So You Want to Date an Anti-feminist
Pick up artists and MGTOWs and redpillians, oh my!
All in favor of sex across political and ideological lines, say aye!
How are we going to heal the rifts of the modern world if we don’t sometimes stroke the genitals of our enemies? Bumping uglies can remind us that under all the bullshit, we’re human and we need to be loved.
It’s how the bonobos do it, after all.
Life is short — I say grab every good (and safe) orgasm that you can!
But please, please, for the love of all that’s holy, don’t attempt a real relationship with an anti-feminist.
But he cherishes my femininity!
I’ve read a couple of essays here lately that talk about how it feels to be loved — even temporarily — by one of these men.
Girl, I feel you!
I believe that many branches of anti-feminism are attempting to approximate, or at least create the illusion of real masculinity, and sometimes they get close and it’s beautiful.
Real masculinity is glorious. But real masculinity isn’t laced with hatred and anger toward women.
