Most of you have probeably read about a few heterosexual men who went on a rampage because women invariable rejected them, e.g. Elliot Rodgers and George Sodini.
Here in the USA, and to some extent other Western countries, people believe in the Sexual Stoicism Ethic; i.e. one is expected to never complain about dry spells. Anyone man who even mentions the fact that sexual deprivation does exist is automatically ostracised -- or at least is presumed to be unstable oo or even evil and in the same catagory as rapists and sexual psychopaths.
Until 1989 when AIDS became a threat to the general population, I handled it by cavorting with prostitutes. And sometimes I'd go somewhere else in the world where there were affordable prostitutes. If euthanasia were available here, as it now is in the Netherlands, I would have chosen to live a short life of relative contentment instead of a long life of wishing I were dead.
On New Years Day, in one of those countries I asked someone on the street where a certain brothel was; and he said, "What's this? Do you want to get AIDS?" From then on until I took Androcur (an anti-androgen that reduces testosterone), hardly a day passed without wishing I were dead. Like a lot of others that you now see on some of the Incel forums I was mysoginistic and bemoaned the fact that there was no way to get myself a comfortable death.
After taking Androcur, at last a rejection by a woman no longer raised hell with my self-esteem. At long hast I was able to keep my mind off of women and sex and enjoy the other things that life has to offer.
Now I have a girlfriend who can't get enough of me. But my get-up has got up and gone. And the extraordinary level of health has gone also; instead of being able to climb three-story hells, one after another, and still have lots of energy, I'm somewhat listless like most men in their seventies. Do I regret having taken that Androcur? Hell no! I'm glad to be the way I am now, instead of living the long life of wanting to die!
Here in the USA, and to some extent other Western countries, people believe in the Sexual Stoicism Ethic; i.e. one is expected to never complain about dry spells. Anyone man who even mentions the fact that sexual deprivation does exist is automatically ostracised -- or at least is presumed to be unstable oo or even evil and in the same catagory as rapists and sexual psychopaths.
Until 1989 when AIDS became a threat to the general population, I handled it by cavorting with prostitutes. And sometimes I'd go somewhere else in the world where there were affordable prostitutes. If euthanasia were available here, as it now is in the Netherlands, I would have chosen to live a short life of relative contentment instead of a long life of wishing I were dead.
On New Years Day, in one of those countries I asked someone on the street where a certain brothel was; and he said, "What's this? Do you want to get AIDS?" From then on until I took Androcur (an anti-androgen that reduces testosterone), hardly a day passed without wishing I were dead. Like a lot of others that you now see on some of the Incel forums I was mysoginistic and bemoaned the fact that there was no way to get myself a comfortable death.
After taking Androcur, at last a rejection by a woman no longer raised hell with my self-esteem. At long hast I was able to keep my mind off of women and sex and enjoy the other things that life has to offer.
Now I have a girlfriend who can't get enough of me. But my get-up has got up and gone. And the extraordinary level of health has gone also; instead of being able to climb three-story hells, one after another, and still have lots of energy, I'm somewhat listless like most men in their seventies. Do I regret having taken that Androcur? Hell no! I'm glad to be the way I am now, instead of living the long life of wanting to die!
