Tag: romance

  • Men Wither Without Affection

    Your brain is literally drying out.

    I remember back in like 2011 listening to a Molyneux podcast where he was pointing out how Tony Robbins’ whole motivational schtick was predicated upon his being 6’6” with great teeth, good looks, and a full head of hair. That life was on Easy Mode for such a person (this is a rough paraphrase) and that you couldn’t extract much in the way of universals from Robbins’ advice (this is a very rough paraphrase, basically my own take). That if you wanted life advice, you needed a more challenging proof of concept than basically a born demigod.

    As an aside, it used to kind of irk me that Molyneux always mentioned people’s hair as an attribute, having clearly lost his hair sometime in his 20’s, but now that I’m older, I appreciate just how much a full head of hair contributes to people’s experience of you. Having entered middle age last year, I see so many men my age turn to hair loss solutions and wonder when it will be me that takes a gander in that direction.


    What remains true of men, irrespective their looks or their station, a man needs affection.

    Men without affection wither away.

    There are all these studies on WWII orphans and Eastern European orphanages after the Goy War that show babies who were not held simply passed away.

    The same is true of adults, men or women.

    You need love.

    My man is oxytocin-maxxing.

    I find myself in the lonely and underappreciated position of attempting to administer to the needs of decent people without the support of State or religion or credentialism or corporatism.

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    I chose literally the most difficult path in life that I could possibly perceive.

    It could have been easier for me. But my effect as a “spreader of virtue” would have been diminished. I have never been seriously tempted to step off of the path but there have been opportunities, lucrative ones!

    The love and affection of the good people in my life help keep me going.

    And if I did not learn to love myself in principle and based on an observable virtue in myself originally, I would not be where I am today. I would not know the splendor that I have known.

    Trying to do it all alone is folly.

    People don’t want to live with the humiliation they feel when they go to some menial meetup or a hopeless date with a diminished prospect.

    Not everyone gets to be Tony Robbins.

    Tony Robbins gets to be Tony Robbins, 6’6” and 150 IQ, because he won the genetic jackpot.

    People like Tony Robbins are exceedingly rare.

    And they do us no favors by adopting the bulk of their children instead of MAKING A BABY.

    It is better to process the humiliation you feel at being whatever age you are and living through the social hellscape that governments via COVID and now the Iran War have created. Yes, it stings to know that maybe you could have found that special someone when you were in high school or in college when everyone is supposed to go to college. But what if the distance between you and your future spouse is exactly the amount of that sting? Get through the pain, get to the other side.

    People are withering.

    It is important to take heart in your own potential. You have to find that aspect of yourself that is loveable.

    If you have no physical affection in your life, you must understand that this absence is shrinking your brain. Musculature that should be strong and resilient is instead fading into the background. How many months since your last strong embrace? How long since you kissed another person? How long since you’ve held hands? Why let the world separate you from this? Find the love you need. Follow the dream.

    Without love, you will wither away.

    You need oxytocin pumping through your system.

    If you can’t get affection today, consider taking some l. reuteri.

    This will get oxytocin pumping in your system. Then you will start to think and feel like a squishy, flesh and blood person again. You won’t be a dried out husk of disillusionment and isolation.

    Don’t be tricked by the Sciencebros out there who promise you that testosterone and peptides will be the cure to all your ills. Test supplementation can make you more autistic and strange and inaccessible to women. Peptides will never ease the agony of all those days lost not spent in full earnest pursuit of connection and affection.

    You want to be someone’s Valentine.

    Affection gives us a biochemical cascade that plugs us into reality.

    Look at the hellscape of 2026. Who is doing anything artistically worthwhile or compelling at a humanistic level? Only the people who have affection and bonding in their personal lives. Everyone else is spinning out, however charismatically and based on the remaining fumes of previous affection and socialization.

    Love is the renewing principle at the heart of existence.

    Without love, there is no future.

    Make your future happen.


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  • The Oddness Of Bachelors

    Everywhere you look there are more bachelors than ever before. Such a sight was rare in previous generations.

    Bachelors are on their way out of the gene pool.

    There is an oddness to them that I’d like to describe today.

    Bachelors are used to having things their way. Whatever self-serving habits they may have persist in a feedback vacuum.

    Due to multiculturalism, civic participation is lower than it ever has been in the United States.

    When you introduce disparate elements into a society and pave their way using the propaganda of mass communications and state schooling, you form a split in the native population. Some will be for the newcomers. Some will be against the newcomers.

    Suddenly you have strangers with strange customs, smells, preferences, dress, accents, and appearances showing up at formerly homogenous events. This demoralizes and alienates the native population and then the natives disengage. Ever been to a Christmas parade in the middle of nowhere and some liberals in Patagonia puffer jackets bring a fighting age male Indian along with them who’s dressed like them and just smiles at everything, trying to placate anyone who will make eye contact with him?

    I have.

    We’ve all had some variation of this experience.

    The State forces tolerance. If you are intolerant, you are destroyed. The more aggressive you are in your intolerance, the more you are destroyed.

    Since there is massively reduced social participation and since native Americans are also being run out of employment, which is an act of genocide, there are starting to be all of these bachelors everywhere. And they’re pissed off, estranged, lonely, and vilified.

    I have lots of sympathy for such people and my limited purpose here today is to describe a kind of oddness to them – not take up at length their plight. But if you have a gander at my video content, you will see I have spoken up on their behalf plenty of times. I have an entire book dedicated to their cause:

    When you are isolated, you lack feedback. Feedback is what grounds you to reality. We all develop our theories about reality but it is important to test our theories against the experience and responses of others. Otherwise, we develop hobbies and they destroy us.

    We have a whole generation of single, young men, run out of the institutions, who are logging into the Internet and having their resentments stoked and mirrored back to them. This is creating in them a sense of rage and resentment. These, of course, can be commandeered by destructive leader figures.

    I won’t stand in the way.

    It’s just to say that when you have no one, you have no negotiations. You do not have to weigh your priorities against anyone else’s. Since the government education camps are completely useless at pair bonding males and females together, you basically step out of high school graduation into a void of inattention and doom scrolling. And the young women are even more pressed than the men. The propaganda efforts aimed at them are several orders of magnitude more sophisticated. Everything is being done to give them “ick” so they’ll while away their limited fertility.

    And so bachelors persist. The computer, the smartphone is safe. Free time block? Spend it on social media. More echo chamber engaged. No negotiation. At best, shouting insults into a void. Call someone a name in a reply under an anonymous account. Vacant impotency. Lust for e-girls. Die un petit mort when the e-babe looks seductively into the camera. Hungry time. Go to the grocery distribution center or get the groceries delivered. Or get some Uber Eats. Don’t talk to anyone. Just keep grinding for some computer XP. Have your every impulse catered to.

    Without children, there’s no one tugging at your sleeve now and then to knock you out of your digital stupor. Men just let themselves go. The old fraternal networks are gone. All the Commons is a faggy corporate space. Men don’t figure on what it does to a man to just log on and while away. The soul being eroded until a man is a husk by his 40’s but hey, peak earnings have been attained and so it’s time to have a FrickFest with a younger woman. That’s the new sell. And the clever coverup for that is to depict the opposition against it as feminists who are bitter and jealous. Set aside notions of soul erosion. Soul erosion doesn’t happen! Why? Because someone rageful and resentful online said so. I don’t mind if you find a younger woman. It’s your conscience I care about. And the dopamine bump wears off and you’re still left with most of your old habits.

    I’m not saying YOU’RED COOKED if you’ve managed to get to your 30’s without a wife. I’m saying that if you were honest with yourself and stopped all the digital excitation long enough for your conscience, which has been buried, to seep through in the quiet way that it does at first – you’d find that you had a lot more to do with this arrangement than your favorite online people have led you to believe.

    I’m in the business of minting anti-victims. We all need feedback to get to where we want to be. Drop me a line if you need a cornerman:

    stevefranssen@protonmail.com

    Talk soon!