I don’t reddit much, and I’m not a part of any online community really. What brings me here lately is hearing more and more retarded things from the mouths of feminists and subsequently seeing mainstream journalism—and educated people in general—taking it as gospel. There’s a new church and Lena Dunham is the pope. Coming here makes me feel less alone, less like the only sane person remaining. So thanks for that.

Though my interest is mostly political or philosophical, I can’t help but notice the sexual strategy aspect of this group. This is something I’ve always been good at, a passion of mine, but something I haven’t really analyzed deeply before now.

I recently read The Game by Neil Strauss and while it was kind of a fun read, I had a lot of trouble relating to the characters. I was fascinated by how complicated everything was made out to be, all these artificial techniques to try and mimic sexually successful men. It really put things in perspective; I had never really thought deeply about the struggle faced by some guys. My heart kind of goes out, especially in the face of the intense categorical demonization they are undergoing at the hands of liberals. It makes me want to help, if I can.

One thing I like about the Red Pill ideology is that it doesn’t seem to be about pickup lines or wearing goggles; it’s about a philosophical understanding of the nature of women and men. I feel like a lot of it is more relatable to my own life and beliefs.

My interest in women is intense; it’s probably my number one in life. I’m hypersexual, and kinky, and I love building devotion in women, seeing the evolution of her attitude towards me go from indifference (or even better, negative feelings) to interest to devotion. I think some guys like their boat or their job the most. For me, it’s sex. I love becoming the main source of happiness in a woman’s life, and being in charge of what she feels physically. Seeing how much pleasure she can take, and how much power she will give up. It’s this intense interest that I believe has led to my unnatural success. I’ve spent years building my intuition because it’s my obsession.

I would write a guide or something, but I don’t have time. My schedule is literally plotted out in 15 minute increments for weeks at a time. But I still want to help. So I’ll take some questions. It’s unlikely that I can turn you into me (and I wouldn’t want the competition), but you don’t have to have my results to be a happy, well-adjusted man with positive self-esteem. Which is all I’m aiming for.

Some Notes About Me

For context, you should understand that I live a truly charmed life.

I’m a multimillionaire. I dropped out of law school halfway through to start my own company (hardest and best decision I ever made), of which I’m currently the CEO and 51% owner, and I’ve also received a lot of money from my parents over the years. They recently came into a lot of land, sold it off, and I’ve been managing the proceeds of that for a while, taking a management fee. I’ve authored some pretty successful books under a few different pseudonymns.

I’m pretty good looking in the face, though there are some things I’m not happy with that I’m probably going to get fixed. My nose is a little crooked from when I was a kid and took a line-drive to the face. My chin is kind of weak, and I think I’m going to get my jaw adjusted to correct that. Supposedly it will open up my airway more too, which could be nice. My eyes, cheekbones, and lips are top notch though, I’ll be keeping those just how they are.

I’m six foot even and 220 pounds. I started out very lean when I was younger but not very muscular, now I’ve put on a ton of muscle but I’m not very lean. I hadn’t seen my abs in several years, but I’m leaning out now. I’m excited to be both big and lean, but it fucking sucks. I love to eat, especially when lifting heavy. As far as I can tell, girls have preferred me in this order, worst to best:

lean/skinny < big with extra around the middle < big and lean

I’ve heard a lot of people say that it’s better to be lean and small than fat and muscular, but I found the opposite to be the case for me. (Not talking fat fat, just couldn’t see my abs.)

I have a large penis. (Pro tip: getting lean makes it even longer.) It really depends on the girl, but in general I would say this has been an advantage. Girls who like it, really like it. For girls like that it’s like a cheat code. But honestly some girls avoid frequent penetration or only want me to go slow. My favorite is pounding hard and deep from behind, so it can be a challenge sometimes. (Although sometimes if she’s been throwing bitchy attitude at me all day I have to confess nothing turns me on more than making her gasp and sweat and hurt a little…) Anal is still on the table with most girls, don’t listen to what the others tell you. So it can suck sometimes, but overall I’d rather have it be big than not be big. I used to be embarrassed when people could see my bulge, and I’d wear tight boxer-briefs and I hated them. Now I go commando every day without fail, in very thin dress pants (my favorite is soft linen), because it’s fucking comfortable and people should feel lucky to see the outline of my dick.

I test well, supposedly I’m genius or just below. For law or pre-law kids, I scored a 178 on the LSAT and I consider that fucking embarrassing. I suspect it was all the drinking in undergrad (alcohol poisoning three times). So I’m smart, but not as smart as I used to be and there are many guys smarter than me. In some ways, this made developing skills with women much more difficult because I have some difficulty relating sometimes. Still do I guess.

I have no idea how many women I’ve fucked. I remember once in college I thought it was funny to point out that I had slept with one girl for every year I had been alive. (Nobody laughed, just thought I was a jerk bragging, learn from my mistake, never reveal your number, if you know it.) I was probably 20 then, I’m 30 now. So a few. But I’ve been focusing a lot more on quality than quantity the past few years. Number doesn’t matter that much, don’t focus on your number. Focus on the quality of your experiences, and having access to more when you want them.

To give you an idea of what they tend to look like, I see that you guys tend to use a number scale from 1 to 10, with a number greater than 10 to signify extra special girls. It doesn’t really make sense at my level because they are all just 10+ or friend-zoned. If I talk about a girl I’ve fucked in the last five or six years, just assume she’s a 10 or above. I don’t judge if you have a wider range, I just get pickier as I get older.

Alright so I’m probably more fortunate than most guys, across the board, and many of you will use that as an excuse for my success with women. It makes your past failures easier to swallow if you think the game is rigged. But read the following very carefully, it might be the most important part of this entire post.

I personally know many guys who are far richer, smarter, better looking, ripped, etc. (not sure about penis size?) than me who suck with women. I’m actually one of the poorest guys in my circle of friends. Some of these guys are over halfway to a B already in their mid-30s. I have fucked their ex-girlfriends, one of which admitted upfront to breaking up with him so that I would fuck her, knowing upfront that I didn’t want an LTR with her, taking a huge downgrade in standard of living. (She tried to hook up with me prior to breaking up with him and I told her I wouldn’t fuck her unless she broke off her engagement. I have a rule about not fucking cheaters.) She hangs out with me a lot now, but she had to get a job. I think she’s still trying to LTR me, but it’s not happening, and she has to know that by now. Anyway. Obviously there has to be something more than money or looks going on here. If I can help you figure out what that is, I’ll give it a shot, but I still don’t have it nailed down myself.

Last, some of you are going to say something like “you’re just a loser who lives in his mom’s basement making this shit up, stfu, blah blah.” Look, I’m a stranger on the internet. Believe me or don’t believe me, your choice, just like with all the other strangers on the internet. But I’ll say it just once: The above is non-fiction. Guys like me really exist. (Guys better than me really exist.) The quicker you deal with that fact, the quicker you can get on the road to improving yourself and becoming a guy like me. Making all this up and posting it here would be beyond pointless, an utter waste of my time. I’ll help the people who are respectful and interested.