Man. 🩸
Waxing poetic on the boys
Manosphere this and that. People will talk tough to sell you things. The real boys don’t need your money. They don’t want anything from you but a worthy challenge. Pay the old fashion way. Jack D. did teach me some cool stuff about the virtues of me. Honor. Gameness. Strength. He pointed out that in the world of men you don’t have to be near the top, people like comic relief too, they’ll let you on the team if your funny and can take a punch. I think there’s something genuine about that. I think most biological males need it and don’t have it. I know some people reject it. But I can’t help but feel like something was missed. You ask a gnarly looking mean old fuk about his tattoos and he’ll tell you about each one like a kid showing you his drawing after school. Some of the people at the gym that become best friends are the ones that fought the hardest, caused each other the most physical pain, and they might be able to beat on each other but they’ll be dammed if anyone else does. What kind of creatures are we? Me? Am I? Some guys litterally just like fighting like one likes a ballet. I got close to it because it was so far from my nature I had to take the lesson. They are my friends. It was 6 rounds today and 5 stations and one station we just held each other down for 30 seconds and were instructed to make the person on bottom miserable while they tried to escape. I guess before someone else does. People at the gym preparing to fight in the near future. It’s cool to be a part of the practices because even if you don’t get in the cage you can help your guy win. You can give him one little exchange at a time that might be the difference between the lights staying on. It’s a simple arithmetic. These are ancient principles. Dresses up in Bluetooth speakers blaring but the same response to war drums. It’s good to connect with I admit. Not rational. Not limited to spiritual.
Man.
It’s in the blood