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Hullo there Gentlemen and no ladies ! About time I stopped lurking, did the right thing and joined properly.
Firstly, and most importantly I have to thank Keymaster for being so patient and sorting out my login issues, he went above and beyond to get it sorted and make another new member welcome. A true gentlemen.
I am not sure exactly how I found this place but it sure has been an eye opener reading about just how f~~~ed up the so called ‘fairer sex’ can be. Of course, I came to this conclusion by my own a long time ago and my story is nowhere near as horrific as some of you guys here. And not as painful as the stories of some of the men I have known in real life either.
So what is my story?50 year old from Australia who never had or wanted any kids and never will. Smart decision number 1. Kids are just not for me. At the stupidly young age of 20 I got married to a beautiful but nasty and crazy Italian girl who also said she didn’t want kids. Dumb decision number 1. Of course she really wanted them and being Italian, her interfering arsehole family also wanted that to happen. When it didn’t happen, they started undermining me. But I am getting a bit ahead of things here.
Even without the kids issue, she really wasn’t the right one for me and I married her after her family disowned her for finally standing up to their old fashioned ways. We moved in together ( a big sin in a traditional Italian family) and had a reasonable if boring and mostly sexless life together. Eventually her family found us and when they discovered I did the right thing and married her, they loved me again. But that also meant the interfering started again and to quote the crazy bitch “when you married me you married my family” Blue pill hell was the order of the day and I was made to feel like a failure when we didn’t own 3 houses, 5 kids and me working 28 hours a day to pay for it all. She wasn’t lazy or wasteful and would have been a good wife for the right guy who wanted that sort of life. That guy was not me. “It’s me or the Harley” was one of the dumbest things to say to me as I chose the Harley. Smart decision number 2.
Did I mention she was crazy? Insanely jealous of any other woman even if it was just work colleagues. She wouldn’t even f~~~ me so I told her if I can’t get it at home I will get it somewhere else. When she found out I had f~~~ed other women, she went ballistic. Tore down all the pinups I had on the garage walls and only left a small piece of paper showing a pussy, on which she scrawled “how many of these have you had while we were married?”After I moved out she followed a friend of mine in her car to find out where I was living and vandalised my car in the night. Again she scratched almost metal deep in the trunk lid a spiel about me f~~~ing other women. ( to be fair, I was screwing a college friend at the night it happened !)
I then went around to the marital home, a big and physical argument happened and then the cops turned up at my new place shortly after with an AVO ( Aprehended Violence Order) She told the cops I had a gun which they found unlocked and loaded along with a few half dead dope plants I had in the yard. But they did f~~~ all about the damage to my beloved V8 HZ Premier !
So we went to court for the AVO and I got an extra bit of court time to answer for the gun and weed. Goodbye security licence and hullo criminal record. Thanks you slut. And the cops took the gun which was a nice .22 rifle. But at least I was free. Felt great, really felt good to do my own thing.She would follow me and stalk me when I visited friends and the whole 10 years was just a miserable, restrictive time in my life. I should have left sooner. We sold the house and split the proceeds 50/50. No kids means no alimony or child support which in this country has f~~~ed over many a good man as fellow Aussie members here will attest to. Eventually we got a divorce.
At least the bitch was a good cook and house wife unlike myself who never learned to cook and still can’t. So I decided I should probably find somebody else, somebody completely opposite and that’s what I did. We are still living together exactly 20 years after we met. And we hit it off so well, I moved in with her almost immediately on meeting her. Once again, the sex is non existant or starfish in nature but at least this time she doesn’t really care if I get it elsewhere. Sounds perfect doesn’t it?
Now this woman is highly intelligent with a well paying job, a good personality, awesome cooking skills and is possibly the smartest most capable person I have known. Strong independent woman? Quite possibly. She looks after me in every way except affection, cold as a fish in that regard. But she nursed me back to health for many months when I got sick, has supported me financially to the tune of thousands of dollars and loves nothing more than to spend money on me. I have to be careful saying that I like something as she will just go and buy it for me. That’s how she rolls. I get to go overseas alone and she pays for most of it. I have total freedom to visit friends, go to concerts, buy vehicles, you name it. It’s the most bizzare relationship. Friends without benefits is how I would describe it. We have been through a lot together, illnesses, elderly parents dying and being cared for by us and family fights over estates and wills.
But we do everything separately, it’s not how I wanted to live but it could be a whole lot worse as we all know. She is a genuinely good person and I owe her more than I could ever repay. And she helps me out heaps financially which enables me to see the odd hooker every now and then.My sister is a nasty man hating bitch. Called the cops on me once saying “I feel threatened” when I refused to leave mum’s house and we were fighting over mum’s money and affairs. It sounds like that is the buzz term these cows use to summon their protectionist police force whenever things don’t go their way. I feel threatened. F~~~ing moll. She always hated me for a: being born when she thought she would be the only child and b: being born with a penis and not being afraid of her. Dad also thought she was a f~~~wit but he was actually quite blue pill when I think about it. Mum was cold and strict and dad rarely stood up to her. See a pattern developing here? I started to see women in a new light a long time before MGTOW came along.
C~~~s at work. This is where I am finally developing my ghosting technique to a fine art. I have been fired from good jobs for simply asking one of these entitled bitches for something in a professional and non rude manner. They immediately complain about my attitude and tell the mostly female management and HR f~~~wits that I was rude. I just can’t win against these c~~~s so I avoid them like the plague. I can’t even make small talk anymore with them even the hot looking ones. They are just not worth it and neither are half the so called men out there.
Sorry about the long rant, but I really am becoming so intolerant of women in all their forms. I have seen and experienced enough of them and reading some of the horror stories here just reinforces that view.
Thanks for having me here and I look forward to contributing in a meaningful way to this aweseome community of MEN.
" I feel threatened "
Welcome friend. Right now you are experiencing the RED PILL RAGE. Eventually the rage will cede, and things will get better. For the time being just learn from the elders. Beer is in the fridge by the way. Cheers!
Fuck bitches... literally and metaphorically
Anonymous42Welcome, I love it when lurkers surface, great intro, you’re not alone, the ladies have lost all their attraction to the trail of destruction they leave in their wake, it’s almost like they’re bewitched!
Welcome bro . F~~~ing can’t stand bitches that stalk . F~~~ing tail gaters
THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .
Very nice introduction Aussie, welcome!
Know when it is your duty to give them zero explanations for your actions.
Anonymous0Welcome home, Aussie
Beer’s in the fridgeI just don’t know what to say anymore.
When I was about 25, my then wife told me “me or the bike”
I did not choose wisely and that led to a divorce raping Canadian style 11 years later. I have not made that same mistake since and after I got some money saved up, I bought a new bike. Oh well. Some of us are slow learners.Welcome dude.
Not having kids was a fortunate thing. So true about Italian women, very very hot tempered…like Spanish women !
Good to see you have recovered/recovering. Moral of the story, there is light at the end of the tunnel when you go MGTOW
D. G. I. Don't. Get. Involved. (Be happy, and stress not)
Welcome! You’re off to a good start here. Many walking wounded around these parts but we heal fast. Enjoy the forums.
Greetings Aussie,
Reading your Introduction was like looking at parts of my own Journal.
I got two sisters that have gone completely mental. They were sweet when they were young, but they get more bitter and cruel as they get older. It is interesting how they will call the police over nothing.
Anyway, cheers for signing up as a member and making your first Introduction.
Here are some tips:
Do not give out any information about yourself that will enable our Great Enemy to identify you.
I am going to ask you some questions that you are not required to answer.
The first reason I am asking is because I want you to think about where you are as a MGTOW and what is waiting for you down the MGTOW road.
Too many men, especially myself, who have spent their time as Blue Pill slaves have had no lives during that time outside their marriage. Blue Pill men generally have few hobbies, friends, future goals, and interests on the Plantation because all of a man’s resources, including mental/ time, are used up serving his adult child wimmin.
Have you noticed that men with daughters have the least, out of the blue pill slaves?
The Second reason has to do with establishing YOUR Bonifides.
Think about the origins of the practice of people clinking their glasses before drinking a toast.
This practice was developed to prevent murder by poison.
It is a matter of establishing trust.
Giving away unearned trust is a Big Mistake.
MGTOW’s should be encouraged to establish their Bonifides as soon as possible, preferably in their Introductions, and later earn that trust in the Forums.
Your Red Pill stories and insights are great bonifides, thanks.
But feel free to share any more stories of what your life looks like now.
Education and/ or Training?
Are you able to change careers or work as an independant contractor?
What kind of fun things do YOU do?
What are Your plans for the future?
What happens when a man finally comprehends the cold and calculating thoughts that are going through a woman's mind, while her eyes are brimming with tears?
Nice intro Aussie. you only need small maintainace doses of the red pill now. I am sure you can help out others who are just starting out Welcome
skip the cavernous vag and go your own way
Anonymous54I like a guy who tells a c~~~ f~~~ you when shes says the bike or me.
Welcome Aussie!
welcome !
Welcome brother, once the red pill is truly taken you can’t go back, once the veil is removed it can’t be put back. Glad you made it here.
"what a waste of a life, to marry, give up your freedom, just for the hope of not dying alone. Don't get married Son."
Thanks for the welcome guys, it’s a friendly place.
MM, questions. I know you have had intruders in here who really don’t belong here so I understand you need to check new members out.
As far as men with daughters go, I think they are in for a world of pain in the modern times. The girls pick up feminist bulls~~~ from an early age and from there who knows how twisted they will end up. Hard for me to say as I really don’t do much of the social thing especially with families. My own family was nothing much either so I am fairly solitary. Have facebook but only to read funny s~~~ and have deleted my profile more than once in frustration. Will probably do so again.As far as my education and training, only basic stuff there, I am no rocket surgeon but could have done better for myself if not for my own laziness. Oh well, at least gold diggers avoid me as I am not obviously well off.
But I do have my loves in life being Cars with muscle, bikes with soul, music with saxophones, (and Rock/Metal) good food and decent beer. (which usually means european beers)
Lately I have been hooked on watching Forged in Fire as I love the artistry and functionality of a great blade. I was born in the wrong country and wrong time as I love guns and knives but in this country those hobbies are almost taboo now.Future plans include spending more time in my weekend escape house which I need to pay off. Maybe another project car and to allocate more time to learning the Ukulele, Guitar, Sax, and the Russian language as I hope to visit there one time.
Been travelling a bit lately, the benefit of an indifferent wife and no kids. Working as a casual contractor also means I can just f~~~ off and have a trip somewhere without fighting other permanent staff for time off. And of course dealing with the poisonous group of mostly c~~~s known as a Human Resources department. I hate those people, never your friend and always out to protect the company against YOUR rights.
" I feel threatened "
Anonymous43Welcome amigo…Great intro…the bike or me….the bike love that s~~~, solid gold there brother.
Good on you for not having kids.
I studied Russian in college and was a translator for a while. I translated for the courts and Chicago PD when the Russians were picked up for doing what Russians do. Scary bunch of assholes.
When I was about 25, my then wife told me “me or the bike”
It’s a good lesson for all of us. When a woman says “Me or X,” pick “X,” because she’s already gone.
Women are better at multitasking? Fucking up several things at once is not multitasking.
I sure am glad I didn’t make your mistakes.
A MGTOW is a man who is not a woman's bitch!
Anonymous1Welcome, Aussie. Really enjoyed your intro.
“when you married me you married my family”
This is almost treated as a go to words marriage virtue in my country (look above your country, lol). It is treated as wise words, which is very stupid to my ear even on my blue pill days.
She looks after me in every way except affection, cold as a fish in that regard. But she nursed me back to health for many months when I got sick, has supported me financially to the tune of thousands of dollars and loves nothing more than to spend money on me. I have to be careful saying that I like something as she will just go and buy it for me. That’s how she rolls. I get to go overseas alone and she pays for most of it. I have total freedom to visit friends, go to concerts, buy vehicles, you name it. It’s the most bizzare relationship. Friends without benefits is how I would describe it. We have been through a lot together, illnesses, elderly parents dying and being cared for by us and family fights over estates and wills.
But we do everything separately, it’s not how I wanted to live but it could be a whole lot worse as we all know. She is a genuinely good person and I owe her more than I could ever repay. And she helps me out heaps financially which enables me to see the odd hooker every now and then.Maybe I missed it, but are you still with her? She looks like an unicorn, in western civilization, no less. Will she always be an unicorn? Only time will tell.
to learning the ………, Guitar, Sax, and the……….
My Brother plays a Martin Guitar and some kind of Irish tenor Banjo.
I got a Yamaha Custom Z Tenor Sax that I use to play. It has been sitting in my closet for a couple years. Now I am ready to take it out and blow out the cob webs.
And my brother needs a Sax player for a band he is starting up.
Our Grandfather got the Victory Cross in the Great War and my uncles also joined the military. They made us swear that we would go to college and make something of ourselves. I have tried to honor their memory and my promise but the bad people who run the Universities did not want me to succeed.
They knew I was their enemy way before I did.
Those Commie Feminists are all a bunch of liars and cowardly scum and did everything they could to keep me out. They succeeded to f~~~ me up over and over again for thirty years.
But, I kept finding other fields of research to break into and wouldn’t let anyone crush me.
The last few years I wrote a book and had a Forest creature named after me. So, I think my promise to my Uncles and Grandfather is satisfied.
……the mostly female management and HR f~~~wits ……….. I just can’t win against these c~~~s ……………. I can’t even make small talk anymore with them even the hot looking ones. They are just not worth it and neither are half the so called men out there………
Yup, it’s a f~~~ing nightmare.
The Academic and research Institutions also have the queers who work hand in hand with those rotten c~~~s. I am not equipped to deal with their level of lies, corruption, and villainy.
My days are numbered in the Institution I have been working out of, the Grants are getting harder to get, and I have to change up again.
….As far as my education and training, only basic stuff there, I am no rocket surgeon but could have done better for myself if not for my own laziness.
Oh well, at least gold diggers avoid me as I am not obviously well off….From my view point you were probably better off. My education filled my head with nonsense which made me effectively Ignorant and unable to listen to my gut.
Unless you are at the top of the food chain, Academics and Scientists get s~~~ pay.
And Heterosexual White Men are public enemy number one.I got more action from women when I was playing my Saxophone on the weekends for social events.
…….Working as a casual contractor……
I had to work Blue Collar jobs full time and pay my way through college going part time.
I started out as a laborer in construction and also in the Trades, then eventually moved up to the top of the food chain at the end of thirty years.
At first it was good because the senior men were WWII, and Korean War veterans who created nice places to work with other men. It was an Honor and privilege to work alongside them. They took me under their wings, showed me how to work smart, and encouraged me to peruse my education. I never had to watch my back with those great men.
Then I had to work with the Vietnam Vets who were more difficult to work with. And were less trustworthy. They saw me as a threat because of my education and job skills, so it was rough for a while. When they understood that I wasn’t going to take the management jobs that they wanted, they backed off. When I started learning full contact mixed martial arts and could take a punch, some of them became Pals. Those guys were experts with fire arms and I loved going to gun shows with them.
Towards the end of my Blue Collar career, I had to work along with the new crop of Blue Pill Men. That was the worst time working along with other men and I really did not fit in with those guys. There were too many back stabbers who had a lot of problems. Their wives had their b~~~~, so they tried to kick another man in his b~~~~ whenever they could get away with it.
Now, all of the Blue Collar Bosses were sports athletes when they were in High School. I had to watch my back at all times with many of those “new men.” They would go after other men as a Hive mind and in viscous packs. The men’s quarters within the Plantation had become a feasting frenzy where a brother eats another brother who is perceived as weaker or different.
Those Nobel men I had the Honor of starting my Blue Collar life with were now replaced by a bunch of jack asses kicking each other.
Anyway, I was able to retire from that Blue Collar life and used my time since to fulfill a lifelong dream of being a Scientist who makes real contributions to our existing knowledge.
But, I am in deep enemy occupied territory in stealth mode and the dream is now starting to unravel.
……spending more time in my weekend escape house which I need to pay off……
I have always had some place in the woods to escape to.
Now, the hills and forests of Brown County Indiana is the place where my soul is the happiest.
A couple weeks ago I was at some “Save The Forest” event in Southern Indiana.
…….I do have my loves in life being Cars with muscle………
When I came down from the hills last week and went to the local hard ware store in Brown County, a lot of local men were there talking. The conversation was fun, lively, and was mostly about the muscle car projects each of them were working on.
The other place the Locals meet is a Diner called “”Brownies.” The food is good and so are the Folks.
The folks in the hills usually don’t like “Flat Landers” but I think they will like you, Aussie.
……as I love guns and knives but in this country those hobbies are almost taboo now….
If you ever come to the states, Indiana has some nice gun shows. It is fun to look.
Sometimes you can just pay cash to an individual who is selling his firearm privately.
The new firearms require lots of paperwork.
But, most ammunition is NOT regulated there.
For various reasons, I can’t bring my collection to my home in the one city in Illinois where I need them the most.
What happens when a man finally comprehends the cold and calculating thoughts that are going through a woman's mind, while her eyes are brimming with tears?
Wrikudoro: I am still with her. Doesn’t seem to be any point in leaving. Plus a lot of stuff is in her name including vehicles so if I left she could legally take them…
" I feel threatened "
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