Comments by "Richard Jones" (@EE12CSVT) on "Legion Of Men"
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In terms of presence, posture, confident swagger, energy, etc, I'm much more imposing in a room than much taller men than me, but because I'm 5ft 8in on paper, none of that means anything. But anyone who sees me in person among other people, especially among men, they easily notice how dominant I am, because I have to be because of who I mix with in different areas of my life.
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Only a tiny number of people are real around each other - fakeness is the overwhelming currency, as is communal narcissism to maintain or elevate one's place in the hierarchy. The whole thing makes me sick. Because I'm now a decent size, I get respected automatically. I have a big presence, I'm very charming, an experienced public speaker, I have to cold approach VIPs at trade events I get sent to in order to network. Confidence isn't a problem. People beijg narcissistic selfish pricks is. Thankfully, they don't cause me problems, as most see I'm not worth trying to con - I'm a lot like Ron Swanson.
There's some younger guys I know from the gyms in town and see them around town - they're great to talk to because at that higher level of build, fitness, dominance and testosterone, they don't tolerate fake either, and neither are they fake. It's the lower men who are the yappy dogs and more likely to act like whiney women, and that's who they socialise with. But all men my age have long since been crushed and betatised by their wives.
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My father was in the house the entire time, but apart from teaching me how to change the oil on a car, or the spark plugs, or the tyres, or the fuses in a plug, etc etc etc he taught me nothing about masculinity and people. But then the guy had been completely cucked by my covert narcissist mother. Heck, they partly raised me as a girl because they were pretty twisted. There are other things I won't mention in public. I had to learn the male things myself from scratch from my early 20s, and only started learning a lot of things after I turned 46.
I witnessed much the same thing in another family, and I've heard about it in other families where the parents neglected and isolated the child/children. The other family was that of an ex of mine in the 90s. She was still at home with her parents and with her younger 18 y/o brother but she and I were going to be moving in together. The father was completely cucked by the covert narc mother, and he wouldn't stand up for either child when the mother humiliated either of them for lolz. She was a sadist. He sat there and watched it take place and not raise a word to stop her from disrespecting his children. The brother hadn't been taught much at all by his father, except to minimise himself and never stand up for himself.
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My summary of what these wimmin vomited out of their mouth-hole:
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It was human static. White noise. I could have a more thorough, entertaining, and constructive conversation with an AI Chatbot than with these. And I doubt these chicks would ever pass a Turing Test.
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Nearly 50, been pretty much isolated my entire life after my parents deliberately isolated me from other children while I grew up. My main source of contact with humanity was books.
I'd been forced to socialise over the decades, but hated it. The older I got, the less I had in common with others. No siblings, no contact with relatives, no children. I know a few locally but rarely see them or talk to them. TBH I feel no desire. Yes, I've tried doing common hobbies with people, but I feel nothing. I'm typically alone in these groups while everyone else talks to each other. So I give up, and I then stop bothering looking for groups to join. There's just no enjoyment.
My passions are reading and hiking. Do I know anyone I could take hiking with me, able to sleep out on a mountain at short notice like I did last week? No. The books I read aren't newly published, and aren't fiction. They're all very obscure and published decades ago, about philosophy, psychoanalysis, history, politics, AI, engineering. They're all big chunks of intellectual red meat. Nothing comes close to that joy.
I don't mind being around people, it's just that I've nothing in common. A friend tried to twist my arm to join him in a Zoon evening chat with drinks with mates of his, like a virtual pub, but I saw no point. I have no interest in sport, no interest in woman, I've never married, no children, I was a carer for my parents for many years, I have little interest in cars, and never travelled. In short, I don't have any of the traditional things in common with men, which is why when men try to strike up conversation at the gym to make friends, they find there's nothing there that I can reciprocate with. I find nothing in them I can relate to.
Various women I've got to know over the past couple of years respond with anything from curiosity to shock to surprise that I do everything alone, go everywhere alone, don't celebrate my birthday, spend every Christmas alone. They can't wrap their heads around the completely isolated way I live, and I can't understand why anybody wouldn't want to live that way.
Creating a social circle just doesn't work. I've lost count of the groups I've joined and ultimately left without getting to know anyone and not hearing from anyone since. It just doesn't work as a method to make friends. I don't feel sad about it, probably because it's almost impossible for me to feel much for people except indifference. I live for art, culture, music, hiking, exploring, and reading. I have to keep my mind stimulated, but people just get in the way.
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It's a little to do with class, but Welsh women are no different. I live in rural Wales near the border. I'm first language Welsh. I see middle class manlets - or even in their early to mid 20s - with noodle arms and legs, struggling to grow a patchy beard who are dating gorgeous women with fantastic tits, those women all being sh1tlib feminists. But most women in Wales are horrifically woke, so the men need to be as well.
I find that even if the guy is a stocky young farmer, he's still submissive around shorter men like me. Most men I see dating on both sides of the border have long since allowed their girlfriend to treat them like a doormat, and they're pretty hesitant. There's hardly any masculinity around here, but it's those unmasculine and hesitant men who clean up in the dating world.
The various masculine men I know on both sides of the border don't date, even if they get plenty of attention. Welsh and proud Celtic women are no different to English women in that there's no way a guy - masculine or not - can stand up to them or assert himself to them. That's nearly all my Welsh female relatives as well. The women have a monumental tantrum or a sulk, and that's the end of it. In terms of couples under the age of 70 on sides of the border, I can only think of 2 or 3 where the guy hasn't been crushed and he's been able to assert himself successfully without her running away, or she doesn't smugly think she's in charge and should always be in charge. It's near universal. Celts really aren't any more likely to be attracted to masculine men. If they are initially, it's only to prove to themselves they can break him down, which is a bigger challenge than against a non masculine guy. And the women almost always succeed and it's been like that for decades.
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I'm in history, so I don't do anything useful like you do. Because I go to the gym, there's always plenty of men to get to know, and also in this small town. Same when I joined social grouos. But it's always the same. Soccer, soccer, soccer, cars, sport, sport, family, family, kitchen renovation, schools, drinking, soccer, investments, smashing it in the office, women, sport, and so on. All pretty much irrelevant to me.
Before C19 came along, a group of mostly elderly academics used to come up a few times a year to stay at the holiday cottage just down the road from the estate office. I'd get a call and I'd go down for tea and home made cake, and we'd have a lengthy chat. It was wonderful. It was also partly work as it helped to maintain the relationships as they were also clients, and a large part of my job was to develop friendships with academics, authors, musicians, and sometimes I'd then get private invites to lunch with them. I'd sometimes also cover private events in place of my CEO where I'd have to meet politicians as well as authors, publishers, etc. But I don't go out to bars with "the men" because of what I described.
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