Alt Left: Attack My Masculinity and I’ll Kill You

Nothing makes men more furious that being dominated in a cruel way by women or having their masculinity attacked by them. It actually literally makes us want to kill them. I had several girlfriends in the past who more or less attacked my masculinity, even gleefully.

Others had other  men at the time we were together (although we were in an open relationship) but they deliberately did so in an open and outrageous way as if they were actually trying to provoke me. Yes, they were actually trying to make me murder them. But women do this all the time. Many women delight in provoking men to such an extent that as far as I am concerned, they are trying to get murdered.

Because they do things to men that in Man World would immediately get you hit, if not out and out murdered. Women try to push us men to our limits or even beyond them. It is very stupid (and dangerous) of women to do this, but they keep doing it.

Feminism has made this female behavior dramatically more common. In my mother’s generation, women were  terrified to attack their husband’s masculinity. My mother even told that she didn’t want to do that. I asked her why she didn’t do something one time, and she said, “Oh he will see that as attacking his masculinity. I don’t want to attack his masculinity.”

Her attitude was more that doing such things was gross, unladylike, and undignified. My mother would see that sort of behavior as common with working class women and Black and Hispanic women. That’s what low class women do – provoke their husbands, bitch at them for no reason, and pick fights with them.

My mother’s coterie of White middle to upper class women simply didn’t act that way – you would be acting like those low class and non-White women they looked down on.

I knew a Colombian woman once. The worst insult you could say to a woman in her society  was that she was “a woman of the streets.” To her, there was nothing lower than that. She was from an upper middle class background in the north of Bogota.

I remembered those damned girlfriends who attacked me that way. In some cases, I forgot all the fun we had, and when I reminisced, all I would think of was those times when they deliberately tried to cut my balls off with words, sometimes in public, sometimes in front of other men and women. Public humiliation. I remembered those incidents for decades.

And for decades, I literally wanted to kill every one of those women who attacked my masculinity like that. I’ve gotten over it now and I feel better with this off my shoulders. But nevertheless, my first and immediate instinct to a woman wantonly and even gleefully attacking my masculinity was, “You’re going to die for that, bitch. No forgiveness. Ever.”

Of course I never killed any of those women. I never even tried to, seriously considered it, or hatched any plan or anything. It was just a violent fantasy that never got implemented. So what! Who cares!

Not only that, but I am almost ashamed to say I never even hit or did anything violent to any of those women. Even worse than that, I rarely even fought back against these attacks. I just sat there and took it like a big, fat pussy.

Why? Because my Mom taught us that you never fight a woman.

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2 thoughts on “Alt Left: Attack My Masculinity and I’ll Kill You”

  1. Her attitude was more that doing such things was gross, unladylike, and undignified. My mother would see that sort of behavior as common with working class women and Black and Hispanic women. That’s what low class women do – provoke their husbands, bitch at them for no reason, and pick fights with them.

    My mother was ladylike, classy and a very attractive woman. But she picked fights with my dad all the time…mostly for trivial reasons. As a teen, I ran away from home many times because the environment was unlivable. I dreaded coming back home after a party because I knew that’s when the yelling match would start.

    However I don’t remember her disgracing him in front of other people. She wouldn’t allow dad to lose face in front of relatives or coworkers. Our finances were never good so she always chastised him for never making enough money. That’s one of the reasons I’m scared of a marriage, I don’t want to live through what my dad did, LOL.

    However if we had to attend a family gathering such as a wedding, she’d quietly sell a piece of her own jewellery so that we could offer a good gift. She was extremely status-conscious. My mother probably whined about marrying my father; she deserved someone much better.

    Also, we were well-provided for. She made sure I always went to the best school and had beautiful uniforms. Always got the classiest hair cuts.

    I once rode a limousine as a nine year old because my mother insisted on it for an important event. I haven’t ridden a limousine ever since because I think it’s stupid and wasteful, but hey, we all have our good moments! I am proud of her because a good upbringing does a lot of good to you in later life.

    However, sometimes it was a living hell because the way dad and mom fought. But there was an unspoken agreement – no washing dirty linen in public.

    Sometimes I really wonder how my dad withstood nearly 40 years of such a tumultuous relationship. He was an old-fashioned type – marriages are for life etc. That’s why I say I’ll never be half the man my dad has been.

  2. I learned this from being a teacher. Either you can generate respect or you can’t. If you have to dominate a woman (or school-kids) via beating, that means you can’t generate respect without it, which is pathetic. I’ve seen too many teachers who can generate respect by just being themselves (no beating, no chauvinism), to think otherwise.

    Now, it is a rough road though for some people to generate respect because maybe they’re midgets or got something wrong with them. However, I think with a good enough program going on like, say at a school, then they can overcome that.

    Now, where I was a teacher, the program was horrible, so of course, it failed, and me being a thin Abe Lincoln-looking freak didn’t help. In fact, I even got into bodybuilding quite a bit and even got noticeably stronger, but they (the students) were still bitches to the end.

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