot black women (they are racist and refuse to date outside their race, and they all have kids at 16, so don’t even bother), ridiculously picky women with unrealistic standards for a perfect man, and single moms, single moms, single moms and more single moms. That’s it. Am I missing any?

Look at Plenty of Fish (POF) or OkCupid (OKC), and weep. Weep. Weep bitterly at what little is available. I NEVER have, mind you, but I’ve read and watched enough reviews of those sites to get a grasp of what bad they have to offer. Too depressing to even take a peek. And also remember that any female that looks great is most certainly spam or just a call-girl/hooker/escort. One time I looked at some profiles on Tagged.com, which technically isn’t a dating site per se, but it’s filled with tons of single black women looking for men and whining constantly that they “can’t find no man,” all the while ignoring an entire race of males (Caucasians). But there are a few white women on there, and here’s one “sexy single near me:”

Her caption read, “So what do you have to offer?” WTF? Seriously? Ummmm, let’s see. What do I have to offer? Maybe a house that’s much cleaner than yours? Laundry actually hung up and/or put away? No random junk piled to the ceiling? No old woman just sitting on the couch, leaning over like she’s about to fart? This fatso was a single mom (of course), living in a trailer with family members, and she has the audacity to demand that guys have something to offer her fat, sweaty, sour-smelling, misshapen, broke ass?

Then there are the shallow, narrow-minded, intellectually, morally, and spiritually vapid sluts on Tinder. There are no other females in North America more narcissistic and selfish and egotistical and slutty than all women on that increasingly-notorious and sleazy hook-up site. Here’s one that represents all females on there:



Seriously, you cunt? Nobody under 6’3” is even worth your time? That’s literally 95% of the male population in the United States. Only 5% are worthy of somebody like you just because you think you’re a physically perfect special snowflake? As short as I am, even I am much taller than her. She’s fucking 4’11”!! She barely even comes up to my shoulders; with a guy as tall as she wants, she’d come up to his belly button! But that’s how all women are on those slutty hook-up sites, especially Tinder. So unless you’re very tall and have a massive dick, you might as well not even try that site, and as I explained about these other free online dating sites, they are a huge waste of time, effort, and you will get nothing good from them. Nothing. Just lots of depression and frustration; I haven’t tried it, but I know guys who have, and their testimonies, along with loads I’ve seen on YouTube and Return of Kings, compel me to stay far away from online dating.

And since you’re not going to find any decent women in real life, why even try anymore, dudes? Just join MGTOW and be done with the fruitless, failing, dating scene. It’s not working for any good guy anymore; it used to work for all good guys no matter how they looked, but not now. And it seems like it never will again. All the good-looking, educated, childless bitches are slutting around and riding the Cock Carousel, and now even the ugly, fat bitches with baggage have so many thirsty, desperate manginas and simps begging for them online and in real life that you have to take a number just to say hello to them. No, thanks. Not for me, and hopefully, not for you guys, either. Ditch the dating effort and go MGTOW!

MGTOW and Being 34

Just a pretty simple blog here, men. As I’ve said in my first blog (Blog Cherry Popping, which you should all read), I’m 34 years old. Been 34 since last July 2nd, so yeah, the big number is coming up, and yes, I’m dreading it. I’m dreading it as much as I did when I hit 30, and that was a rather depressing birthday; I held on to 29 as long as I could so I could say I was in my 20s. If I could live my life perpetually 29, I’d be one happy dude.

But I do want to talk about what it’s like being 34 to those guys who might be reading this blog and are younger. Do I have regrets in my life? Many small things, actually, but at least a few big ones. Are there things I wish I would have done differently in my younger years (15 to 30)? Abso-friggen-lutely! Knowing now what I know today, there would have been numerous changes in my life, and I believe I would be in much better financial and physical shape than I am right now. Physically, I’m great, except for being overweight, unfortunately; financially, I’m in some pretty bad debt, but a good chunk of it has been greatly lowered over the past few years and I’m making progress in that regard. But I do wish that I had been much more frugal with my money and I wish I had taken a different route with my education, both high school and college. These are regrets and issues that many men face. Hindsight is 20/20, eh?

Relationship-wise, eh, well, I’ve had so few of those that I don’t really have any major regrets one way or the other, because no matter how I slice it, those relationships I’ve had wouldn’t have lasted all that much longer, anyway. One of them might have, but them’s the breaks. I’m not too heart-broken over my relationships—or lack thereof—anymore.

Which brings me to the main point of this blog post. There’s something about being a 34-year-old man that changes the whole dynamic of how you see your life. I discovered MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way) last year soon after I turned 34, and have been more and more involved in it here in 2015. Before then, I worried and fretted and grieved over not having anybody and wanting to bend over backwards to impress the female gender. But when I hit the age that I am now, it all seemed to dissipate, and rather quickly. Like something in my brain clicked on almost immediately and I began to see the light, and I took the Red Pill quite quickly and with little apprehension. I didn’t really see the parallels between my age and MGTOW until I saw some comments on a couple of separate Youtube videos by MGTOW purveyors Sandman and Raging Golden Eagle. Look up both men and watch their vids and you will be impressed, I believe. The videos were dealing with how men are just giving up on marriage and how it is not only the younger demographic (18 to 28) but the—sigh—“older” demos as well, namely my age bracket. And there were numerous comments from men who said that it seemed that 33 to 35 were the ages that they suddenly had an overwhelming sense of self-respect and self-worth come over them and they joined MGTOW. More than a few guys said that 34 seemed to be the age when they took the Red Pill and changed their lives, as if—somehow, someway—34 is the age when men see the light. Nobody can explain it physiologically or psychologically, but there’s something about being my age that men start to see life in a whole different light.

Sure, I still have the libido that goes unchecked. I still have the yearning for a good lay every now and then, a lay I never, ever get. But I don’t bother trying anymore, and apparently, many men my age are doing the same thing. It’s a cathartic time in one’s life, and I’m not too upset about it. I embrace it. I have a very close single friend who is 27 (and is quite tall, actually, which is rare that a tall guy is single and alone) and is seeing more and more how all Western women have become with feminism and liberalism and hypergamy. But he still has not taken the Red Pill and would be considered Purple Pill. He admits that he probably will eventually join MGTOW, but he’s hoping much later in life as he’s still holding out hope that if he does this or does that or moves here or moves there, the women wherever he goes will suddenly want him. Oh, he’ll see the light one day. And it will probably be when he turns 34!

So to those frustrated single guys younger than me who are Purple Pill and as yet uncertain about taking the MGTOW route, trust me: if you have any dignity or self-respect, you will wake up to the realities of American women and hypergamy and feminism and drop them like that a bad crack habit. But it may happen when you are my age. When it does happen, embrace it, don’t fight it! You will see a whole new world open before your eyes, a world involving you and your gender and your success and your happiness. It happened to me…when I turned 34. Better late than never!

Blog Cherry Popping!

Hey, all! This is my first blog post on Life in a White Trash Mecca! Just an introduction about how I am, where I live, and what I’ll be blogging about from time to time.

Back in the glorious Myspace days, (oh, may they R.I.P.), I had a fairly successful blog, with numerous subscribers. My tracking map would show blog reads coming from all parts of North America, even some in Germany, Norway and Australia. Ah, better days, better days. Since the self-destruction of Myspace back in November of 2010, I haven’t posted so much as one blog, one vlog, one commentary online. Nothing. Well, it’s time to get back into the swing of things!

I’m 34 years old, fairly short, fairly fat and fairly bald. For many years, I’ve worked full-time in an average, run-of-the-mill job. I drive a nice but pretty average car. I have some friends, I have some family, I have interests and hobbies (hiking, driving, road trips, acting, singing, music, video production, etc.) Basically, I’m your stereotypical Beta Male in most ways. Gamma Male I am not, though! I’ve been very single for most of my life, not by any choice of my own, just by the lack of good women/overabundance of good men ratio. I’ve dated a bit here and there, and I’ve been in two long-term relationships, one of those being very on-again, off-again; it was pretty much a Friends with Benefits situation that went off and on for several years. Whatev. I used to be very frustrated and bitter toward being single, alone and unloved, but thanks to sites like Return of Kings and Roosh, I have since taken the Red Pill and my entire attitude has changed. I have embraced much—but not all—of the MGTOW subculture that is starting to cause quite a stir in the dating/relationship world.

So my blogs will discuss MGTOW and the state of Western men and women today. I’ll also write about topics from religion (if you’re looking for spiteful rants from militant atheists, look elsewhere) to politics (and if you’re looking for something MSNBC would post, look elsewhere) to describing the title of my blog, Life in a White Trash Mecca. Yeah, there’s a reason why I call this area that, trust me. I’ll also throw in quite a few internet memes regarding everything I just mentioned. Hope you enjoy!