Why are men such slaves to their libidos? - Seriously, I need answers

They'd neg. They'd fuss about her not being a 9 or a 10 or her ass being flat having a zit or some other petty shit about appearance. They'd cry about her being a used up roastie. They'd say she just wants your nonexistant money. They'd cry about her being annoying, the list goes on...
Have you considered that men out there in the real world generally don't behave like /r9k/ posters? Turn your screen off for a second and observe a bit of real life, it sounds like you're losing touch with reality.
 
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Have you considered that men out there in the real world generally don't behave like /r9k/ posters? Turn your screen off for a second and observe a bit of real life, it sounds like you're losing touch with reality.
Admittedly, I am very out of touch with dating world.
 
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Why do men feel the need to tell everyone what they get off to?
The intended audience is other men. There is always competition between men to be seen as the sexual superior. In any and every way you can think of. Whether it be technique, stamina, dick size, number of women banged, superior taste in preferences (big boobs, small boobs, big butts, small butts, tall, smol beans, fat, skinny, whatever the preference may be)

So, again, and always, the answer is testosterone

Women, save yourselves time and realize the answer to all your questions about moids is always going to be testosterone
 
Oh I thought this is how men will always simp for woman [anything] because it's a woman.

Parasocial relationships are cringe. If you are parasocial with an online creator, kys unironically to make the world a better place.
 
I used to be a slave to my libido but then I learned if I just whip it out and jerk off wherever I am, I can get past it and go about my day as a normal heterosexual male who believes in age over 2 + 7 And goes to church.

The ladies at the old folks home always thank me for demonstrating my Marcus Aurelius level of sexual stoicism every time I beat the one-eyed-cyclops in front of them.
 
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