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Friendship

Men treat women as enemies, opponents to be conquered, defeated, used. Sex is victory. Rejection, defeat.

He wants her body, in spite of her mind. He tries to sneak inside of her.

He tricks her, lies to her, pressures her, abandons her.

Guilt trips, empty promises, sly maneuvers.

He pretends to be a different man.

How could sex make us enemies? How could it do anything but bring us closer? How has Our connection become so distorted and undermined?

Sex requires Us to be vulnerable, so we must trust each other.

Sex IS direct, pure, uncensored communication, our emotions manifested physically.

Sex brings us closer, as we work together to make each other feel good, to show each other we are wonderful.

Sex is a celebration of Life. The light behind my eyes is the light behind hers.

When fear – the illusion of separation – is gone, expression, appreciation, all the Focalities activate. Our enjoyment of each other unites Us.

We see The Life in each other, and know it in ourselves.

What else is friendship?

Lasting, loving, passionate relationships are truly friendships – ask any happy couple.

Until you can be friends with the women you sleep with, you will struggle.

When you can befriend women THROUGH sex, you will excel, connecting effortlessly with them.

The “friendzone” is a misnomer. Friendship requires respect. To be friendzoned means she doesn’t respect you. “Nothing zone” describes it better.

Why doesn’t she respect you? Because she knows you’re lying. You want sex, but you’re afraid. So not only are you a liar, but you are a coward. And probably bad in bed, if you’re so scared to put your balls on the table.

I’m a friend to the women I sleep with, and to many more that I don’t and never will sleep with. Women are human beings, and they are made to excite, help, and Embrace you.

Do You See Her?

Do you See Her?

Do you go out to meet “women” “bitches” “hoes” or get “pussy”?

I go out to Look for Her.

When I find Her, I See Her.

I don’t think about the concept of “women.”

In fact, there’s very little thinking going.

I’m listening, watching, smelling, feeling.

I drink Her in.

I want to know:

Her hopes
her fears
her proudest moments
her saddest regrets
her strengths
her weaknesses
her idiosyncrasies – ESPECIALLY this one!
what makes her laugh, smile, cry, get mad, feel safe, relax…

…And WHY!

Why?

“Why” is the path into her mind, into her Soul, the source of her choices.

What’s her unique flavor of femininity, of Embrace?

How can She help me be a better man? How can her love make me stronger?

What’s her unique Dance of Inspiration?

How will She open to me? How does She move and moan when she Surrenders?

I must know all her Why’s.

My Sight penetrates, IS penetration. I AM PENETRATION.

The way to know a woman, to see a woman, to feel a woman, to know a woman, is by feeling her, INSIDE HER.

I know my power as she reflects it to me, as she INSPIRES ME, NURTURES ME, and SURRENDERS TO ME.

I Thrust into Woman with pure, focused Attention.

I am conscious Awareness.

25 Ways To Disrespect a Woman

Deny and ridicule her sexuality.
Ignore her sexuality and treat her like a child.
Give her 2 options: Madonna, or whore.
Tell her that her desires are bad.
Put her on a pedestal and supplicate to her, so she feels alienated and objectified.
Make rules for what she can do with her body.
Insult everyone’s intelligence by saying these rules came from God.
Pressure her to have sex, then tell your friends she is a slut.
Stop talking to her once you get what you wanted.
Expect her to look like a painted doll.
Hold her social behavior to the standards of a child.
Avoid her because she is smart.
Lie to her about caring about her, or having a future together.
Make up elaborate ways to make her think you are cooler than you are.
Employ methods analogous to pressing a sequence of buttons on a robot to make it do what you want.
Hide your passion for her, pretending you want to be her friend.
Pretend you are her boyfriend, when you only want sex.
Pressure her to have sex while ignoring her discomfort.
Assume she is stupid and can’t tell you are full shit.
Assume she’s a gold-digger.
Assume she wants a boyfriend, or needs a man to feel happy.
Pretend she has hurt you if you don’t get your way.
Whine about “femi-nazis” taking over society. If you do this, you sound like a child.
Don’t try to kiss her, touch her, or fuck her when she is alone with you and clearly likes you, because you are scared she’ll say no.
Avoid approaching her because she “probably has a boyfriend” depriving a possibly lonely woman of a great experience with you.

Inspiration

As she walks by, her breasts bounce gently under her thin t-shirt.

Her butt jiggles tightly – her yoga pants stretched around her soft round bubble.

Her hips roll, her hair sways.

Her face is calm, oblivious to my gaze. She Inspires me as she is. She IS my Inspiration.

I imagine us alone, her delicate little hand would rest on my lap, and feel me grow hard and strong for her. She would feel how much she Inspires me. Her eyes would light up, she would bite her lip, she would wonder what It might look like if she took It out…

She would know how beautiful I think she is. I would show her with my lips on hers, on her neck, my breath deepening, blowing hot and hard on her soft sensitive skin.

Her eyes would close, her flower moistens, she begins to Surrender, her hand caressing the throbbing passion she inspired.

This is what she does to me.

She is what she looks like. Her mind reflects her body. Her body reflects her Soul.

She wants to see me strong, happy, relaxed, powerful, passionate, at my best.

She despises me when I pretend to be weak, and ignore her effort to bring me up.

When I focus on my goals, when I work hard, when I put my all into whatever I’m doing…

She wonders what it would be like if all that masculine power was directed at Her…into Her.

She pulls my attention with her Dance. It comes natural, it’s who she is. All she needs to do is walk past me, let me see her…just enough time to look her up and down, to feel my heartbeat speed up, to feel afraid and horny…

And then I zero in. I interrupt her life, and tell her she Inspired me, and I want more. I want her to dance for me, to excite me, and make me want to be a better man.

I want her to be proud of me, proud of herself…

knowing she helped me Rise.

I bring her up with me.

Better Than a Movie

We were supposed to go to a movie, but when she came to the door, I pulled her close, and she felt so good in my arms, so small and soft and warm…I held her for a very long time.

I felt myself growing for her and I decided I would do something honest, what I really wanted to do. I guided her to the couch and asked if she wanted a drink. She said water was fine.

We sat and talked…and kissed…I stroked her delicate little arms, and she rubbed my chest…

I took her cup from her and set it down on the table and looked at her with a smile letting her know how beautiful I thought she was without saying anything. I slowly leaned back, unzipped my pants, pulled myself out and let it rest over my jeans.

Her jaw dropped and said “UMMM Brian!!!”

I slowly took her hand and put it on my cock. “I want to feel your little hands on me. That feels good.”

“But we’re supposed to go to a movie…”

“I’d rather talk to you like this. We can go to a later show if we miss this one. So how was your day?”

We talked as she played with me. At first she couldn’t concentrate, but after a couple minutes, she relaxed and we just looked into each others eyes, talking like lovers, slow, relaxed, joking, kissing between words…

All the while her hand went on autopilot, naturally gliding over my length, squeezing to feel my thickness, sometimes gesturing onto my cock when she was making a point or talking. It became a channel of communication.

I remember she was talking about how hectic her job was, and at the same time gripping me and moving me back and forth as she was talking about running back and forth at work. I loved that. I laughed, and she laughed and I kissed her and pulled her even closer.

The time came when we’d have to leave for the movie or miss it. Although I would’ve had sex with her right then, I felt there was absolutely no rush, and that we could go, and then come back and do what we felt later. I suggested this, and she said… “Oh no…This is Soooooo much better than a movie.” She leaned over, and gave me little loving kisses all over my hardness.

A couple minutes later I carried her to my room and laid her down. We didn’t see a movie, but we got some carry out and a bottle of wine around midnight. We came back to relax, eat, drink, and continue to explore each others’ bodies.

This was such a good “date” that I decided this would be my direction from then on. It felt so natural, so relaxing, and the sex was sooooo good because our chemistry was so “on.” It felt like we were riding the same wave

I knew I was onto something. I had reached a level of connection with women, by reaching a level of comfort within myself. I had become aligned with my sexuality – my cock was no longer something I hid, pretended was not there, something I had to sneak into women by distracting them with small talk, buying food, going to movies.

I think men and women are uncomfortable being sexual with the opposite sex, especially when they are attracted to that person. Ironically, sex is the very thing that created us, and brought us together. When practiced responsibility, it’s God’s Gift to us. I’m truly God’s Gift to a woman, as she is to me.

Because of this discomfort, we use excuses to hang out – like going to a movie, watching TV, etc. The most honest thing we could do together would be to just lay in bed, or on the grass, and talk, touch each other, kiss each other. It’s only after we’ve had sex that we are able to say “Come over so I can kiss your naked body.”

After sex, we are comfortable, and the “cat’s out of the bag” so to speak. But often sex takes longer than either party really wants, and there’s so much discomfort, confusion, and game playing leading up to it (not always, but more often than not I’d say).

For me now, sex creates comfort. Until a woman accepts and embraces my body, and appreciates my hardness as not me being “horny,” but being specifically inspired by her, I don’t feel comfortable with her. I can only relax when I know that she knows THIS IS FOR HER. Because that’s what it really means for me. When a woman can’t see that, I feel like she’s not seeing me. She’s not seeing my core nature – my passion, my love, my masculinity – and the physical symbol of that.

Sex is the way to comfort, because it requires us to trust each other, to let go, to be patient, considerate, attentive.

But women have a dimension of anxiety that men don’t have. So I’ve found the best thing to do is let her be in control, let her touch me. I’ve done this more and more as I’ve gotten older and more comfortable with my body and my sexuality. To me, it’s normal to take it out with a girl when we are alone together. I usually joke about it so she dares me, or I say something to spark her curiousity…sometimes I just tell her she turns me on and then show her.

I wasn’t always like this. I was very shy with girls, and even in college, chickend out when women would make advances on me.

I think so much differently now, so much more aligned with my core – my Direction. And I’ve developed some wonderful, long-lasting friendships with women, FROM DOING THIS. I’ve had many female friends that would suck me dick when we hung out, just like having a beer with a friend. It was/is “our thing” – a way to bond and communicate, something to do together, a way to relax and be together without pretense. I’ve had many women treat me like a human popsicle, stopping by on their way home from work, to get their fix, feel a man’s power, and wind down after a long day.

I think a lot of this fixation came from the rush of feeling in control of a strong man, making me twitch and groan. The naughty smile women when they get me in just the right spot to make my leg twitch gives her away. I think another part of it is looking into my eyes, my body at her whim, and seeing how beautiful I think she is. Nothing is more feminine and beautiful than a woman on her knees, taking care of a man.

I caress her head and hair to let her know I’m here with her, that she’s safe, and appreciated. I talk to her, let her know how beautiful she is, and how much fun I have with her, as she strokes and plays with her toy.

She gets more and more comfortable with this special part of my body – the part that I penetrate her with, the part that brings her the deepest pleasure…

It’s the part I want her to like the most! The part of me that can touch her deepest, because of it’s meaning:

If I penetrate into her body with passion, I am also touching her heart.

My throbbing hardness is a symbol of how excited she makes me. Really it’s a symbol of her – a gauge of her feminity. The more feminine, she is, the harder I am. When she feels that, she knows how much of a woman she is.

If I’m really being honest, the first thing I want to do with a woman, and what I think about MOST when I hang out with a woman is her wrapping her soft, sexy lips around me, sucking me to inspiring my power, while nurturing my vulnerability. She wants to see me powerful, while revealing my humanity. She wants to see my hidden vulnerability, so she can nurture me.

Passion, vulnerability, and power…This is my nature: Thrust. To inspire, nurture, and surrender to it is her nature – Embrace.

She is born with this knowledge of what a man can do to her. She knows she is made to be penetrated. She feels Embrace, as you feel Thrust, in every moment.

You’re cock is the movie. When she’s ready to surrender, it has so much more meaning, so much more anticipation built up…and because she’s so comfortable with you, she feels safe letting go.

It’s in surrender that a woman can be filled, fully satisfied, and free to express her true nature, Embrace. When I penetrate her body, she is deeply relaxed, yet incredibly aroused, and can surrender fully to my Thrust because she trusts it. She trusts it because she believes it…she can feel it, from the moment our eyes meet.

A word of caution: this is a true story, but it’s only meant to illustrate principles and show you what’s possible. I advise you already feel a very sexual connection with a woman before you pull your cock out on her. You should sense that she is ready for something as bold and direct as that. Never rush sex, but also, strive to reduce hesitation and self-doubt in your sex life.

Her Hidden Desire

If only I knew then what I know now.

Women hide themselves from men.

They have to for fear of being judged, or used and abandoned.

What you want to make her feel, she wants to feel.

What you want to give, she wants experience.

It took me so long, so many times they had to say it until I believed, until I could see.

She wants to feel my hands, my lips, my voice, my cock, and my desire to fuck them.

They love how I think and move. My naked masuclinity turns Her on.

She wants me to do what I want to do: to smell her, to touch her, to squeeze her, to caress her, to taste her, to fill her, to carry her away and ravish her.

Under my superficial compensations and imaginary ribbons, I’m a man.

Knowing how sexual and wild women really are make you incredibly confident with women. When she knows you know, she feels safe being WHO SHE REALLY IS. That’s why Safety is the Second Gate of Control.

Think of the confidence you’d have, approaching a beautiful woman, knowing that soon she’ll be saying wild things like this. Be the context for her to be free, wild, naughty…

Through your encouragement, the flame that simmers within her can build to a raging fire.

Women don’t always want you to take them out. Sometimes, they just want you to take IT out…The key is to know the difference, because women usually won’t spell it out for you. You have to SEEK the Primal Woman, for Her to reveal Herself. Start with seeking the Primal Man within. This is the meaning of Thrust (the T in ACT).

Bad, Dirty, Naughty

“Girls like bad boys.”

Maybe.

I’ll finish the sentence to make it true.

“Girls like bad boys, because they won’t get judged for being bad themselves.”

She walks a tightrope daily.

She wants to grab my attention, turn me on, and feel desired.

She is horny, with a quick covert glance, she sizes men up as they walk past.

But She must hide her desire.

Her Sexuality is “bad.” When she acts on it, she is “naughty” at best, a “slut” or “whore” at worst.

Some progressive women have taken ownership of slut, to make it something positive. I like this idea, but there’s a long way to go.

If She has slept with too many guys, she is “used goods, dirty, trashy”…not “girlfriend material.”

Men want women to “give it up,” but then they devalue Her after she does.

She has gone through this many times, starting in high school, often earlier:

1. The romantic lovey-dovey act
2. The pressure, making “moves” to get in her pants
3. The guilt trip “If you loved me you’d show me by having sex.”
4. The unsatisfying, cold humping
5. The disappearing act (he got what he wanted, and never liked her as a person in the first place)
6. The rumors spread, her reputation is tarnished.

For what? She liked a guy and wanted to make him happy, to bring him closer.

I have taught myself to accept and celebrate Her sexuality, her dynamic emotions, the ways she is different, the ways She is stronger than me.

We are both dorks, perverts, afraid, courageous. This is our common ground. She can’t show me at first, and I understand why. I will always protect Her Safety, her sovereignty, her vulnerability, her humanity.

When She feels safe, She is free to be bad, dirty, naughty…the Wild, Natural, SEXUAL Woman comes out.

I know her secret: She’s a Man Eater.

It’s Our Secret, Our World.