I’ve already bought and started work on IronWynch.com and in June I’ll post some photos of my progress.  I’ve already taken some, but I’m saving them for the big launch of the “new me”.

As I learn more about my body and how to fuel it properly, I can’t help but get angry whenever I hear some misinformation.  I’m not a big health nut.  It’s just that there are certain things that everybody should know but don’t.  Poor people living at the edge of survival who can barely read apparently know more about proper nutrition than the average urban resident.  As it is, I’m also going to have to readjust and rewrite some of my recipes because the popular preparation methods are just all wrong.

I thought I knew how to cook.  Apparently I just knew how to make things edible, not really optimally digestible, nutritious, and tasty.

So I’ll be doing more than posting my new pics.  I’ll be promoting my new way of life, which is actually a very old way of life just adjusted for the new modern situation.

He’s still kvetching about me even afterwards, and the whole time I focussed my arguments on his “arguments” and didn’t do any namecalling or impugning his manhood.  I even refrained implying that he was misogynistic to the point of default homosexuality.

Well, it’s like I said.  One can’t have an honest discussion there.  I think what finally earned me the ban was pointing that out to him…that the only reason people weren’t laughing at his ridiculousness out in the open is because it’s his website, and they’re either too polite or don’t want to be shut out of the discussion because of his misdirected hysteria.

I feel sorry for him, but at the same time, I feel kind of honored.  Pitiful as he may be, his blog is well known, and it seems I’ve successfully illustrated the difference between Alpha people-independent thinkers and beta wannabes.

Like Brad Pitt as Tyler Durden, roissy would be a more plausible Alpha icon if only…

I can’t even say he’s an example of dark side Alpha maleness anymore.

Hallelujah!

The host turned off smart quotes in the php.ini globally, so we won’t have the problems, but it’s bizarre that they had to go that far. Something in WordPress overrides individual instructions in .htaccess in entries, rather than the problem just being in certain areas.

Well…I’m not quite sure what to do now. This blog will work, but I still kinda like Geeklog too because I can customize it to my liking, and not have to depend on special plugins that may or may not work. It’s a dilema.

I was hoping they”d fix it in the next upgrade, but no…so really, frankly, I”m just done. My blog will continue here.

Last night, while hanging out with BK, I came across Slick.

I learned many things in a few short minutes. It was another one of those tao moments.

It turns out that Slick wasn’t actually a jerk after all. My instincts were spot on, but the timing was off. He’s a dad now, and a proud one. He and his wife have agreed to live together but stay out of each other’s way. I don’t yet know how out of each other’s way they are, but I suppose I’ll find out soon…or not. I don’t really care. Jerk or not, he really pissed me off when we split, to the point that I didn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore. He accused me of being obsessive for wanting to hear from him more than once every couple of weeks.

I’m so laid back guys usually accuse me of being inattentive, so that was obviously his way of saying, “Keep yo draws on, bitch!” We couldn’t be havin’ that.

So even though his smell, even after a night of sweaty dancing, still makes my headlights beam, and even though his sideways smile, awesome shoulders and deliciously pointy brows make me imagine that shagging him would be as natural as masturbating in front of a Romanian male funhouse mirror…and indeed it was, oh so long ago, I’m afraid that fantasy is as far as that can go. Once I learned how to say no to him, I perfected it.

I can’t tell a man how to be a man, but I can help to explain some of the traps of women, and how to avoid them. So here goes…

There may be two kinds of women, but we are both of the same hive. Hoes and wifeys work together, even when they are opponents.

…and a man who is under a hoe’s thumb is a punk. If she stopped having sex with him, it is because he is unworthy of sex. No other woman should give him free sex, knowing that he is married/cohabiting with a hoe who manipulates and deprives him. He is getting exactly what he deserves.

This doesn’t mean that what the hoe is doing is right. She’s got her man to pay her bills and whatnot, so she ought to throw him some every once in awhile. If nothing else, it will remind him who’s the boss, and might make him less likely to stray. If he’s got good noni at home, and he’s too low testosterone to still be pursuing variety, then he’ll stay in line. He’s got everything he needs or wants already.

…but if a guy is not a wuss, then he should not let a hoe get on top of him because then he’s marked. We wife types see a guy who got ensnared by a hoe who won’t shag him as a loser. A hoe will shag almost anybody if there’s some money in it for her, so the guy who’s paying her and not getting sex is a dummy of the lowest order. Some of us might be feeling benevolent from time to time, or be bored, but you can bet that for sure, it’ll be a hit it and forget it situation. Since a wife type doesn’t care much about your money, if you’ve got no balls, she might bless you once, but she doesn’t want you getting attached…and it’ll be very easy for her to avoid you since your hoe has you scared to put her real name with her number or something.

That’s where the advice from yesterday comes in. Do not promise monogamy to a hoe. She will not be monogamous to you, even though she will hide this fact very well. You’re lucky if she hasn’t shagged your dad on your wedding day.

The only people you should ever have to hide your extra partners from are your kids, unless you’ve already raised them to be open minded to alternative family styles. Kids raised with a monogamous example won’t usually understand something like polyamory until they are in their teens at least…and even then it shouldn’t be in their face. I’ve heard of people in their 20′s being traumatized from learning that their parents are kinky in some way.

If your wife doesn’t want you sexually, and you duck and dodge in secrecy, and sustain some illusion that you’re waiting for her, then you are whipped, and every woman you duck and dodge with knows it. It’s not just that your hoe wife/girlfriend sees you as a wuss. We all do.

So don’t be a wuss. Be the man in your house and in your relationship with the hoe. If she threatens you, then make sure you can threaten her with something even worse.

Examples:
Her: If you cheat on me, I’m taking the kids and leaving!
You 1: You ain’t goin’ no damn where with my kids! (Look really scary.)
You 2: (Show video of her shagging your friend.)
You 3: You’re starting to worry me. Are you okay? Maybe you need to talk to a professional…

Assholes have the answers that you seek. There are many ways to get rid of a good woman and keep your kids. A bad one who was screwed up enough to make a baby to trap you, wrecking not just your life, but that of an innocent child, is even easier to get rid of, because she is a nutbar.

If she’s only a mild nutbar, she’ll just learn to stay out of your way, and let you do your thing with other people in peace…but if she is a real serious coo-coo, then she will make all sorts of drama that will be grounds for having her committed or removed from the home.

If you’re not willing to get rough in the defense of yourself and your children, then just accept your fate…but accept that no woman is going to stick around long enough to let you fail her like you fail your kids when you teach them it’s okay to let a someone degrade you.

a place under the obsessive thumb
of a beautiful woman who’ll throw you a crumb
of missionary twice a year
and manipulate you with custody fears

congratulations
you win

a pretty thing to parade around
and have all of the men in town
nod their approval of your good catch
and the mothers praise your matching snatch

kudos

on your ability to find
someone who is just your kind
someone else who has no soul
you use her looks she spends your gold

what’s this

now that you have won your prize
you come to me with tearful eyes
and ask my mercy on your heart
when you’re the one who tore us apart

sorry

but when you left me for another
i realized you deserve each other
consider her constant humiliation
womankind’s payback for your exploitation

so

all the vengance that i need
is carried out through your wife’s greed
you thought i wasn’t good enough to settle
so get on home and enjoy your medal

Things started out fairly well. I was cooking, sweaty, and therefore in a state that should have fended off any male without a severe oedipal complex. I forgot that he’s one of those supermascutesteronisticextrandroferocious guys like my ex husbands, who see me as a fragile flower.

So eventually we get back to my room because he has to get his bag and prepare to return home, and we talked and well, the wrestling began. Fortunately, I was able to preserve the virtue of all my orifices, but somewhere between his I-love-yous and near kidnapping and kisses, he bit my face. This is a guy who’s been hanging out with Africans way too much, and they’ve subliminally taught him face biting.

The problem is, once I got him to calm down, and the truth started spilling out about why he’s been away so long, all I could do is shake my head. He basically went the same way BK did…shacked up with Barbie, made a baby, and has discovered only to his surprise, that she’s evil.

So I gave him the same advice I give all of them in the tone of, “I shole hate it fo-yuh, but you got yourself into that mess…” and, “The only way you’re going to have peace now is to treat the hoe like a hoe.”

Again, I will not be the life support system for a brain dead relationship. He thought he could do better, so let him live with that.

Guys here should be more careful. Some of them get weirded out because I still live in the same (huge) flat with my ex. Yet they don’t see a trap staring them in the face. So I’ll spell things out here in case there’s a possibility that this information might save the testicles of someone in danger.

If an Israeli woman of any ethnicity is over 25 and not yet married, she is desperate to marry/cohabitate. Most want to marry, but over the age of 30, some will settle for getting pregnant by you since if they know you’re good father material, they know they’d have to attack you with a knife before you’d leave them…and maybe not even then.

If an Israeli woman under the age of 47 tells you that she is infertile, she is LYING. She is just on the pill, and that pill taking will stop as soon as you begin to pull away. Or she’s not on the pill, and you’ve just been lucky.

Do NOT believe that a woman can’t have children unless you know from her doctor that she has been surgically sterilized.

A realistic woman who marries because of pregnancy never expects monogamy. Don’t ever promise monogamy to a woman who tries to trap you with a pregnancy. Tell her explicitly that you will marry her and support your kids, but that you will shag other people. Period. Do not let her convince you to be ‘faithful’ after you’ve been conned.

Once you’ve broken up with someone, if you do go back for the breakup sex, use a condom with spermicide, and dispose of them in the toilet, or take them with you. Don’t leave them where she has access to them. Bring your own. I keep condoms around just in case, but I still think a guy who uses my condoms is trusting me way too much. It is my ethics, not his good sense, that protects him.

Accidental pregnancies happen very very rarely, and if someone is so fertile or has one of those “condom eater” vaginas, that they know it might happen, they’re prepared to do what needs to be done on their own. So if a woman nowadays tries to trap you into anything by having a baby, you already know she has no dignity and no sense of personal responsibility. You probably shouldn’t have been shagging her in the first place, but what’s done is done. What you can do is refuse to get into a situation where you’re sexually trapped too.

If she threatens you with taking away your child if you ‘cheat’ on her, and you don’t want to go through all that, then you’re pretty much stuck…but then you have to find a way out that won’t hurt the child.

In Israel, the options are limited, but there is one very good way of evening things out. Get one of your friends to seduce her, and make a video of it. A hoe is never a hoe for just one guy. She wanted to rope you into a marriage or cohabitation, but don’t flatter yourself that she really only wants you. She just wanted the money and security that you provide. So as soon as you turn your back, she is looking to see who she can screw because in her mind, you are not the man in your relationship. She is…and no woman is really sexually turned on by a man she feels is a pussy. Deny as much as you like, but here’s the evidence:

She does not do kinky things with you (anymore or maybe never did).
She bores you.
She doesn’t like your family or your really good, have your back, take a bullet for you friends…and they don’t like her.
She doesn’t respect your parents. (BIG RED LIGHT)
She doesn’t respect her parents. (SAME)
She does strange things like leaving you alone with the kids at weird times often, like during the bath, or leaves the kid in bed with you while she sleeps elsewhere. (This specifically is a set-up for future accusations of molestation if you try to leave her.)

If a woman has already proven to you that she can’t be trusted, by stealing your sperm, then what makes you think she won’t otherwise wreck your life?

Now, I understand that this is going to fall on deaf ears for those of you who are looking for someone socially convenient, but hey, my conscience doesn’t allow me to just let this kind of thing slide when I see it.

This one claimed that race/ethnicity/religion meant nothing to him, and yet he somehow managed to get trapped. This means that these things are more important to him than his own safety or sanity, whether or not he openly admits it. Nobody who really doesn’t care about that sort of thing would push aside a good woman who is so beautiful to him that he can barely control himself around her, for a Stepford clone from hell.

Later, this dude calls me to tell me about some of the dirt this woman has done to him, and the cruel way she treats people. I tried my best to act surprised, but I’m not.

Of course, not all slim blonde women are evil, but the least he could have done is find one of them who isn’t evil. The fact that these “nice guys” consistently fall for the evil ones means that they aren’t even looking into the character of the women they consider the most beautiful. One is as good as another, because that’s what they’re socially programmed to believe.

It’s sad, but you know what? They did it to themselves. If you can help it, don’t do that to yourself.

The consequences of an accidental pregnancy in a conservative society should be an amicable union of understanding between two realistic, decent people who don’t want to trap and harm each other…not a lifetime anchored to a soul killing harpy.

I made my last post, a brief quote from 300 on Roissy’s blog and went to do my night routine and take a shower. I can’t say I’ll be thinking of them while kissing my biceps, but I will probably be laughing a little to myself the next time I’m fisting a guy who commented on by shoes before my breasts.

It does remind me though, that I’ve been considering vlogging. It’s not that I’m becoming too mentally lazy or impatient to write, it’s just that well…Guys like the closeted homosexuals (which is what my optimism would like me to believe above the more plausible and natural idea that they’re simply substandard) who bleat too loudly about women’s waistlines above a healthy preference level, live in a world of delusions. They don’t even know what overweight and obese look like, yet as buzzwords, these cause them to spin into panic while trying to sound rational.

I don’t claim to be completely rational about responding to such people with a patent hostility. Were I totally rational about it, I wouldn’t respond to them at all. I don’t make excuses for it based on rationality. I am responding naturally as any female should when substandard males get too presumptuous. Certain privileges are reserved for the strong…or at least the perceived strong. So I flat out hiss.

A martial arts instructor can tell me I need to lose some weight, but then a martial arts instructor doesn’t really need to. It’ll happen as much as it needs to for me to function in that art, and when it doesn’t need to anymore, it’ll stop…and at that point who really gives a crap what people who are not my sensei say?

Merely pointing out in the most precise way that I could, that yipping like small dogs about fat chicks this and that makes a guy look Gay or substandard, earned me a not so shocking, but sad to see, insult about my looks from the blog “owner”.

So I guess I won’t be referring guys from Relationships@blog-city to Roissy for tips anymore. The mighty has fallen. He should have kept his cool or at least done what an actually concerned “Alpha guru” would have done, and explained to me why big women who aren’t unfit should give a flying fart what the mass marketers have to say about weight.

That would have been an interesting conversation to have. I know most of the good answers to that, and agree with some of them. In playing up one’s good features for optimal attractiveness, it’s a good idea to know how to dress for your figure regardless of what’s trendy at the moment…and to avoid looking like a fat cliche.

…but it was pointless since none of them seemed to be reading what I was actually writing. As happened in Usenet with the Tokemon crew, it’s like they were talking to this imaginary person who was saying things that I didn’t and wouldn’t dream of thinking, much less saying.

Whining about how horrible my life is because I’m fat? WTF?

Anyway, what’s done is done. It’s just that this kind of thing is one of the reasons why I’m considering vlogging.

I don’t live in a delusional state wherein I have to be the most beautiful, the smartest, the anything-est…just the best me that I can be. Since I decided to start blogging, and sharing my life with the world, it has done me alot of good as far as keeping things real as opposed to making it easier to live lies.

Some of my offline friends read my blog…and probably some of my ex bitches too. Though the names are different, everybody who knows me pretty much knows who is who, so I can’t even afford too much bias in reporting events.

I think there needs to be more reality on the net. Fantasy has its place here, but not when a person’s fantasies about themselves are used to attempt to dis someone who is being real about themselves.

…that aside though, there is one little thing I’ve been doing for my vanity that the punks have convinced me is so not worth it. I stopped doing pushups on my knuckles some years ago because years of doing it put callouses on my fists.

Though calloused fists are a bit unfeminine, they are a clear indication that I’m probably the wrong woman to mess with. When asking myself what gave some guys the idea that I was alright to attempt to exploit, one of the obvious answers was that none of them know that I can twist their heads off their necks. Well, one of them does, which is why he “broke up” with me in MSN. LOL!

Maybe on some level, it is a mistake to focus on function without giving due credit to form.

Maybe I should put some work into actually looking butch. It won’t make me less attractive to anyone who matters.

Fortunately, I’ve learned something from them. The easiest way to say no is to simply not answer the phone. The problem with that is that someone new got my phone number from Longstroke.

Though he’s my age (38) and highly recommended, he’s clearly one of those underachieving Alphas who women make a baby with to try to keep him. It’s bizarre…four kids by 3 different women, in Israel. As far as I gather, he only married one of them. Most guys here are lucky to get a desperate 27 year old dying to get married to make one baby with him. Actually most guys here are lucky to find a woman who will just have sex with him for free.

Needless to say, I’m handling this one with extreme care. I might actually have met my match in the mojo department. Since I’m sure he already has someone to have sex with, I don’t have to be in any kind of a hurry. He’s as clear headed as I am, if not more since, being female, I have to opt for abstinence rather than non commitment.

What puzzles me though, is why a man who could basically impregnate all the hot chicks in the country, is talking to me. Perhaps he’s not getting what he really wants from the frechot, or maybe he’s aging badly. I haven’t seen him in person, so I don’t know, but I’ve had enough pals like him to know the pattern.

One glaring clue is that he doesn’t drink, and doesn’t smoke grass either. That’s almost unheard of…for an Israeli guy to be that close to straight-edge. He might be recovering from a very wild lifestyle, and have started to creak in places that he shouldn’t for another 20 years. Facing one’s mortality often gets a guy thinking about what he really wants after years of being distracted by booty being thrown at him left and right.

…or maybe booty isn’t being thrown at him at the speed it used to, so he’s lowering his standards.

I don’t know, and really I can’t say that I care much. It’s nice to have a little male attention to tide me over, and if it’s from a wolf like me, even better. Like I said, even if he’s not on the schedule he used to be, I’m sure he can find who to score with. I’m happy to be the sentimental attachment.

At least this way I don’t have to worry about hearing that I’m a monkey from someone I actually slept with. It’s much better to get dumped by someone I didn’t risk my life or health for. Then it feels less like me being a complete fool, and more like dodging a bullet.