By K. F.
Why is aggression good, and (most) women like their sex rough.
What I’m going to tell you might shock you a little, so, buckle up.
I’m going to steal from Gordon Gekko in the legendary 1987 movie Wall Street and paraphrase him.
| “The point is, my brother Shoguns, that aggression–for lack of a better word–is good. Aggression is right. Aggression works. Aggression clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the masculine spirit. Aggression, in all of its forms–aggression for life, for money, for love, knowledge –has marked the upward surge of mankind.“ |
By nature, the man is the aggressor, a full-blooded hero inclined towards savagery and brutality.
Aggression defines us men. Passivity defines them women. The aggressive attracts the passive–that’s the rule of nature.
Our cavemen ancestors survived because of their aggression.
You can’t reason with a saber-tooth tiger into not eating you. There’s no ”sitting down to talk” with enemy tribesmen bent on slitting your throat, raping your women and enslaving your children.
When attacked, you have no choice but to go for the jugular. The best response to aggression is aggression times two. You fuck them up so badly they’d cream their pants at the thought of facing you again.
And women know this instinctively. It’s in their ancestral imprint to thirst for an aggressive man.
What Women Hate (And Love)
For this reason, women hate meek men.
Women despise feeble, docile men, ”safe” men with zero agency, men who get bitchslapped by other men (and women).
Nothing turns a woman on more than masculine aggression. What’s both masculine and aggressive?
Rough Sex.
When you fuck her rough, to para-quote Pantera, it’s a vulgar display of power. Your masculine power.
It’s evidence of physical aggression, her shield from danger. Your aggression puts her at ease as she feels protected from pouncing ferals and bloodthirsty barbarians.
Sex is a bonding experience between a man and a woman, the penetrator and the penetrated, the protector and the protected. Sex is an act of proving you’re the dominant partner, providing order and shelter in a chaotic, dangerous world.
As a man, you must have a capability for violence.
Morals are nice, but violence is necessary. If your woman can’t sense a (visible) violent streak in you, she’ll find a man who does and fuck him.
It’s not a woman’s fault she wants a violent man. That’s why women love criminals and gangsters. Their ancestral imprint demands an animalistic lust for violence, and they can’t help it.
A man without the capacity for violence is impotent. Neutered. Emasculated. Such a man can’t safeguard his woman from the treacheries of the world. A woman can never be attracted to him–her female psyche makes it impossible.
A nice guy is nice to have, but a violent man is the fountainhead of the human society. Throughout history, civilizations are built by men who conquered and destroyed the savages. The majestic empires of tomorrow will be forged on the sweat of us virtùous men and the blood of our detractors.
Keep in mind: unless a man capable of violence, he is not “peaceful”. He’s harmless.
The Virtue of Violence
Violence, thus, is a virtue.
Men have enemies. We must wage war on them. Those who threaten to imperil our goals must be slain with zero mercy.
Tolerance is not a Shogun virtue.
Now, here’s the obligatory disclaimer: this isn’t an endorsement to be a thug.
Even with a violent streak, you can still be good. In fact, that’s the entire point. You can (and should) direct your violence towards evil.
If your goal is virtùous, whatever blocks your way is unholy. Your duty is to not take care of everyone, but to fulfill your life purpose–at the expense of your enemies.
The bottom line: Be the aggressor.
Cultivate your capacity for violence. Go, start a fight.
And have rough sex, lots of it.