My intro (for those that like a long convoluted read)

[BrucetheVikingParticipant 53]

Ok, my MGTOW bros, settle in, grab a drink, this is a long read but you have to get the full background and though it’s all completely true it is a wild ride and interesting just for that aspect; but it does end with a very serious question and I would love to hear your opinion. For reasons that will become obvious the subject of this missive, let’s call her Martine, is no longer my fiancé.

I am almost 60 y/o never married, not gay. tried it didnt like it, dont even fk women in the ass so no, though I must say tho you will never get a more enthusiastic blowjob than from a tranny! lol but once was enough to get over that phase. I didnt know it at the time but I have been somewhat MGTOW for 35 years with a few breaks for lessons in NAWALT (i am a slow learner lol).

had a beautiful gf in high school and for 3 years after, tall blonde busty slut was fun for a while, she came recommended from others she had slept with. Her family is rich and when they gave her an apartment at 21 we were still together and I moved in. six months later she “made a mistake” with her contraception and announced her pregnancy.

Unfortunately for her I had heard she had been sleeping around, fine I knew she was a slut, it was the 80s and I didn’t really care she was almost good in bed but very available.I knew I was chasing the low-hanging fruit, easy girls come with their own problems though. we had had some enjoyable threesomes with other girls she found, life seemed almost ideal there for a while.

Then I found her diary and got the full story, a star on every day she had a f~~~, me included but a lot more besides and some women too.

This in the back of my mind as she says “I’m pregnant”, I say “it’s your body” and she agreed it was too early for us just then and terminated, if it was real at all, I presume s~~~test but anyway, thank the heavens!
i could see the writing on the wall though and knew I needed an exit plan and soon or I would get stuck with most likely someone else’s kid.

She had always wanted a threesome or more with guys which I of course didn’t want but then I saw the opportunity. So I got some friends over we had lots of c~~~tails and we all f~~~ed her a few times, as one guy was banging her I left with all my stuff feigning being shocked she would do such a thing and she accepted that! perfect. she couldn’t claim any new pregnancy was mine cos I know the last time we f~~~ed was with multiple partners so I got out ok. DNA testing was way off then.
she later married a rich jew and took him to the divorce cleaners as is standard practice now.
after that I pumped and dumped till I was 30 or so and decided maybe I should try again for a long term, family raising woman. 3 x 5 year relationships all the same, NAWALT is so true. what a waste of time they are.

so at 48, successful businessman, well read, well travelled, still fit and being monk for 5 years I decided one more shot at finding a wife and this is the interesting one!

I live in a smallish suburban community on a peninsula 30km from a major city, with an idyllic beach on one side and a magnificent bay surrounded by natural bush land. I am well known here, went to school here, was an accomplished surfer,sailor, worked in television production, ran a nightclub and stayed here most of my life, though my other work had me travel a lot, more people here recognize me than I do them.
But let’s go way back to the very beginning.
My first ever girlfriend, Cindy, at 14 or so used to babysit the two kids, boy and girl. I would often visit Cindy once the parents had left for a kiss or two once the kids were sent to bed.
Once or twice the young babysitee, the girl, would get up and spy on us at our amorous machinations, never much more than kissing. Nothing but nice stuff so far but remember this part for later.
Young love foundered eventually with all the angst and histrionics only teen romance can inspire.
Cindy was a bit of a gossip and my reputation as a good kisser got around. To my great advantage.
I became a “bit of a lad” which only seemed to help my popularity. The first girl, Cindy though was naturally upset and I broke a few more hearts as I worked through the local female field.

jump to 40 years later I meet the one!

Martine is a ER doctor and PhD in mathematics, classical piano player, 4 languages and damned cute 35ish.
introduced by a friend who was sharing a house with her. My friend got into a drunken fight was bottled from behind with a full wine bottle knocking him out; then he falls face first onto concrete so he has skull damage front and back, almost died. I took care of his bills while he was in hospital, skullcap removed for his bruised brain to swell he was pretty f~~~ed. I asked Martine to decipher the doctors reports for me so I could report to friends and his family on fb etc. this time shared brought us together as friends but she had a boyfriend so I didnt push.

Celebrating his recovery of consciousness one night with a bottle of wine, Martine and I kissed and sparks flew, well for me anyway, I was entranced. Good looking, hyper-intelligent, even surfed/sailed a bit, she seemed my ideal partner and I said as much.
It was suddenly hot and heavy kissing when her boyfriend walks in unexpected and is unsurprisingly upset.
He goes all threatening and macho on me.
This infuriates Martine.
I am a large, (think rugby front rower) very confident but calm, passive fellow, hard to rile and then decisive if the SHTF, heavy set and much bigger than him. I wasn’t too phased, I could appreciate his position and began to stand up to calm down the angry guy.
Martine gets in-between us, has a long chat outside ending their relationship on the spot.

Too bad, so sad for him lol ! I am the new guy! Cool! Now however, I often wonder if the “random boyfriend visit” situation was set up that way, to elicit the result. Let’s move on.
So we have several exploratory months of near bliss, sex was a bit ordinary but I had hoped she would improve and then she asks me to move in with her. Another couple of months of getting used to being cohabitants and still Ok. We shared our more intimate details and she told me some very disturbing things from her past.
I am no genius but widely read and made TV pilots and commercials for a living. Making films makes you privy to some diverse, random subjects; you have to understand the process or whatever the films subject in great detail quickly. At this time though I am in a relatively no-brainer computer job as I wanted to semi-retire from the stressful TV rat race and develop some projects of my own on the side.
( I need an app developer! )

Let me explain that as part of my previous life I was a Video Editor. One of the many skills required is filtering hours of footage down to the required program duration to tell the story well. 100 or more hours of raw footage down to 90mins say for a documentary. I remember very diverse shots, dialogue, disparate little things that may be handy later, it’s just how my brain works after 30 years of doing the job. My brain was applying this skill to Martine’s comments and filing the interesting ones away, it’s just how I work.
So bearing that in mind these are the things she told me that I have remembered and pieced together as I would doing a film. I hope I am wrong in my conclusion but here it goes.

As a seriously asthmatic baby and small child Martine was often turning blue after severe attacks rushed to hospital by her father in a speeding car. Now this was the 1970’s and he wasn’t allowed to stay with his daughter at the hospital. Martine had obvious abandonment issues with her father because of this and developed close ties with the matron and nurses. This she says may have been the catalyst for her medical career.
Martine is very very competitive, but played very simple teenage video games even now. I got the feeling victory was very important.
Her favorite video game, Mario-cart . Why? because one toon in that game says “I’m the best” when it has won a race.
(mario cart )

Interestingly our first game of Chess, which I won, to her intense frustration, was also our last.
Similarly, when comparing best paid and most interesting jobs Martine was, I thought at the time, a little too proud of her $250 per hour plus as a Doctor and steaming furious when she heard I had once, once, been paid $5,000 for a day’s work doing a commercial.
(certainly wasn’t every day lol, I wish!)
Her favorite tune, a reggae number she played almost non-stop by Courtney Melody titled
“I’m dangerous”.
( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjqqPLjpUPA )
She was beaten and hospitalized by a previous live-in boyfriend who had just renovated their flat, he then destroyed his extensive improvements to the flat, had some Police trouble and moved interstate.
She did a study in medical school, in a regional coastal city, on Aids prevention for local prostitutes.
This involved hanging out and befriending then instructing some “working girls” in health protection while they were touting for clients on their regular patch, a dark tree-lined urban street.
She described this as “the most exciting time, looking for johns with the girls”.

Martine likes some strange fetish sex, rubber, scat, golden showers and other weird stuff, I am very open-minded but this was way beyond me and I am not submissive enough to be degraded like that.

She likes an occasional surf too, another reason for my initial attraction; but strangely was busted, on the “prostitute street”, by a cop who saw her getting changed from her full-body wetsuit in her VW Kombi van she had parked there, at night. Now I really don’t care if she was a working girl for a time or she liked to keep her wetsuit on hours after dark but I found this interesting.
She convinced the cop not to lay charges. I found out directly how good she was at convincing police to let her go. Well she IS a doctor and society deems them privileged, but she used the fact to her advantage in many situations.

She also had several female-female sexual relationships during this university time. Her experimental phase away from home I surmised but intense non the less.
I don’t mind this at all, meh no biggie.

I was surprised though when at her uni friends engagement party (to a man)she revealed her prior love for her roommate in a poem she read aloud; to the gathered friends bemusement and her great embarrassment. She took her roommates decision to marry as a very personal rejection. fuming on the way home.
Graduated, she gets some travel and experience in one of those charity medical NGOs that offer service to war-torn and or poor third world countries.

One mission is a pacific island with some strange funerary habits. Seems it’s still common practice to embalm deceased relatives by long term smoking in a dedicated hut just outside the village. Several bones are removed and the shrunken result propped up at parties and ceremonies so the spirits of the relatives can share in the livings proceedings. hmmm a bit like these guys in the Amazon.
( http://www.shrunkenbodies.com/Kisrruba–and–Father.php )
During this Pacific Island stay Martine takes a village woman as lover, she brings her home on a break and introduces her to her broad-minded accepting parents.
All good, her picture is still on their fridge door today.

This young island woman, I forget her unpronounceable name and the good doctor return to the island. The woman then gets a particularly vicious breast cancer, diagnosed by the only doctor on the Island, Martine.
She dies some 3 months after the diagnosis and is embalmed traditionally in the village.
Martine with the deceased’s family attends the required ceremony some time later and sits next to the shrunken body of her ex-lover. When in Rome I guess but this was a bit sick I thought.

Another mission in war-torn Africa. Imagine a MASH unit in the middle of nowhere, dusty, temporary tent medical and surgical units at the edge of a tribal warzone with heavily armed guards at the door ready to fend off whoever. Victims of horrible machete and gunshot wounds from a nearby battle stretch the units limited supplies.
One unfortunate, presented to our subject is well beyond hope.
Triage, the practice of attending the most needy patients first, as used in all hospitals, had had a bad day.
Martine sees this case is hopeless and will take the drugs needed for others more likely to survive. She strides to the tents door asks the guard to see his handgun and quickly shoots the already doomed patient in the head at point blank range.
This made my skin crawl but hey, remote, third-world, warzone, wildly ugly stuff happens, this triggered something in me though. It was the way she wryly smiled at the reminiscence.

Martine had asked if she could check out my medical history so we could have unprotected luuuurve, how could I refuse? She could access my information easily if not quite legally and I was all clear.
Ahh the joys of condom free sex!
I would later discover she had failed to mention a severe herpes she “picked up in Africa” that spread to her spine tracing the nerve endings in her back covering one side of her body. fortunately I didn’t catch it but we abstained from sex for weeks replacing that with arguments around trust and honesty.

I learnt about deception and hypocrisy.

One night in that passionate embrace described by a number one less than seventy I was busy at pleasuring her when I noticed something odd. The only drawback to that position is the view.
There, closeup, was a very obviously damaged rectum. Afterwards I asked her why she hadn’t had it fixed.
Too embarrassed to show any other doctor she had lived with it since high school. She tells me a young, less than gentle man with a large appendage had insisted on that orifice in the name of contraception and had left his mark, permanently.
The word rape wasn’t used as she explained, but it sounded borderline at least to me.
I should describe Martine as a very petite woman, pert, slender and jockey sized, but good things in small packages so they say. She was reticent to describe him apart from saying he was one of six brothers.
This tweaked my memory.
I had been vice captain of the school and at the time described as the captain of vice. My school Captain was one of six brothers, famous in our town for their equine nether proportions.
It WAS the glorious seventies and sexual sharing, groups and such were not uncommon so I had seen his in particular in action and can attest to the family trait.
What Martine didn’t know was I knew that one of those brothers had died in her hospital. A mistake of drug choice or amount blamed on a nurse after a simple, non threatening operation. A mole removal or something similar. He died in a post operative room handily only a few meters to the emergency department.
I began to wonder if death was a bigger part of her life than she wanted to tell me. I began to observe her words and danced around the subject looking now for clues to her deeper nature. Could this tiny woman get her “revenge” decades later for a teenage impropriety? Was it rape that maybe inspired murder? Damn! I was letting my mind race to the many possible ends to this script. What’s more it was beginning to look decidedly in the favor of the worst case.

I had been raped myself, repeatedly, as a very young child and for a long time I harbored thoughts of deadly revenge on cousin Robert. I could be sympathetic to her situation but close as we were and frighteningly honest I would probably not admit to anything either.

Martine fancied herself as a interior designer and to be honest the place looked good although the position of the furniture changed with a seemingly daily tidal rhythm.
She poured over European apartment design magazines and applied what she saw there to what was becoming our place and claimed the ideas as her own. I think it was Einstein that said creativity is successfully hiding your sources of inspiration.
I am a right brained cooperative, empath, creative type but methodical she had no evidence of right brain activity but damn good at maths.
Myself being a creative type and in the film game I had to give an opinion on a short film she had made for a famous short film festival. I was stunned to see the film was shot poorly in a morgue with an actual corpse, the body on the slab with two technicians hovering over the toe-tagged deceased. It was a supposedly humorous film but the joke escaped me, as did most of the dialogue.
Not impressed I struggled to find diplomatic but encouraging words.

Now I need to explain that I see films differently to most viewers. I am trained to see the mistakes and fix them in post-production if possible. I see bad cuts, half frames and dropouts , mics in shot, reflections, continuity, colour balance and matching issues, lots you won’t see at all.
You may find it strange that I don’t go to cinemas much. Preferring to watch solo so I can speak out freely when I see these errors. The bump in the tracking shot of the main scene in Meryl Streeps “Sophies choice” for example; A huge wide shot of the train station slowly tracking in to Ms Steeps’ magnificent close-up as she decides which of her children goes to the NAZI death camp.
I couldn’t help myself saying to my then girlfriend beside me “how did they leave that bump in!”.
She, bubbling tears, looked at me shocked I could be so distracted from the narrative.
Fair point but that is my job. It may just have been a dodgy sprocket hole on the print we viewed but back to the main subject.
Martine’s job, head of a medical emergency room is constant trauma and sometimes, well quite often, death.
I asked her to tell me some stories of her day to day.

How about the 90year old patient let out to his very large italian family for a christmas party, has a wonderful day and returned in his wheelchair by a dozen well wishing family members to the hospital to continue treatment.
Our girl meets them at the entrance, apparently he is sleeping after a few wines, she pronounced him dead on arrival in front of the family there and then, no privacy no empathy in front of now very disturbed kids and adults. Chaos ensues.
As she relates this story our girl gets that wry smile again, that smile that now distresses me.
I am not that emotionally hard but I had a Veterinary step-father and holding some organ out of the way during surgery was an after school chore, better than cleaning kennels!
I only ever got ill while holding puppies having their tails docked.
I could see Martine has to be detached as well, but certainly lacking any empathetic bedside manner.

Similarly her best female friend, a charming late thirties, tall, sleek, Greek goddess with a small child and baby, meets us in the local park at the kids playground. She implores Martine to look at a new mole interrupting the smooth olive skin of her chest.
“Cancer! you may die!” our girl announces in front of the now very distressed small child and in earshot of the other mothers nearby. Just a lack of empathy? Inappropriateness?
Turned out to be nothing serious.
I think she just wanted to shock. Turns out the Greek woman has recently been accepted by a publisher for her first book, something about the Greek/Armenian atrocities. Martine has won a local writing contest with a poem, she doesn’t hide her jealousy well.
I began to think there was some mental issue hiding in my little woman.
I thought of our few but intense arguments, she is a feisty one her father had warned me.
I had left my “no brainer” job to renovate the flat under her house we lived in that had been damaged by a drunken occupant leaving his chicken roasting and falling into a stupor. Now me as “house-husband” paying the household bills was also asked of me. But no! I failed! Apparently there’s ways to pay a bill I hadn’t heard of before and our first argument ensued. Yes I had paid the electricity bill, to the centime and on time.
Seems I was incorrect to pay the full amount I should have paid more, one cent more.
Why I hear you ask ?
I inquired of the raging, yelling gnome and got this reply in essence.
“It stuffs up the big electric corporation to have a credit on an account!” ohh kaaay, sure it does.

I tried explaining the rounding up process for the few cents difference to a further tirade,
“so make it a dollar! ”
To be honest I would do anything she asked if she asked before the action, I can take direction!
Just like to see the script before I act.
so I learnt about “gaslighting”
then something happened that blew me away, I went to her parents house for dinner. I went into shock.
It was the house I used to visit my first gf as she was babysitting! Martine was really the babysitee I mentioned earlier! I would discover later many names, variations of spelling mixing surnames and assumed names on incoming mail to “our” place. she had tax-dodging properties in many names.
Now I should mention I had a great relationship with her parents. He had had a mild stroke, could walk a little and still liked a beer and watch the football at the local club. I was happy to help with that.
The Mother was the librarian at the local high school Martine and I had both attended albeit years apart. Her Dad had built many houses in the area and made considerably more than his geography professorship paid. Time had increased the price of the family house into the millions, well the land anyway, the house was quite unusual and on a very steep block but had magnificent views.
Once we had taken the old man out on his yacht which had been lying idle since his stroke. Martine wheeled him down to the boat in a wheelbarrow more usually full of sails and I helped him onboard, set sail and off we went for a lovely sail on the sunny bay.
Well that lasted 10mins and Martine was suddenly bored and very cross with her dad for no apparent reason. I resisted the temptation to push her overboard, yes it was that bad!
I suggested tea might be good and she disappeared into the cabin. After 20mins I handed steering to the old man and went to see how she was going with the beverages. To my surprise and horror she was using an old pump action kerosene stove to boil the water, fuel fumes filled the cabin; it was spilled all over the tabletop, floor, the stove and looking decidedly dangerous.
Another argument, its fine she says, no worries. Pretty casual for such a threatening situation. I wondered about intentional arson.
The flat under her house I worked on also had a deliberately dangerous aspect or two. The shower a basic affair was directly below the electric oven upstairs. Powerful 30amp cable hanging loose right next to the shower head! o conduit, damaged it was potentially instant death.

Finally after several other incidents one caught me mildly, rusty nail pierced my foot quite deeply and she injected me with a tetanus shot. It was at that moment I realised I did not trust her. was that really a tetanus shot? i slept for nearly 24 hrs, I think now it was insulin. I was diagnosed with diabetes a little later.
Martine in my presence also offered old ladies in particular a doubling of their pension in return for a lein on the sale of their houses for repayment post mortem several accepted this offer.
She started treating her own father who I now understood she hated with a passion. He died after another stroke 5 months later making her a very rich woman. FYI an ER doctor is not allowed to do this only a general practitioner or specialist can prescribe but she could get any drug she wanted from the ER.
There were many medical books in the house and one day while she was away I discovered the DSM manual which describes all the various mental illnesses and their indicators. I studied it furiously looking for some correlation to my observations; only one really covered her as I knew her and that was NPD narcissistic personality disorder, my first experience of the term.
the symptoms fit like a glove. I resigned myself to observing her more intently and see if I could confirm my amateur diagnosis.
Around this time I had been encouraged to seek some help for my own lingering abuse problems and I brought this NPD up to my female psych who dismissed it outright. more on female anti-male bias in the health service in some later post but describing repeatedly the vilest parts of your life to a stranger is no easy task. it didn’t seem to help, quite the opposite.
try medication they said ok I tried. anti depressants don’t kick in for a few weeks so I diligently took my pills and waited for some change.
Martine would have one glass of red wine with dinner leaving me to finish the bottle. after a week or two I was getting seriously phased and had emotional outbursts like I have never before. mentally I went downhill fast and was like stoned all the time but with huge emotional sensitivity. I cried a lot was very very depressed and getting worse. I couldn’t understand it at all and was getting seriously confused daily.
then I saw her behind me one night via a window reflection put some pills in our wine, she had poured hers first, hmmmm.
I sensed a very real danger to my life and decided to pack up there and then.
gone! she put an AVO (apprehended violence order)

on me that day

! have never been violent with any non-aggressor ever! mad c~~~.
took me six weeks to regain true lucidity again. god knows what pills she was feeding me.

OK i know she was a madder c~~~ than normal, probably a psycho killer but it was the final straw for me.
And that my brothers is my story I have been a monk since and burned enough not to try again and concentrating on fun and business to fund it.
I have to say that AWALT is incorrect they ARE all like that.
MGTOW is the best way of life in this feminist f~~~ery we have.
stay safe my Bros
and i really do need an app maker! promise its a winning idea.

[bladeParticipant]

BrucetheViking wrote:

not gay. tried it didnt like it, dont even fk women in the ass so no, though I must say tho you will never get a more enthusiastic blowjob than from a tranny!

Welcome bro . Hopefully you might be able to help dyd , tax guy and nerevar with there adDICKtion .

Good to have ya aboard bro

THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .

[BrucetheVikingParticipant 53]

thanks for the welcome dude
my only prob is i want to change nawalt at the end to awalt but i get no edit button ahh found it

[bladeParticipant]

The edit button top left . It dissapears after 10 or 15 mins .

All cool don’t worry about it bro

THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .

[BrucetheVikingParticipant 53]

fk now its gone wtf

[Anonymous 43]

lol reposted word for word

9/24/17

[KeymasterKeymaster]

BrucetheViking wrote:

fk now its gone wtf

Bruce…. FYI your post went into “pending” through no fault of your own – or ours. The automatic filter can sometimes do that (a handful of times per month) and detects possible “spam” when there are multiple links or a HUGE post from a new member, for example.

We have an indicator of this in the forums sidebar (on the right) which shows the number of topics “pending”. That’s what happened. It’s not a reflection on you personally.

We published it for you right away ( as soon as admin was available) and even posted a broadcast notice to everyone that a couple of topics in pending were now published.

( You attempted to post again and your duplicate was published too. We’re very sorry if you thought it disappeared. As well, if it gets published and you attempt to edit it, it will go back in “pending” again until an admin sees it. Your duplicate thread was also published – and that was our oversight. So this is the only one remaining. )

Thank you.

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In the second thread (dupe of this), there were some members who reacted to a duplicate post attempt as some kind of possible infiltration by a troll. We get a fair number of trolls here who try to pull our chain, and so that’s where that came from. Again, that duplicate thread was removed.

Bruce chose to upgrade himself so he could post his intro. People with malicious intent don’t usually choose that option.

This comment (by me) will be removed tomorrow as well. I am at a weekend event at the moment, and I will read your intro then. Thank you.

If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.

[CoolbreezeParticipant 442]

Welcome Bruce and congratulations- not everyone can crash the server like you did. Kidding! Cya round.

[BrucetheVikingParticipant 53]

so its finaly up lol and my eveonline invite is gone ahh well

in the effort to spread the MGTOW word where better than to form a presence in video games
i named a toon “just go MGTOW” which gets some interest from other players
99% of whom are men.
Before long we are in chat and they spread the word to their friends and start the learning process with the
excellent YT vids and avoid the hassles.
I suggest all the MGTOW gamers on here could do the same on different games and save your newbros.
anyway after a stressful start i am glad to be here
sorry about the server lol

[Mr.E1978Participant 9]

Now thats a f… up story.
But I don’t doubt anything anymore. I’ve seen my share of crazy people too.

[AttonParticipant]

Sounds like you dodged some serious gun fire.

A MGTOW is a man who is not a woman's bitch!

[ShineParticipant 1696]

That was an epic tale. Thanks for the intro, hope you stick around, good to have more lads from the land down under.

"Society is to blame" Denton

[HReardenParticipant 86]

Bruce – I heard your abridged version on Sandman’s video today – unbelievable story man. That sounds like a trip through hell. I’m glad to hear that you’re doing better and that you’ve chosen to remain alone.

Would highly recommended this viewing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvB7qx_nsfU

Take care and welcome!

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