A Man?

What does it mean to be A MAN?

It seems like in today’s world manhood lies in how much pussy he can lay or how much desired he is by women. Such a man would only be too happy using the evolutionary explanation as excuse to define his existence and worth through pursuit of sex. And how can a woman respect a “man” who is a slave to his own cock, who’s an easy prey to any two bit whore with experience and an agenda? How many such men I see around me, who, because they cannot control their dicks, and cannot find their own way to manhood, end up giving away everything they have.

Should a man not be a master of himself as we’ll as of his own environment? If he pursues to control his environment solely for the purpose of satisfying his needs which he has not learned to control, does his mastery of his environment not end up a mere extension of his slavery to his own uncontrolled drives? Such a “man” who appears a master of his environment is really a slave to himself, like an animal who acts on instinct alone, and fancies himself a man by acting like an animal, as if being like an animal is like being like a man. He has not mastered himself, nor even found himself, he only redefined his manhood to accommodate his weakness. And such so called man commands respect and admiration from his so called buddies, but respect for what? What exactly is there to respect? It’s a mutual admittance and celebration of weakness, presented outwardly as celebration of manhood. And is a man truly a man if he drops to his knees at a smile from a beautiful woman, as if his existence and worth as a man is defined by her approval of him? What a sad world we live in.

Pandora this is part of the story…the really dangerous part is men trying to control the killer inside…most guys don’t get it…but the other side of the equation is woman…I believe that the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world…we are in this together or apart…we choose…

Can you explain “being a master of himself”? What does that practically entail? I mean apart from not being controlled by his lusts.

The trouble is that men NEED the motivation provided by their dicks. They have been playing power games, and have been competitive for so long that they have lost all capacity to be motivated to do anything by normal or healthy means. A healthy person is motivated to do something purely because they like doing that thing. Men are no longer able to motivate themselves in this way, therefore they have to resort to the dick. So do not deny them their motivation — at least not if you want them to remain functional rather than slumping, depressed in a chair.

Just because a dude gets a lot of ass, doesn’t mean that he might not turn down an equal amount of ass. I’m tired of being treated like a piece of meat, so I make women watch tv with me and stuff, and some nights I wont give it up just to make them respect me and to prove I have self control.

Being attractive to women is a nice element to “being a man” but it isn’t sufficient or necessary. It’s rather an illustration.
I think Smears is being a man more when he talks about how he makes his money than when he talks about his females. There never seems to be a female interesting enough to be described or quoted, for one thing. It’s always about how many degrees they have and how they love his cock. That is a very submissive attitude - it’s about being valued in terms of high external standards. A “real man” is fixated on a particular ideal, a something to conquer and then protect. A “real woman” is not fixated at all, but centered in a sense of overflowing well-being, a source of nurture.

Men naturally seek to transcend what has been possible and expected. A “real man” is characterized by his reverence for a standard of his own discovery. What this standard is, is immaterial - masculinity lies in the concentration of all forces in the attainment of a single-eyed goal. It’s really that simple. Femininity is in the holistic experience of being valued. To hold and feed her child means “the world” to her, literally. For the father, the child immediately becomes the object of his renewed ambition - this creature must become like him, or rather, like the ideal of himself. The will to protect his woman is unfolded to its evolutionary meaning. This is his most high single eyed goal, sometimes extended to erecting an empire for progeny to enjoy.

“And is a man truly a man if he drops to his knees at a smile from a beautiful woman”

The key sentence amongst all the bullshit. You’re afraid of free men who get laid and aren’t pathetic slave virgins who will worship you just to get friendzoned in the end. Get laid.

Insight, the point I was making is that if I took that as my standard of manhood, that it wouldn’t make sense that I would turn down ass. I don’t see how you missed that.

Fixed, maybe I fail to communicate the nature of my relationships with the women that I have relationships with. Who knows? But I do know, that often, I keep to the important stats, for informational purposes, rather than type out a conversation that I may have had with one of them. Since I have a tendency to tie these women up and what have you, I don’t think anyone who really knew me would consider me submissive at all. Sometimes there’s this one girl who comes over and tries to do me, but she gets on my nerves a lot and never shuts up, and she likes it really rough so I’ll just stab her tonsils with my penis and make her eyes water and then deny her sex and tell her that I have someplace to be. That’s what she likes I guess. Who knows? Not to paint her as the kind of person that does nothing but get tonsil-stabbed with a penis all day…she does work and think and have a life. Actually, this bitch has a philosophy degree. I know…I know…it’s just another stat and not an expression of something that a reader my find intimate or that might fulfil whatever requirement there is for whatever notion of “depth” we’re using to talk about these relationships. Also, I think it’s respectful to keep certain details of my interactions with them private, in spite of how much it might seem like I put out in public here, there’s plenty of stuff that I just don’t mention.

Now back to the OP.

A man is a person who can get what he wants one way or another. I think most of the time, when someone says, “he needs to act like a man”, what they mean is, “he’s failing at something”, or “he’s lacking something that he desires”.

I think since I get what I want one way or another, and since I made good grades every time I’ve ever been graded, and since I’m independent of the will of others such that I am not bound by anything other than my own whims, so far at least, and since my desires are fulfilled that I am a man. Also, I think it’s important to note that I’m 34 years old and I have a penis. That’s really important.

Also, Pandora…why do you have to use, “cock”? I mean, it’s technically called a penis, and “cock” is just kind of a distasteful way of referring to it. Nothing personal, but I found that to be a bit crass.

Yeah, back to the OP:

From a strictly evolutionary perspective, a Man is a man who can assemble an army around him.

An army of vaginas.

If you have mastered yourself, you are also a slave to yourself, given that there will be an internal master over something. What is denigrated as animal in humans, need not be, and if set free can be informed by whatever wisdom,insight and imagninatin is present. It need not be controlled or mastered. I don’t really see any problem with being overwhelmed by the smile of a Beautiful woman, though I suppose this has never dropped me to my knees, whatever that means. But the mere fact that some random Beautiful woman smiles at me doesn’t overwhelm me, anymore that is. Though the smile of a specific one does. When I was a teenager sure, many, most would have, but I was overwhelmed by pretty much Everything then, reeling in the hormonal bath as I was and the very strange Culture around me.

I think this is one example of a fair assessment of what it means to be a man

But I must also say this is an incredibly female perspective on the matter (not that there’s anything wrong with that)

I also think that this seems to present the idea that a man’s desire for sex is somehow a bad thing (some men take this position too…). What if I just like sex? What if I like my desire for sex? Why complicate this with a need to conquer himself.

Let’s go with control

This is the crux right here

Men, practically, have needs. But “A MAN” doesn’t ‘need’ didly squat

A man’s sex drive is his weakness… i guess that’s fair.

Seems to me like you’re trying to make the case that the manliest of men doesn’t need sex.

Being a man is knowing this is bullshit


Anyway, what it REALLY means to be a man, is having to do a bunch of shit you don’t really feel like doing

I gotta try this more often

But usually i’m too horny

It’s like grilling too many steaks too fast. You really like them, and they’re so enticing at times, but then you splurge out and end up going through like 4 or 5 ribeyes in a week and at a certain point no matter how good it is, you just don’t eat it because it’s there you wait until you get hungry. Like so many steaks that you have to take a shit and rest before you can eat more. Something about diminishing returns or something. It’s all science I assure you. At a certain point, no matter how rare, or how perfectly seared, or how delicious a piece of meat might be, you’re just full. It is what it is.

@Sum,

If a woman can easily wrap a man around her finger, how much respect do you think she will have for him? I don’t know why you had to make a distinction between the nerd and so called ‘free man’, because in maters of sex, to a woman it doesnt really matter, both can be used because both want.

None, and that’s exactly my point.

I don’t recall saying “nerd”.

I love it when a beautiful woman smiles at me. Just randomly on the street. Like either she’s just a person that lights up people’s lives in general, or I did some tiny thing to make it happen, without having any idea what. Makes my day every time it happens.

Funny thing is, though… it’s the spontaneous joyful smile that makes a person beautiful. To me, anyway.