So you want to get laid. Congratulations, take a seat.

You took the red pill, are lifting and improving, studied game until your eyes bled, and have developed a strong sense of narcissism. Congratulations, take a seat.

You correctly see that women are nothing more than a collection of wet holes that exist only for your pleasure and that most aren't even remotely worthy of that privilege. Congratulations, take a seat.

You know that the weak, whiny, bitchy, incompetent, overvalued, privileged, pampered, coddled, spoiled rotten life support system for those holes is not your friend and has her own agenda.. Congratulations, take a seat.

Indifference makes the difference with women. You have to ignore them to get them interested, create opportunities for sex, still be able to pull the trigger when the time comes, and be able to run Dread Game should you like her enough to accept any offers of a relationship she gives. But with competition and their never-ending list of standards and tunes for you to tap-dance to, you're still not getting the success you are entitled simply for being born with a dick (and you ARE).

You're getting scraps or attracting low value women.

Worse, everyone and everything is standing in your way, and they aren't going to make it easy for you.

And even though you maintain frame, composure, and speak with conviction, you're still finding yourself frustrated from time to time. Eventually you become bored and develop a truer sense of disinterest to the point of staying indoors for months.

Women try to make it very easy to hate them. AWALT: they are lying, cheating, self-absorbed teenage prosties that can AND WILL have their cake and eat it too. You can expect nothing but to be shut out of their reindeer games.

But you don't hate women. You can't even hate them if you TRY. Your brain just won't let you. They really cannot help what they are, how they behave, and what they are attracted to, and you just want to take the skinboat to tuna town. Yet after wasting countless days studying gynocentric sex manuals you have discovered the truth that YOUR pleasure is all that really matters, not hers.

I know WHY I am failing. But HOW the fuck do I spin this muhfuqqin baseball cap around so it's pointed in the right direction?

Law 36 is the key. But this isn't a magic key. In this circumstance, it's just an ordinary key. In this circumstance, it only works on the correct lock, just like any other key would. What, you were expecting a miracle?

Disdain is defined as "to regard as beneath consideration, to treat with contempt, disrespect, scorn, disinterest, and unimportance." "Hate" in a nutshell, according to the political correctness sensitivity police.

If you are unattractive and treat women with such disdain, you'll get mixed results and quite probably some White Knights sent your way. You might get "lucky." But here at Dorimant Sugarfree Industries, we aren't interested in luck. We are interested in SKILL.

So which is the correct lock? What should I hate to maximize my sexual success? Read carefully over the following questions and you will probably find yourself realizing that, while you may have never asked these questions to yourself, you HAVE found yourself placing this contempt accordingly.

Should I hate women? No.

Should I hate girls? No.

Should I hate a particular girl I have targeted for insemination? No.

Should I hate females of any species? No.

Should I hate myself? No.

Should I hate the world? No.

Should I hate the cosmos? No.

Should I hate the media? No.

Should I hate porn? No.

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Hmmm, what else is there?

Ah that's right, sex.

Should I ha— ... wait a moment.

What has made me sheepish or anxious around girls? Sex.

What has made me behave so foolishly so many times, even when girls aren't around? Sex.

What has made me dress like shit? Sex.

What has made me babble on and on about tiresome, uninteresting things? Sex.

What has distracted me from my passions, hobbies, and work? Sex.

What has caused me to make stupid, irrational decisions? Sex.

Why can't I think clearly? Sex.

What has consumed me with desire, as if nothing else mattered? Sex.

I'm not religious in the slightest but seriously, how can I NOT hate sex?

One of my cum receptacles asked me to "hatefuck" her. I thought that meant "slam my vadge harder you fucking pussy," and so I did. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't enough. After I fired off a few rounds, she still hadn't orgasmed herself and insisted that I finish her off. Fun for both of us of course, but anti-climactic and an obvious power play on her part.

What I realized almost immediately is that in order to get even reasonably good sex, I have to HATE it. Even when my dick is inside her. Oh do I HATE it when THAT happens.

But there's more to it than that.

After a month or so of this vibe, I've found myself appreciating myself a lot more. I've accomplished more in this past month than I have all year. And when girls have looked at me I just grunt at them and go about my business.

The deck may be stacked against men, but sex is the ONE card that women can play. Hate sex and they lose ALL of their power.

If you want to try an interesting social experiment, try responding to an IOI with a straight-up, deadpan "no thanks, I hate sex." Say it right to her face. Mean it. Walk away.

Take a good, hard look at yourself and your surroundings. You won't have to go very far to find the reasons to hate sex. And they will reveal themselves abundantly to you if you choose to see them.

Women are slaves to their emotions.

Men are slaves to sex.

We don't like to admit that to ourselves, but it's instinctively a male imperative to spread our seed far and wide, preferably with high quality women. In the interest of being attractive, we try to resist or replace those urges, but there's always a little bit of struggle there. We are never truly free. We always desire it and having it in all of the ways that we truly desire eludes us. It is only reasonable to disdain our chains. And we must do exactly that in order to even see them.

You'll know you're doing it right when it's not a matter of becoming celibate or asexual. It's not about /r/NoFap. It's not about MGTOW. It's not about going on an anti-porn / anti-sex / anti-woman crusade. It's not about holing up in your bedroom and being bitter, jaded, defeated, and weak. It's about putting that misplaced and misguided rage you have inside of you where it belongs.

Society will do everything it can to change your mind. And thanks to mass media and advertising, it is rare that you will hear otherwise. But money, power, and most importantly SEX just do not matter at all.

Feminists have hated sex for decades and they've gotten laid more than me.

They've done all the hard work of ruining it for just about everyone.

I never thought I would say this, but thanks!

Sex is the worst thing ever.