Turd's warped views of masculinity.

Turd is inexplicably modern. He has already enlisted in the army, (putting his actual physical life on the line to defend the values of modernity) which means he undeniably supports modern American values and it’s brainwashing. Maybe not Hillary, maybe not anymore, but the Bush bullshit era brainwashing.

In this thread I will demonstrate Turds views on psychology and his paltry understanding of masc- fem definitions.
Examples.
Turds views of what is Masculine.


In Turd’s mind, Prince is masculine, because he has a sex-drive and sexualizes women in a sexist manner.

In Turd’s mind, men should require a nice fancy house before they breed, because heaven help it if a child is raised without the American Dream.

In Turd’s mind, a real woman is a female who has no sex-drive, and who’s only interest in men is in terms of utility and baby-making.

In Turd’s understanding, masculinity=lust at women, and femininity=no sex drive.
So, according, to Turd…

Tesla is not masculine, because he was a virgin his whole life. Asexuality, tinkering, building machines is not masculine, according to Turd, it is feminine, because modern media tells him so.

Lesbians and bisexual pop-stars, and sexual women, are not feminine, but masculine. Because feminity is asexuality, nuns are feminine. According to Turd, females do not like to be touched, 5 million years of evolution and having sensitive bodies, sensitive nipples, sensual emotions, and soft skin is cancelled out by 40 years of modernity, women are hard like rocks, women are not desire but the opposite of desire, women are sex haters, they only do it for baby-making, Greek women having lesbian orgies and anthropological and scientific research showing that lesbianism had evolutionary evidence and advantage, and that girls are more sexually aroused at lesbian porn, facts and figures thrown out the window, because in Turd’s lifespan, “their values are not our values.”

In Turds mind, this man is not masculine, because he is in the heat of combat, and has no sex-drive in the heat of combat. Because masculinity=sex drive. And pink=feminine.

In Turds mind, these men, Vin Deisel and Plato, are not masculine, neither is Plato, because they are gay and have no sex-drive towards women.

In Turds mind, this male-to-female transsexual is a real man, because they have a sex-drive, sexuality, and are sexually fantasized towards women.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYSNUL2hrQM[/youtube]
If Turd watched this clip, he would say that Joker is not masculine, because he wears makeup, acts asexual, and because he is interested in science more than sex, and because he physically pushes around his girlfriend, which is not stoic and masculine, real men are respectful to their girlfriends, so according to Turd, Joker is not masculine. So in turd’s mind, Harley is masculine, Joker is feminine, because Harley is the seducer, the sexual one.

I don’t have views on masculinity save for this, If your trying too hard, you ain’t got it.

Women try hard to be female, and they have it.

House is a wise thing to have if your having a kid. I didn’t always have one from Toddler to Kindergarten, I wasn’t taught how to read, or talk, so had a bad speech impediment, and ran around in homeless shelters for single mothers in the Yuba City and Stockton areas of California fighting Mexicans when I was little in the mid 80s. My mother couldn’t afford to buy my math books in 6th grade, so I never officially advanced beyond that, I sat in the class clueless, flunking everything. I went from being the top math student to the weakest. It took me years of reading the history of mathematics, studying various writers from around the world, to get to where I am today.

Fact of the matter is, 99.9 percent if children lack the capacity to upright themselves via Extroverted Sensory modes coupled with Logical Introspection. (ES + NT in MBTI, a IN reverts to ES when IN isn’t working, and works it out logically, figuring out he is deficient, and figuring out how to fix the situation).

Most people, if denied education, would remain ignorant. If physically injured, and denied help, would remain broken, if outcast, would hold a grudge against the world. While I may thrive just fine on that fault line between life and death, poverty and despair, most just crumble and turn viscious.

I hold there for to the Stoic and Aristotelian Ethic, that the family is the first stage of a society, and a philosopher, if possible, should have children, even if it is a distraction to him. In my case, I would simply want them, for the sake of having them. Can I survive without a house? Yes. Can a marriage survive, little kids survive? No. Why I was so hard on joker once he realized his girlfriend was pregnant, and deciding to remain homeless, I was literally plotting to track him down, which would of involved me leaving Hawaii and The Honolulu Philosophy Group to go up to Minnesota, crossing two mountain ranges in the dead of winter, to beat the sense into him. Luckily, he got her out of the cold. Unless you live in Micronesia, you need a house for the woman.

What else? Oh… That reporter is absolutely ugly. This is the reporter I have a massive crush on:

Erica Mokay

She more or less scores a 10 out of 10 in terms of everything I like in terms of looks, presentation, style, how she talks, etc. If we ever met, without even looking at her, she would undoubtedly just pepper spray me with her spider sense, knowing I Googled her blog just to fawn over her like a creep.

She is very feminine. She is also very extroverted, and has very strong facial expressions, and a great voice, and is a social darling. I’m between a caveman and Robin Williams from What Dreams May Come, and am certainly lacking in facial expressions, lack a voice, not a social darling- I can put forth charisma enough to lead a discussion decisively in a group, but let’s face it, you’ll never catch me dancing or singing, or getting excited visibly. I might as well be dragging around a club and have some antelope legs tied over my shoulder, or dressed in Roman Armor. I’m not a good fit look wise in any other category, and don’t belong to any in crowd.

I only like very femine women. Period… but seeing how many marriages work out over the years, I know following my gut instinct isn’t wise. I’m very leery of women who ask me out, because I increasingly see they are just party girls, but don’t really ever ask women out either. I’m more or less a watcher of my own history, and others histories as I’ve seen it.

I’m thinking it might just be wiser to settle for a rather plain and stable looking woman, who won’t cause needless marital problems, who I know won’t be the disaster my mother was. Not because I want to control her like Pandora likely thinks, but because I need to hedge me bet that if I just keep my mouth shut and sit down to dinner each night I’m home, be it she or myself cooking, one of us can watch over the kids as they do homework, watch their friends play inside or out, make sure they are saying away from the bad kids (bad kids = all if you) and have sufficient enough of a education that they can choose their career path.

You know what happened to my younger brothers and sisters? Two are repeat felons, for heroine and theft. Completely destroyed, can die any time. One was a tranny for a while when my mother ran away (yes, she ran away, fucking crack head), but decided instead to become a minister in Protestant church, get married. I’ve told you that before.

Next youngest was adopted, and saved early enough, last I heard he was a piano prodegy, taking advanced elementary school courses. They tried shoving me in those classes, but I felt uncomfortable being taken away from the neighborhood kids. In his case, he can go be a doctor or a senator or leader in the corporate world.

I have a younger sister I never met, trapped with my mother. All I know is she has tattoos and was kicked out of school for calling in bomb threats. As to my father’s side of the family, I never met him in person, I’m certain his household being a history teacher out in California provided well for his family, most of them… he appears to of missed a child.

My simple goal is to avoid a repeat. My genetics are sound, in the sense I sustained a intellect, grew it against every frictive cost, and am much smarter and better read than most who live in my civilization. I survive under extreme circumstances, and I appreciate this fact, for it allows me to plan tough paths forward.

So my instinct is for very pretty, femine women, but I also hate airheads, or weak women. I doubt I could ever love a woman who I thought was less than me. I prefer one better, I’m not turned off by that at all, just unlikely that will ever happen. That safe bet, of picking a safe woman, I don’t know if I will actually do that, or if I would hold out for a impossible woman. I’m not much deserving anymore of the kind of woman I’m attracted to. My body feels the wear and tear my my injuries over the years. I’ve become even more solitary and silent, and can go days without speaking. I more or less just trod on, getting flashes of memories from distant places and times, some painful, some beautiful. I’m obsessed with ending the drug epidemic, it has taken from my family and has killed so many. The business I started was so I coukd finish my task I started in the war, and the drug war here- a functional shortbwave Ultra Violet Camera could see explosive residue as well as drug residue.I coukd stop most terrorust attacks before they start, abd map out every drug lab, and spot every drug user on the street instantky with it. I need $6000 dollar for the next (and main) component, as comnercial UV caneras dont reach that low into the needed range.

What happens once I do that? Once it hits the news, a few neighborhood watches build them pee my plans, a few governments start installing them in airpirts, subways, bust intersections, on cop cars? I’m not patenting anything, goal is for any abd every company to start mass manufacturing, for a global front on drugs. So nobody else has to watch their family members succumb one by one to this. Do I start my family? Do I put out ads I have a camper van, two bikes, two kayaks, want a girlfriend to go with it? Do I start that farm, the farm I never fatm on, and have sheep I’m too attached to ever slaughter, and grow old, with a eife and kids and grandkids?

A part of me says it isnt going to happen, didnt happen in the past, and my future is always going to be carrying a rucksack on the open road, city by city, looking for problems to study and solve, moving on again, seeing young men eho obe looked like me walk around holding the hands of the women Im instinctively attractive too. One day, in some feral land, a stroke ir dehydration eill kick in, I will fall over, rotting where I drop, my wikipage barely noting my existence, desth unknoen, and the slow creep of centuries whenthe occasional enthusiast comes along, spots obe of my hand written manyscripts asking nit to be photocopied or made electrobic, only replicated by hand, shocked by my ideas, but dying likewise himself, centuries seperating my enthusuasts

Right now, in this moment, my gut says this latter. I will accept the judgment of history, as long as I can end these terror and drug wars. I’m in a exceptionally good position to trigger it. If I fade away, so what? At least others won’t suffer like I did.

I’m not too happy thinking about it, butbI do anyway, looking my mortality dead in the face each day. I’m aching, don’t feel young despite being 33. Don’t feel attractive anymore. I can paradoxially solve any problem, push mankind in any direction I ultimately feel it myst go, and aporiach the ways and meabs of i stituting it pragmaticalky, but the very simpke things of life seem utterly aloof. I’m a INTJ, one completely caved in, in terms of intimacy. I don’t know if I got it in e anymore, or if I’m a increasingly distant stranger in this world, performing a few tasks my biology made me supurb at handling better than anyone on the nations of duty and responsibility, eben if it kills me.

So… how do you think I eould take the rest of your bizarre statements? Masculinity has no real meaning to me, never was a concept I clung onto. Vaguely rememver puttung a belt over my shirtless chest as a kid, humming the Indiana Jones Theme. Could I go up to someone like that pretty reporter, woo her? Probably not, I’m just not attractive anymore, and got nothing worthy to offer her in mysekf in exchange. I’m only attracted to pretty strong women.I’m hopelessly fucked in that situation short of being stranded with one in a liferaft, snd think I will be miserable eith a safer bet, through I’m certain I would force myself to believe it worked swell, with my little house, kids toys in storage, kid driving for the first time, growing old, in the same spot, same city, same house. Never leaving. Just building a coffin in suburbia.Coffin Suburbia. With neighbors. Like Ned Flanders. How high can I build that fence? I was a arctic paratrooper, I have seen distant labds, read the best works of literature, challenged myself to seek out the hardest problems mankind has, and Ned Fucking Flanders and my plsin, safe bet wife are on either side of the fence, and my rucksack hangs in my study, just looking at it daily, collecting dust, meaningless to everyone its importabce, till I clurltch my chest in a heart attack and die.

Maybe that us masculinity? I don’t know? I know those pics and descriptions you provided arent masculine. I know the reporter you provided certainly isn’t femine. I’m just isolated in a painful grind, I see people dying around me constantly, and I get frustrated, knoeing Im ultimately the solution. I was designed by nstute to solve it, and am financually paced out brutally slow in solvig it, do I will get there, I will study in the meantime, build up my skillset, ply my trade, study anither philosophy or history text, answer the increasingly rare question someone poses to me in philosophy, and just watch a very attractive brunette on TV without a wedding ring on make staged flirty faces with the TV canera to hundreds of thousands of viewers, thst being the sole damn source of femine contact I make for the next year or so till my camera prototype is finished, so I can drop it on DARPA, and flee… into a sufficating safe marriage, or a hosrile distant cityscape, because I am clueless socially, and can’t maje that bridge.

And Vin Diesel isn’t gay. He has a wife and kids. I don’t know why everyone keeps insisting he is. I like the riddick series, waiting for Riddick 4,could care less if he was gay or not, but he says he isn’t, and his wife seems certain of this too. That other shit is gibberish you wrote. I don’t know why you do that. I’m not even masculine, so asking me what it is isn’t the wisest idea. I just know it isn’t machoism, or trying too hard to be a man. I think a man just simply put, “IS”. If he is needing to interpreted shit through extra lenses, he needlessly complicated it. Women only come onto me when I’m least expecting it. I don’t think I qualify at those moments, but just somehow do.

What you are not acknowledging is that INTJs whether they have money/wealth or not, still remain in the ‘weird’ category.

They won’t find their mate easily, if at all.

You are searching for what you did not have when you were a small child and is not of any value to you now.

Let it go.

Embrace your solitary moments they are precious many people could not tolerate being on their own.

If there is a woman for you, she will meet you halfway, be patient you will recognise her instantly, and

you don’t have to prove your masculinity to a transvestite, that is fucking laughable.

What if the war on drugs included alcohol? It would he hopeless. There’s be more people in society willing to bash those cameras than hang them up on light poles. So what if you got the weed smokers in on the cause of getting rid of meth? Shit man, you’d have a better chance of getting rid of meth. But no…not you. It’s all or nothing right?

Do we? Why so?

My family do actually tell me I’m weird, but do I care?

Friends don’t get me, but do I care?

What makes an INTJ weird and everyone else not?

Your not a INTJ Magsj, I instantly and most authoratively invalidate any test or person who informed you of this result. While the range if character traits for INTJs are potentially the largest, they do not involve most of your traits. There is a 100% certainty your are not one.

I can find women very easily, just not one worth it. That stuff I should give up on, because of my youth, is a decent, stable mother. I’m not getting into a relationship with a woman unless I see very real, maternal traits going on, not mere lip service to it. It is the extreme lowest level of my acceptance, for the woman to put the children first. I would rather die alone than give up and accept a selfish feminist who lets the kids run around on the highway because she doesn’t see how it is her job to watch them when I’m not around, off making money to feed them… You laugh, but this is exactly what happened with me as a child, I recall falling off a overpass (into a grassy area) after running down a highway before I was five. I had to of been four, perhaps younger, think it was four. Five happened later. She always picked the most horrible men, was always selfish, didn’t even bother potty training my younger brother till age five, or taught me yo speak right or read. I really don’t like my mother, you really can’t comprehend how deeply I don’t get along with her. She is the modern woman. She was very much your modern 80s feminist. I went very long periods without eating. Do you know what it is like to have to run as a child daily harder and harder because your stomach hurts because you still haven’t eaten? Do you have any idea how far I was able to run by time I was in middle school? Track Team was desperate for me, I couldn’t join because I had no way to pay for shoes and uniform. My shoes had massive holes in them. I started earning money sweeping sidewalks, massive amounts of red soot would descend across town- she took all my fucking money daily. She forced me to quit school.

Under no circumstances will I ever decide to skip over the one qualification that matters, and that is a good mother. My mother was the mother from hell. Absolute worst piece of shit ever. She did worst to my siblings, they lacked my aggressive defiance and unwillingness to go along with what she was doing, and they had no drive to learn. She was a bitch best reserved for some medieval era. Might as well been raised then, considering.

Turd, you need to forgive your parents, especially your mother.

And I don’t mind having to explain stuff to Trixie, heterosexuals aren’t one dimensional. I’ve noticed over the years gay guys like to overly simplify heterosexual men into the weakest of psychological presumptions, that we are generically simplified, and can easily be explained.

Humans run the psychological gambit, nobody is that simple, even when every suggestion a person seems to project screams boring status quo. I never presume women are simple, they are equally as complex, but at the same time, ideology can make us lazy and presumptuous in regards to just how human our relations will be, what they are required to pay attention to. My mother got by on the skin of the teeth of feminism, and we suffered for it. My father felt even less concern, apparently none, in regards to me based on some fantastic excuses. Yet both had the impulse to see a child, a boy, a man on occasions.

We tend to do this with everyone in society. Why do you think we have so many throw away people? People society merely rejects, are moved increasingly to the outskirts of society till they are tossed away. The impulse we once spent in Christianity to rise up and give protection to the poor and outcast, slave is increasingly overwhelmed by ever new Post-LGBTQ-RSTUV creations, a good half of which once were perfectly explainable as mental disorders or choices.

The current election proves this, Democrats threw a big chunk of the population under the bus, workers, their old stalworth base the ptoletariates, for the sake of these new groups, and every rage and hatred was projected on the old in vindication.

America just choose to forget millions and millions across many states for the sake of induldging the existentialists desires of legalisticalky framed forced inclusion of artificially contrived minorities.

It may give evidence to the idea that there is only so much love in the world… that we are inherently unable to care for ALL HUMANS once we hit a certain level of population, that some will be promoted over others, and the others are increasingly written off, as less and less and less, and ideologies grow to cover this gulf up and even excuse it.

I apply my basic expectation of good parents to society as well, instead of having terribly selfish parents, who only care about their own sexuality or their own pleasure at expense of everyone else, we really need to focus heavily on making society conform once more on making good children, that adults play second fiddle to the needs of raising children collectively.

I’m hardly opposed to gay rights. As you pointed out, I even took the time to explain my position to Trixie, I’m one of the few who talks in depth to him nor treats him like a intellectual idiot, but I don’t yield to him either, and if I think he is doing something that harms him, I tell him that much. I did live in San Francisco for a number of years. I do believe however if we put more emphasis on society making good children, investing in them, strongly encouraging bad parents to be better parents, a lot if the gay issues would go away as well. There wouldn’t be as much of a libertine emphasis on children rebelling into adulthood in taking non-traditional roles, so they can express their personhood better. I suspect some people are honestly born gay, but most aren’t, and it is largely a result of being neglected growing up, and the need to assert a counter identity in a era when pleasures are plentiful and strength of character largely neglected, as well as community. Religion has been so widely denigrigated for so many the only community they can find are in these counter secyal groups, and at root, it comes as a ideology fed on the need to dispense with the need of the family and the validy of the none reproductive individual.

This is absurd, we only reproduce through sexyal reproduction, and gave a childhood period of nearly 20 years. Of course we need families, and families are parts of larger communities. Not a bug fan of the idea of communities based on none reproduction, they always have existed, such as monestaries, but should always be low in numbers. Once it starts tipping, society becomes stressed out and targets them. It has happened in several civilizations. It isn’t wise to flirt with the fads that lead to non reproduction and extinction, as we only survive and carry on via it’s rejection. It is better to isolate just who really us gay, who us doing this because they feel a middle class angst like Sauweluos does about everything, and separate them in our treatment, the first suffer from birth defects or mutation, but are still very much human and are part of our society. The latter are full of shit, and are leading in a lot of deeply selfish hysterics that causes massive political oversights. The country was too busy screaming about LGBT rights to notice entire regions of the nation was dying off as a result if liberal neglect and intentional oversight. A large chunk of society was overlooked, ironically the chunk that reproduced and made new people. Only the people who didn’t were babied. That’s a massive evolutionary oversight that borders on extreme political retardation. No species that wants to succeed would do that, it is a recipe for disaster.

No Pandora, she went way, way too far. I can’t.

I told aspects of this story in the past, I will tell it again.

I was asked by her in the 9th grade to drop out. Why? No good reason, no plans for me, just drop out. I went from being one of the smartest in school to completely neglecting my studies by sixth grade, because I lost (or she burned for heat maybe) my text books, wasn’t allowed to borrow new ones, so I sat in class each day with my head down.

When I left in the ninth grade, I just started running farther and farther. One day I came back, and was informed my girlfriend d stopped by, and said she was pregnant with my child. My mother gathered every woman in the neighborhood to tell and scream at me, saying I had to support the child.

I had no girlfriend, and was still a virgin. He first instinct was to go door to door, gather every crackwhore and put them in a crowd around me, and scream at me.

I never found out who that girl was, but I know she was white, child was born black, different blood type from me. I was picked because I always had my head down in some media society history class (can’t recall what it was calked, had to demonstrate proof of knowledge of government, history, and international news), I never talked unless I was asked a question to see if I was paying attention, and I sure the fuck wasn’t, but if asked what it was, I could explain it always well beyond even the teachers understanding and would just ask to be left alone.

She targeted me in that class, one of those girls. Clueless which. It really wasn’t something I needed at the time, as I was living in a windowless damp fruit cellar in a basement, only light I got was from a broken TV with could only project the color green, hadn’t been fed in three years, and had to enter and exit the house through a basement window because every time I tried to enter the door, I would be screamed at for destroying her life.

Obviously, I stopped living with her at this point. I joined Job Corps, stayed far far away, till they wouldn’t let me stay away, then got into college for a year, till I was 18.

She fled, abandoning half my younger brothers and sisters, taking the rest with her. She turned one into a Tranny- he took years to break out of that shit, and had a pedophile (known pedophile) babysit my teenage sister. She married a crack head who died of a drug overdose.

At what fucking point do I forgive her for fantastically failing in the very worst of ways as a mother. She has no love for me. She was the absolute worst. I do not forgive her, I am very hard on those worthless existentialist selfish pieces of shit who want to sacrifice their children in the name of their own sicko mindsets.

You seem to advocate what all women should want, and that is motherhood. But don’t you think that forcing motherhood on a woman that doesn’t want it won’t spill over onto the children. She may feed them 3x a day and clothe them, and take them to their violin classes, but if she also had other plans for her life, don’t you think she would also carry some sort of resentment as well. Your approach suits societies that marry women early on and keep them within well-defined female roles in society. This way, they don’t really have time to think about the alternatives and are more willing to follow the script.

You need to do it for yourself. Or, you might, inadvertently, perpetuate the cycle. (Who knows, it’s possible that the cycle started where you are right now)


Turd
wrote:

I think you misunderstand.

I did not mean not look for a stable woman, who has strong maternal instincts, I meant, give up on trying to mend your relationship with your ‘mother’.
She will never change. Why forgive such an evil bitch, forget is a better word.

Nevertheless or because of, we as INTJ’s find it difficult to find a ‘mate’ (a long term relationship to embrace) even if we do, these mates still find us a little weird and difficult to understand, hence longevity for us, in relationships, is a fragile state.

There is some truth in what Pandora writes.

You need to heal, find a way that suits YOU.

Turd,

Join a local religious community and find yourself a young conservative family-oriented Christian woman (or Muslim, whatever). The Church will help you both out.

And while in the Church… forgive your mother.

HA!

WRONG.

No Pandora, my approach suits society who have children, and you insist I expect all men or women TO MARRY.

I don’t, this is a projection of a controlling nature of conformity onto me. I only think people should reproduce in cases of a severe demographics collapse. In cases of absurd population growth, it makes a lot of sense to tone it down.

But if your gonna have “sex” with the opposite sex at a breeding age, then yeah, you better be prepared to go through with parenthood. We only do that for baby making, trying to explain away reproductive sex as something else, that it utterly pointless and futile. My mother thought she was sterile when she had me. Shit happens against medical diagnosis all the time.

The human race didn’t cone about being for the same of feminism or alt lifestyles or libertine culture, it came about as a result of the desire to survive and make babies to survive us. It us absolutely not in existence for any of the other above reasons. If you simply don’t want to have children, fine- then drop out of the sexual lifestyle, don’t hog wealth or “power”, and let real people still preoccupied with the job of continuing on the human race pursue such concerns. They inherit EVERYTHING, if you don’t want a part, your entitled to nothing.

That is the mist brutally ho est yet logically consistent logic about humans we can state. Fucking is purely for making people, you deny it, claiming it uis for something else, your argument us either invalid through sterility, it wrong through a unexpected child. All the other animals do it that way. It us literally how we all come about being. Why on earth it us so hard to grasp and understand, is beyond me.

Arguments that go contrary to reproduction and survival don’t matter, are threatening and a potential evil even. Ones that do aren’t always good either. I do t usually assert people should be FORCED to have children, unless your in a extinction event, human race is dying off, and the last women left are throwing up arguments like yours. They have absolutely no choice in the matter them, they can cry about their lost feminist ideals as they nurse the surviving generation of infants. Might do the exact opposite if the human population was 50 billion and we were living like in the Soylent Green movie.

We aren’t in either, and so can care less if someone ops out, but am very careful to encourage them, like Trixie, not to destroy their chance to. They tend to kill themselves once they make a irreversible decision. Human life is set up to the rhythms of reproduction, even in old age, well past menopause. Everything we do instinctively is geared towards that, once you divide yourself from it, it breaks you. You try to compensate, it won’t work. Only thing that keeps men sane is the consolation your helping others in some way. Dying of old age is only comforting if we know others exist to carry on.

I’m opposed to any bullshit philosophies that try to claim thus isn’t the case, that reproduction doesn’t matter, that the only thing that matters is X, that X matters more than the health or gontinuation of the species. X doesn’t matter, if we must sacrifice what matters most to get it. I’m absolutely opposed to all Anti-Human philosophies. Existentialism doesn’t trump survival. Feminism doesn’t trump motherhood. As long as a theory can accept it even in part, I will consider it, once it separates, I’m in full and total rejection of it, in absolute hostility.

Has it occurred to anyone I might be more liberal than many of you? Maybe I want a lot more in a woman than just someone who is sufficatingly a safe bet. Did nobody read my posts above?

Your reproduction philosophy is like a cockroach philosophy, must breed because we can. Take a look at the world population:

census.gov/popclock/world

TF wrote:

A safe bet is usually what we don’t gravitate towards, but, a strong maternal instinct would most probably be one one of your set criteria, because, you do not come out unscathed from experiences such as yours.

That being said, it would be unwise to leave all this festering as it will do untold damage to you and any future relationship you may have.

Yes, and have I insisted on anyone reproduce? No, merely to hold open the possibility. You close that off, insanity starts creeping in as your unconscious starts rebelling against our choices. It isn’t uncommon to find post-menopausal women frantically fucking, trying to get knocked up a few years after sterility kicks in and children don’t result. It is kinda a tough issue for psychologists to deal with these irreversible changes of heart, as the explanations all come off as demeaning in light of earlier choices. Most you can do is point them at consolations. For many, they never had a choice to begin with, nature or cruel people denied them. It isn’t easy at all dealing with the results.

Unfortunately, cockroach philosophy is the universal philosophy, anything else, and we only bullshit ourselves. Even Trixie’s escapist DNA Machine fantasy kept reproduction at it’s center, he still advocated a cockroach philosophy.

My assertion for life and health is no different than that of the Stoa, Neo-Pythagoreans, or Christians. I’m never going to be a advocate of philosophies that excuse extinction. The individual can normally choose not to reproduce, but it must be kept in mind they live their lives 99.9999% of the time after that using social capital they instantly have no inherent right to. Imagine if the none reproductive drones of a beehive or ant colony asserted they had more right to live than the queen and larvae… they would die off quick.

If you don’t make yourself very useful to society, it will come to rightfully despise you. If your Steve Jobs or Bill Gates, you certainly made a massive positive contribution. If your a doctor or nurse, as well. A soldier protecting, as well. What about just a petty scumbag operating off of pure capital gains, inherited from parents, and just fucking everyone over like a Scrooge, and choosing to remain without children? Not much point to such people, to a Sea Wolf (Jack London Novel).

It is one of those things it just isn’t efficient or reasonable for a species to keep afloat. It is a cancer. Eventually we will flush such characters if intelligence and civilization is to survive.

We can accept the sexual debscgery of a king or queen, or royal and ariatocrats- they still breed, contribute at the very least offspring, but what can we say about people who choose not too? Monks give their life to gid but care deeply about the well being of others, are always strong advocates for the community in Christianity. In Buddhism, they seek Nirvana, but are equally committed to society. People drawl a lot of spiritual strength from this sympathetic relation.

It us once you can’t trace this anymore, that a philosophy or individual becomes inherently fucked. What did Scrooge do in the end, Childless Miser Scrooge? He supported Tiny Tim, gave him a new chance at life, a better life. That’s what we are about as philosophers. If we aren’t, then we are cruel for misleading.

It is all that matters. If you try to make it about something else, you fail. Period.