Love In A Time Of Poz

Every man wants the wheat field virgin. They exist. In high school. Teenage boys right now, and even the boys who are still too young to pay attention to girls, know this: you must figure out what you want from life at a very young age.

If you want the kind of woman God intended for you to have, marry your slim, pretty high school girlfriend and start putting buns in her oven right away. Make your parents and hers help you financially and know the sixteen principles.

As to older single men, consider Plumpjack’s words. His long comment at Chateau Heartiste follows:

There’s fantasy and then there’s reality. The fantasy is that a bumper crop of fresh, malleable, submissive HB8-10 virgins with perfect hip:waist ratios and perfectly rounded elbows, is right around the corner, and that every shitlord will have his pick of the bunch to wife up and create an huge family with.

The reality is that the poz, which was specifically designed as a tool of biological and psychological warfare against the goyim, has permeated every last crack and crevice of white societies for at least the past thirty years.

It was a direct attack on one of the backbones of white societies: the virtue of our women. Both men and women have come to see each other as nothing more than fucktoys. This seems to have hurt women more than men, because men have more time on their biological clocks to run down, but on a long enough time scale, we’re all screwed. And not in a good way. But if you find yourself hating all women except nubile virgins, then guess what? It worked.

So here’s the thing: our women have been tainted. Men and women have been pitted against each other. Men hate women for giving themselves away freely, to men who weren’t investing in them. Women hate men because the quality men see them as nothing more than fucktoys, not worth investing in. So we’re stuck in a vicious cycle which, if not broken, will end in us disappearing from this universe. One side is going to have to start the reconciliation.

You have to use your judgement as to whether a woman in her thirties is worthy of being the mother of your kids. There’s a very good chance that she spent her late teens and twenties believing the poz mind poison that she’s an all-powerful fucktoy who can get whatever she wants from the world by manipulating men into doing her bidding, and that she would be forever free from the consequences. Does that make her a bad person? Does that mean she’s not worth investing in? If you can bring her in line and she becomes YOUR woman, can she be seen as redeemed? Only you can make that calculation for yourself.

Another way of looking at this is, imagine if in the past an invading army came and raped all of our women. Every last one. Would you choose to perish, because all your women had been tainted? Or would you work with what you had? My guess is that our ancestors worked with what they had.

Plenty of women screw multiple guys because it’s their only way of finding out who is really Alpha and who is not. Who can deliver the whole package, who’s a fraud. Birth control has given them that “freedom” to shop around. If you want to see it that way. That doesn’t mean they all use that “freedom” to pursue full-on degeneracy. Many of them choose long term relationships, trying to figure out if the guy they chose is worthy of cashing in her hypergamy chips and going all in for a family. How will she know whether he’s the best option if she doesn’t try at least a few different guys? The other option is arranged marriages to a patriarchy-approved Beta. And how well did that work out last time? Legions of sexually-frustrated women were the low hanging fruit that brought down civilization.

TL;DR. Fuck what everyone else says, especially guys on the internet. Pick a woman of good character who makes your dick rock-fucking-hard and then tell her in no uncertain terms that the two of you are creating a family together and that nothing she does will impress you until you see that first healthy kid’s head coming out of her pussy. Then follow through. Every. Step. Of. The. Way.

I guarantee you you will not have a problem with a woman if you approach the whole enterprise with this level of purpose and clarity. This is what they want. The powerful, clear-headed guy who makes them feel valued

You will have to decide what level of imperfection you are willing to accept in your woman. I’d say that at this particular time and place, you’re going to have to be flexible on the fact that she shared her pussy with some other guys, while she was searching for the you, guy who could actually deliver the whole package. The way you can feel better about this is to pick the absolutely finest, highest quality woman you can find. I’m talking, like, ridiculously fine. Then ride her hard, emotionally, physically, psychologically, early on, to see what she’s about. If she doesn’t crack, and you guys are hot for each other, you’ve probably got a good one. just make sure you have a plan to follow through. If she catches even a whiff of you wavering, you’ll lose her.

And, again, fuck what everyone else says. It’s your life.

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33 thoughts on “Love In A Time Of Poz

  1. “I guarantee you you will not have a problem with a woman if you approach the whole enterprise with this level of purpose and clarity”

    Yes, because no man ass-raped in Family courts started his marriage with a sense of purpose and clarity. /sarcasm

    Look, I agree that you have to try with the women available and it is not good for you to be stopped by negativity.

    But, please, look for character. Look for a woman who is willing to give and not only receive. Don’t vet a woman because she doesn’t make your dick “rock hard”. Even if you marry a hottie, you will end up fed up with f*cking the same body.

    A man marries thinking with his dick (thinking their woman is good marriage material because his brain is full of testosterone) and he ends up divorced. Look to your girlfriend objectively.

  2. How moving!: “I had to fuck a thousand guys before I met you!” Can’t we work with some other plan?

  3. There’s a picture of a woman in a wheat field, Slavic scarf I saw one time and have never forgotten. Haven’t found it sense. Just this incredible mix of beauty, Eros, tradition, something primal.

  4. My only anonymous comment is do not marry a divorced woman – she will never bond with you the way a younger one does. My ex-wife, whom I met at 19 and we divorced by 29, admits to me she still misses what we had now that she’s a 40 year old “happily” married mother of 2. My advice is simpler: whatever you do, do not marry a divorced woman. That is the worst of both worlds: she’s had intimate, intense sex with 1 guy for a decade, then she got on the carousel after the divorce, hard, and then you show up. No way A reformed semi-slut will probably have had sex far, far fewer times than the divorced woman with a lower notch count. And I have known more than one girl who was slutty but never took it seriously, waiting for an alpha. The divorced ones really are the tainted one in my experience.

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  6. Good point on the timing issue! There is no substitute for determining EARLY what life you want to live. This is a crucial question all wise parents should ask their 12-13 year old kids, far more timely then than “what do you want to be when you grow up?” The other crucial act for parents is to radically reduce the opportunity for teens to make irrevocable deal-breaker actions while teen-brain impulsivity is highest.

    Most of the crowd is doomed. They always are. The goal in this life, as I see it, is to forget about the median and mode, and aspire to being more.

    PS: if you missed the opportunity to land a nice, pretty girl early, putting a lot of emphasis on beauty seems likely to backfire. Every man I know who wifed up a girl he thought was “really hot” is divorced. Sweet nature is job one.

  7. “seems to have hurt women more than men, because men have more time on their biological clocks to run down…”

    I assume guys like this are thinking only of males that they consider men. Lol.

    >>another way of looking at it invading army raped “our” women…

    And they LIKED IT and spit in our faces afterwards.

  8. “I assume guys like this are thinking only of males that they consider men. Lol.”

    I think that’s true, but it’s also a given. Which is why he used the word men and not males.

    I read your comment to mean that for males who don’t adequately become men, that their window is very limited indeed.

  9. The girl pictured above is Lauren Elizabeth Cutshaw and she was in the news this week for DUI. (and written up at Daily Stormer)

    And here’s the joke: the bitch can’t even read .18 and not slur her words. What a lightweight. What a girl. What a non-professional alcoholic.

    She is an East Coast Boston-area bitch vagina person and her name is quality Old American.

    An image search on her name reveals all sorts of pictures. She’s a babe and there are pictures of her with guns, so by extension she hangs with gun-shooters and also,by what she said to the cops, is explicitly woke.

    So this girl needs redeemed. There might be something a little crooked about her face. No one is perfect.

    Check out this uber chad that comes up in the image search, maybe her boyfriend?

  10. “Maybe her boyfriend?”

    On the contrary, it’s the obit picture of another Old American Cutshaw, Samuel ‘Sam’ Coleman, who died (2017) tragically and young, trimming trees on Hilton Head Island.

    He is holding what might be an alcoholic beverage in this his obit picture, so that’s either ironic or not, depending on what means irony.

    Perhaps Cutshaws are prevalent “problem drinkers” as they are sometimes called in the community of psychiatric diagnosticians.

    Otoh tree trimming is extremely dangerous work, some of the most.

    I knocked down a few trees in my day. There’s always more to cut down, but on the other hand we’ve cut down a lot of trees. Lumberjacks are like hunters. There is a lot of hypocrisy about it. They think that they own the forest or something.

  11. Plumpjack’s original comment is thumbs-up.

    The tl;dr: Love will find a way

    Love is one of those things that you can’t be too explicit about how it works, because that’s the magic part.

    ******************

    Love hasn’t worked for me. As I have lamented in the past, the story of my life is that love didn’t work out, because women weren’t sympathetic. And I needed sympathy to make it work.

    And they weren’t sympathetic. (Did I already say that?)

    There were two girls slash women, both of whom I slept with [*] who now have children by other men, and it doesn’t cause me grief to learn that their partnerships and families are troubled.

  12. * Slept with — that’s gotta be the best euphemism in the history of euphemisms.

    When a man makes his notch count, what’s the difference between the number of females he stuck his dick in, versus the number with whom there was full conjugal sex, by which here we mean no plastic and touching, PiV and ejaculation therein?

    My estimate of that difference, in this our Time of Poz, to be a factor of TEN.

  13. Could we return to a time where girls at the age of 12 or so aren’t just turned out, but instead can do their shit testing in a safe, supervised, chaperoned verbal setting, whereafter they choose an appropriate husband?

  14. — but instead can do their shit testing in a safe, supervised, chaperoned verbal setting, whereafter they choose an appropriate husband?

    This is along the lines that I was thinking. As things stand, women are designed to f. wildly between the ages of 15 and 25. They shift into matronly mode after that, as they should. So:

    Ordering a society in a way that discourages 15-year-old girls from marrying but requires them to be celibate until they’re of acceptable marriage age places an unreasonable burden on women.

    Ordering a society in a way that discourages 15-year-old girls from marrying but allows them to f. before they’re of acceptable marriage age places an unreasonable burden on men.

  15. And yet the meta-reality is that absent the cultural influence of the vibrants, a viable solution to these problem is more clearly in mind. In other words, “die-versity” just does meme white parents struggling to suppress their teenage daughters’ “sexual autonomy” from going radical.

  16. White separation, relatively-speaking, is now axiomatically, anti-abortion, anti-homo and and anti-jew-nigger-sand jigger…

    So white separation is anti-self-annihilation.

    Teach your children this.

    {{{They}}} do.

  17. The poz’s greasy buffet of the senses can be overshadowed by a genuine fascination with the world. Out of all giant knots of inexplicable minerals, here we are on one of the only ones — the lone Lifer, plausibly — with culture and ‘the sexes. Treat your moments like the whitened rewards they are, and slyly teach your boys to do the same. The worthwhile maidens really pick up on that open-eyed brio.

  18. thanks for the shout-out, PA. and to the others here, for your insights.

    “Yes, because no man ass-raped in Family courts started his marriage with a sense of purpose and clarity. /sarcasm”

    I can understand your cynicism, but where are you going with this that doesn’t already lead exactly to where our enemies want us to be led? that it’s all futile? what are you doing here, then, besides dying.

    define “marriage”
    define “purpose”
    define “clarity”

    “Look, I agree that you have to try with the women available and it is not good for you to be stopped by negativity.

    But, please, look for character. Look for a woman who is willing to give and not only receive. Don’t vet a woman because she doesn’t make your dick “rock hard”. Even if you marry a hottie, you will end up fed up with f*cking the same body.”

    jeez…okay… yeah, character should be a given. I stated as much higher up in the post, but attraction is not something to be taken lightly, either.

    i figured out how to pick a woman of good “character” early on, but it has taken me many more years to figure out exactly what “attraction” means, and why it is so important. I’ve had many “attractive” girlfriends that I enjoyed in all kinds of ways, but they never inspired me to do much more, ie., have a family with.

    Captain Obvious over at CH has suggested that attraction is most intense between members of your own tribe/clan, and that it peaks somewhere between 10th-12th cousins. this is interesting to me. if we are we hard-wired to perpetuate our own clans, then we need to be paying attention to this when we choose a mate.

    what is also interesting to me are the other layers that come along with deep “attraction”. the mutual lust, the intuition, the similar emotions, the chemistry, the shared intellect. all those things. they are the glue that motivates you to do it all with that person. this is not optional, as far as I’m concerned. neither is good character. attraction, ideally, is NOT skin-deep.

    “A man marries thinking with his dick (thinking their woman is good marriage material because his brain is full of testosterone) and he ends up divorced. Look to your girlfriend objectively.”

    you sound young, son. you’re looking for answers at the surface, but you need to go deeper. again, define “marriage”. what’s he doing it for? does he have a plan? why is he getting married? what is he building? why her?

    I agree that marriage is often approached naively. somehow marriage is supposed to be the be-all-end-all in male-female relations, requiring little-to-no plan or insight into one’s intentions. that IS a big part of the problem.

    I’d suggest taking a more primordial approach to the whole enterprise: man need woman to build tribe. start with that, and then figure out the right arrangement that works for YOU.

  19. — The poz’s greasy buffet of the senses can be overshadowed by a genuine fascination with the world.

    You reminded me of an older dude I used to work with in my vagabond days, at 20 years old. He was in his late 40s, had a daughter from a failed marriage, and was a failed W. Blake scholar. And a severe alcoholic. A fascinating guy to talk with in his many moments of lucidity. He told me that there is a tradeoff as you get older — you gain a peace of mind, but you lose that — in his words — sense of wonder. “You have to hold on to it.” he said.

  20. PA, long time reader, first time commenting. Great blog by the way.

    This post is great. It has hit me lately that, being on the wrong side of 35, there really isn’t much to choose from. I’ve commented on this before over at Porter’s blog, but past a certain point, life is about the least bad option. I’m involved now with a woman, and she has some cons. She has some pros too. I’m constantly struggling with how to balance those, especially as it relates to a potential future with her. We’re all on the other side of 35, so everyone of us has baggage. Those hard and fast rules I had as a younger man don’t seem to be quite so hard and quite so fast anymore. Past a certain point, we’re all making it up as we go I guess.

    Anyways, PA, keep up the good work.

  21. Dionysus

    Hi, I was the original commenter that asked the question at CH and I want to thank Plumpjack for his response. It definitely managed to verbalize what I had in mind but couldn’t.

    I think for those of us atm who were around in our prime in the last decade or two while the s*** really hit the fan, it’s hard to come up with a better solution. Reconcile (with her and yourself) and work with what you’ve got, but do it with both eyes open.

    The way I see it we’ve got three options: Die off, let the rapefugees take over or rise up to the challange of the paradigm with which we’ve been presented.

    If new generations are arriving we can teach them about this paradigm and prepare them early for it as you suggest PA – that’s probably the next big step. It’s something that most us didn’t have the benefit of, through no fault of our fathers and grandfathers as arguably during their times the poz was not so obvious, but you gotta make peace with that and alter course.

    Future generations can make up whatever stories of this time they want but the chance that they’ll be singing about our victory over the poz won’t happen if we don’t put those buns into those ovens.

    The world isn’t perfect, sometimes you just gotta do what you have to, to survive in that extended moment.

  22. glad you found my words helpful, Dionysus.

    “Reconcile (with her and yourself) and work with what you’ve got, but do it with both eyes open.”

    I’d add that we have to do EVERYTHING with both eyes open, even when conditions are close to perfect.

    the untiring, undying smugness of the boomer generation, on who’s watch this mess happened, should be a lesson to us all: opportunity is not enough. we must have a higher purpose. what should be a surprise to exactly no one is that hedonsim ultimately only begets more hedonsim, until it reaches bottom. we’re at the bottom. or close to it.

    “The way I see it we’ve got three options: Die off, let the rapefugees take over or rise up to the challange of the paradigm with which we’ve been presented.”

    WWG1WGA. we’re in this together.

    many of our strongest, best women succumbed to the poz. did we lay our lives on the line to stop the onslaught, of our sisters and mothers? did we mount a guerilla insurgency and storm the set of Friends or Sex in the City? did we storm the football field and tell the Dallas Cowgirls to cover up and stop flashing their gash to a bunch of apes? never heard of it happening even once.

    not. even. once.

    we’re ALL guilty of complacency, of relaxing our grip on our tribal identity when times were good. it is human nature to focus on what appears to be most urgent. and in the absence of an identifiable threat, spending more time doing what we enjoy tends to become the most urgent. it’s stupid to blame women for that.

    WE are the gatekeepers.

    if a woman is salvageable, does it make any sense whatsoever to turn her over to our enemies by now telling her that she can’t be forgiven for doing what she (and many of us) thought was right at the time, under a different (GLOBAL!!!) narrative? ie, seeing herself as nothing more than a fucktoy? we ourselves encouraged this behavior. but, “oh, now we whites are going back to our tribal roots, and you’re not invited! new narrative. yesterday you were on a pedestal. today you’re a whore. virgins only, now. get lost.” not gonna work. she’ll run straight into the arms of whatever invading tribe won’t judge her.

    WWG1WGA.

    “The world isn’t perfect, sometimes you just gotta do what you have to, to survive in that extended moment.”

    amen, brother. our ice age ancestors would heartily agree. plenty of things to be sad about. the future belongs to those who can suck it up and make absurdly optimistic plans to create a bright future that is barely imaginable during these dark times.

    onward. there is no other choice.

  23. LawDog, thank you very much. Glad you visit and read. Responding to you and Dionysus: yes, when you are 17 and you have a wholesome, attractive girlfriend from a good home, the rest of your life is yours to lose. It’s said a lot about young women that the smart thing for them is to cash in on their beauty before it’s too late. The very same thing can be said about very young men — cash in on your present access to peak-beauty girls. At 35, you’re not going to be swooping high schools.

    It’s different for men though, that’s a valid objection. Experience, adventure, trials and tests, development of masculine character — those things take a lot longer to develop. The latest word is that men peak at 50. There is an intersection of vigor and worldliness. When it occurs is an open question.

    But why not start your life’s trials with a woman at your side and looking forward to having a 21-year-old son while still in your thirties.

    Traditionally, young dads were “young dumb and full of cum” — in a good way, such as vigor and optimism and a can-do spirit about everything that infects their sons and daughters with the same. And in a bad way, such as callowness and immaturity. This is where extended family comes in. Grandfathers, uncles, older cousins and friends.

    Moving forward in GenZ’s calling to overcome the world of poz — we have to be those older wiser men in one capacity or another. Even as stop-gap, until Boomers die off. The ageing GenX’ers and (right on our heels, time flies!) — the Millennials will have recognized that we were born into an age of diminishing resources and increasing atomization. Boomers never really understood that. Thanks hopefully to our scraps of wisdom, as well as to their innate generational instinct, Generation Zyklon will rebuild communal and familial ties.

    The final scene of La Dolce Vita shows a man of the world, an alpha among socialites – making his last connection with a wheat field virgin. As far as Fellini’s story goes, it’s too late:

  24. Reading your article made me once more realize how lucky I have been and still are.
    When I met my wife she was 21 and I was 31. Man, she was such a sweet young thing and I simply loved everything about her! I courted her pretty long (for my standards these days) and when she finally accepted me being her mate I understood why it took he that long: she was still a virgin.
    Ever since that day we stayed together and now – after 21 years- we have three boys and one girl.
    I still feel being the luckiest man around 😊

  25. “You reminded me of an older dude I used to work with in my vagabond days, at 20 years old. He was in his late 40s, had a daughter from a failed marriage, and was a failed W. Blake scholar. And a severe alcoholic. A fascinating guy to talk with in his many moments of lucidity. He told me that there is a tradeoff as you get older — you gain a peace of mind, but you lose that — in his words — sense of wonder. “You have to hold on to it.” he said.”

    You don’t lose your sense of wonder if your kids are popping out your grandkids. This experience amps your sense of wonder by a large exponent.

    Marriage is poorly understood in a time of (perceived) unlimited resources. It is hard times that remind people why devoted partnership matters. In good times people take far too much for granted, and our current “trade up for everything all the time” consumer culture makes discerning the value of marriage too difficult for most people. The Amazon.com generation lives in its members’ impulsive minds, and the impulsive mind knows only the present, learns nothing from the past and cannot imagine the future. Making a lifetime decision (and sticking with it) borders on unimaginable for most people today.

    Marriage is: Interdependence. An encyclopedic dialogue. Reciprocity. Complementary strengths. Everything about the modern world seeks to undermine all this, starting with demanding intelligent women (the ones with whom a man can envision holding a deep and lasting dialogue) spend their first and best 15 years (of fertility) in pursuit of economic INDEPENDENCE. Mouse Utopia behaviors proliferate.

    I feel quite sorry for men who, for no lack of trying, don’t find Miss Right early. Everything we do becomes a part of us, and cumulative experience can become its own deal-breaker. A man who beds Debbie-doing-Dallas will be haunted by that memory (I watched it help kill at least one marriage) and the same will hold true for anyone who has past relationships that, while they failed, encourage wistful thinking about any aspect thereof. It’s like vacationing once with a billionaire; no subsequent experience will measure up, so life downstream is drained of color. Would you rather take that vacation (and revel forever in a fading memory amidst disappointment) or skip it outright and enjoy what life organically serves up? Is it better to screw a bat-guano crazy girl whose intention is to taint your every subsequent sexual experience, or to spend a lifetime making love to a girl who is genuine, who didn’t take her bedroom behavior from a porn script and with whom you can in partnership explore the realities of physical intimacy?

    Partnership isn’t like buying a car, where whatever you acquire will be evaluated against each and every attribute of every prior car you’ve owned or operated. If that’s where you end up, building a happy life strikes me as highly unlikely. For any man in that situation, bitterness and regret seem unavoidable.

  26. No one ever asks, “What life do you wish to live?”

    Do you want an uncommon life, living adventures like Indiana Jones or Audie Murphy? Do you desire fame and celebrity, or to push the limits of human life in sports, art or historical relevance? Good luck…you’ll need it. As I see it, very few of those people live pleasant lives, but in our celebrity-obsessed culture this is the brass ring to which people are directed.

    The common life; marriage, family, white picket fence, a house with a 2-1/2 car garage in the ‘burbs, four decades of dragging his butt to the office, driving a mini-van, etc., and (if husband and wife elect to raise their own kids instead of farming it out to paid help so they can have a Lexus SUV instead of the mini-van) her staying home while the kids are young, instilling values and modeling how to successfully navigate life in partnership for the long haul, sailing into the sunset together, where the grass is greener inside the fence because that’s where husband and wife are caring for it.

    Perhaps one can screw one’s way through the phone book, the football team or the dorm if the former is the goal. We know from observation that this behavior renders the latter, the common life, unobtainable. We know that impulsive acts are near-irresistible during the 14-22 (give or take) years, so a lot of guidance (and physical boundaries) are required to nurture teens who are relatively free of deal-breaker experiences. We know that alcohol deadens rational thinking, releasing every self-destructive, immediate-gratification impulse that naturally arises.

    So what does one do if one reaches 30 and has embedded one experience after another for the last 15 years, when ideally a solid 8 to 10 of those years would have been better off embedding experiences exclusively with the person with whom you will sail into the sunset? It beats me. IIRC Sun Tzu notes in The Art of War that the outcome of battle is often irrevocably set by the initial arrangement of forces.

    This is why I was very explicit with my sons, explaining to them that while a pretty young thing might offer her body to a young man for “free,” it might be the most expensive experience of a lifetime. My sons all live, as I did and do, the common life. They watched their mother and me revel in it. And I expect to watch them ask their children the same question I posed above, ask it early (12-13 years of age) and discuss with their kids how decisions they make during their next 5-10 years will either preserve their potential to reach Happiness Path or render it all but off the map of their future.

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