Mental Health and Politics

It seems that every day and every week there is some new disaster, some new reason to despair at the world and the state of it. Being informed these days is like plugging yourself into an electric chair and attempting to endure the pain of the consistent electric shocks. I have my own issues and my own life to fix and often I am my own worse enemy, but I wanted to talk more about my own feelings and my own thoughts about the world today. Often, when a male decides to talk about his emotions, it is seen as … Continue reading Mental Health and Politics

Dias de los Muertos Sabado (second draft)

I am writing this in order to warn anybody who will listen. I know people will automatically assume I am a cuck or that I am someone who has turned my back on what makes the red pill community what it is but I don’t care. Even if there is only the slightest chance someone might heed this warning, it is necessary. I find it ironic that for all of my bluster and anger it took me until my life was in danger to figure out my mistakes. Like you all, I was a member of the red pill community. … Continue reading Dias de los Muertos Sabado (second draft)

Masculinity in the age of incel

I am a single nearly 30 year old man who has yet to figure out everything I need to about how to get by in the world. Seeing my friends get married and have children can sometimes be happy and sad at the same time. I think that sometimes we put unrealistic expectations and timetables on ourselves and can be our own worst critics. I always had difficulty making friends and would always be more concerned about my social life than academic work in school. But there was no reason I couldn’t do both. I had difficult doing two things … Continue reading Masculinity in the age of incel

Dias de los Muertos: Sabado (Complete)

  I am writing this in order to warn anybody who will listen. I know people will automatically assume I am a cuck or that I am someone who has turned my back on what makes the red pill community what it is but I don’t care. Even if there is only the slightest chance someone might heed this warning, it is necessary. I find it ironic that for all of my bluster and anger it took me until my life was in danger to figure out my mistakes. Like you all, I was a member of the red pill … Continue reading Dias de los Muertos: Sabado (Complete)

Dias de los Muertos: Sabado finale

The library in my dream was even colder this time, if that is possible. This time the masked figure was waiting for me. I didn’t even try to escape this time. The figure gestured at me and I felt magnetically attracted to following it. We winded down corridors and eventually found ourselves in a massive chamber. It had a stained glass sealing with hieroglyphs and runes. It was almost comical, because they really didn’t mixed well. The walls also had carvings of chickens with multiple beaks. The word cuck was inscribed in the wall. The masked figure sniggered derisively. I … Continue reading Dias de los Muertos: Sabado finale

You matter

I don’t know you but I don’t need to. You matter No matter how many times you fuck up You matter In your darkest hour, You Matter When you are on the top of the world You matter When you feel alone You Matter When you are lying alone You matter I want you to know that you never alone. For those who struggle with anxiety and who toil under the weight of depression. Mental health issues are not your fault. I have struggled and so have you. We are human, you and I. Be kinder to yourself and remember … Continue reading You matter