Why I Choose MGTOW

They say MGTOW men are just losers who can't get a woman.

As for me, I could get plenty. The problem was surviving them.

I had a girlfriend who got pregnant. I thought the child was mine. I slowed down my college, took two jobs, bought everything a baby would need. When the baby was born, both parents were white, but the child was black. She blamed me for "not being there for her." I walked away, telling myself, "Not all girls are like that," and moved on.

The next girlfriend got pregnant early despite my caution. She was six months pregnant when I had only known her for five. Back then there were no DNA tests. A blood test at birth proved I wasn't the father. She blamed me for "not being able to control her." I moved on.

The third time, I chose carefully. She got pregnant. The timeline fit. Then I got a call from another man saying I was interfering with "his girl." We met for coffee. She had been playing us both. I paid $1,800 for a DNA test that proved I wasn't the father. She blamed me for her cheating. I moved on.

The fourth time, I got sued for child support by a woman I had never touched. She put my name on her kid's birth certificate. The state of New York came after me. The case fell apart when it turned out I was just the second fake father she had listed. I moved on.

One day I ran into an ex. She called only to tell me she aborted my baby because I "wasn't making enough money." She tried to put that guilt on me. I moved on.

By then I kept women at arm's length. Pump and dump. No addresses, no job details. Even so, one woman told her friends I raped her. Another did the same. Both were lying.

I had girlfriends who told me their stepfathers had been sleeping with them since they were teens. I had girlfriends' mothers and aunts try to sleep with me. When I refused, they convinced their daughters to dump me. I had girlfriends who lied about being pregnant. Two were married and "forgot" to mention it. One told me she had herpes like it was a joke.

I finally got married. Her family was good. I thought this was it. Weeks after the wedding, she told me she couldn't have children. I accepted it. Three weeks before Christmas, just before our third anniversary, she left for her new boyfriend. A week before leaving, she claimed the first time we had sex, I raped her. She married me after that, but still blamed me.

When I packed her things, I found birth control pills hidden in her closet. A year later, she had a baby with the man she left me for. She stole $250,000 from me and racked up $80,000 in debt under my name. Lawyers told me there was nothing I could do.

That was 19 years ago. I'm 55 now. I spent 22 years chasing women and 19 years living without one. I would never trade the life I have now to go back to that hell.

Since my divorce, 15 women have proposed marriage to me. I said no to every one of them. When they ask why, I tell them these stories. They all say the same things:

1. "You picked the wrong women."

2. "Not all girls are like that."

I used to believe that. I don't anymore.

Lorena Bobbitt the Pride of the Modern Woman

Amazon Prime has a new series called Lorena, digging up the John Wayne and Lorena Bobbitt case from the 1990s. For those who forgot, she is the woman who cut off her husband’s penis while he was asleep.

In the trailer, a voice asks, “What did he do to make her do something like that?” The answer they give is abuse. They claim he pushed and shoved her. Yet nobody ever asked, “What did she do to make him do something like that?” That question never gets asked when the victim is a man.

I do not advocate violence of any kind. Nobody should hit anyone. Male, female, or any of the ten thousand genders that activists have invented and the rest of us have yet to hear about.

Back then, I remember clearly how sick it was to watch women cheering for Lorena without knowing the facts. She toured the country for years afterward, giving speeches on “domestic violence” and getting standing ovations. She even went on Steve Harvey’s show and got the same treatment. Apparently, mutilating your sleeping husband is a ticket to fame, applause, and a platform. Makes you wonder if she was handing out advice on how to become a domestic abuser.

Her claims? That her husband cheated on her, had a drug and alcohol problem, and hit her. Even if that were true, if she feared for her life, why did she wait for him to come home from work? Why not leave? Why not call the police?

John Wayne Bobbitt worked three jobs. Two of them required periodic drug testing. Does anyone really believe a man working three jobs had the money, time, or energy to live the life she accused him of? He says Lorena used to hit him and mock his earnings. That never made the headlines.

But society’s conclusion was simple: it is never a woman’s fault. He “made” her do it.

Lunch With My Sister

I had a late lunch with my liberal, leftist, Democrat sister. Three kids from three different men. She lives in NYC public housing on government money. Three child support checks, subsidized rent, free gas and electricity, food stamps, and welfare. She sublet one bedroom for market rate cash while working an off the books job. Now that her kids are grown, she bought a waterfront house in cash while still keeping her subsidized apartment.

She calls Trump a racist who is using the presidency to make himself richer. She never questions the $149 million Hillary Clinton made as Secretary of State or the $31 million in four mansions she owns. She condemns Trump for ending the war in Syria while worshipping Obama, who campaigned on ending wars yet started twelve, including the very one Trump ended. And Obama got a Nobel Peace Prize before he even had two months in office.

The truth is simple, she wants to protect her current husband, the government. That is her provider now.

During our talk, I said every woman hates her husband. She snapped back, “I never hated any of my husbands, I just knew it was time for them to leave.” Translation, she discarded them when they no longer served her.

Women Wants a Man to Be Her Personal Servant

Women think that a man's job is to

1. Seek them out

2. Pursue them even though they reject them at every stage. If you are worthy in her mind you should keep pursuing even while she tells you to stop. If you are not worthy in her mind watch out

3. Impress them

4. Wine and dine them

5. Find what makes her happy and do it constantly because she will refuse to take any action for her own happiness

6. Be richer than all of her previous boyfriends

7. Satisfy her in bed better than all other men she has been with. She will give you not a single clue about what she wants or enjoys

8. Be her provider and cover all her wants needs and desires when she wants them and how she wants them no matter the cost

9. Protect her even if she puts you in harm's way deliberately just to see how you perform

10. Act jealous but not too jealous. It must always be to her liking and she will flirt with others just to see how you react. Perform to her liking again

11. Do all the above or she will not see you again but she will still treat you like a wimp if you do everything she expects

Fuck all that

1. If you want me to protect you with my life then show me that you are worth my time and worth me dying over

2. If you want a King in your life then do not expect me to be your servant. Kings are obeyed and servants get stepped on

3. What can you do for me that I cannot do or pay for myself

4. Are you worth my time effort energy and resources or will you add to my workload. I like driving nice cars and high maintenance cars get left on the side of the road

Today's Woman in a Nutshell

Women today demand on a level that has no precedent. Their wants, needs, and desires are so inflated they exist only in fantasy. It is not enough for a man to like them. It is not enough for him to love them. She wants a version of love so grand it has never existed in her life or anyone else’s. She wants her man obsessed with her, proving it every moment of every day under any condition. She will test him relentlessly. Her definition of unconditional love is this: “Love me even after I’ve kicked you in the balls.”

Explain to her that real love is forged over years, not found in some instant mix, and she will accuse you of trying to escape your “duty” to love her and pass all her tests. At that point she will placate you, keep you on the hook, and quietly scan the horizon for her next man to start the process over again.

She will pile on more demands for her “performing monkey” but never give direct instructions. She will only drop hints. The same woman who parrots the line “communication is key” will be the very one who sabotages it by speaking in riddles.

To her, you are just a resource, a temporary branch to cling to while she searches for the next one. Replacing you is effortless. All she needs to do is spin a one-sided sob story about your “abuse” and the new man will believe it without question. He will puff himself up as her savior while she revels in his blind protection.

When she finally finds a man who can decipher her unspoken demands and contort himself to meet them all, she will squeeze him dry just like the last. The only difference is he will think he’s special, until she decides he’s not.

Why so Many "Strong Independent Women" Are Single

They asked me why so many "strong" women are single. My answer was simple.

1. Women marry up. Always. Stronger, faster, richer, taller. They measure a man against every competitor and against themselves. When the numbers stop impressing them, they leave.

2. They are dominant and domineering, especially toward their men. That is not feminine. Weak men tolerate it. Strong men walk away without looking back.

3. They aren't searching for a partner. They're hunting for a competitor. They don't know how to stop competing.

4. The women who scream the loudest about being strong are usually the weakest. They have to broadcast it nonstop because deep down they know it's a façade.

5. They define themselves by strength and expect a stronger man to engage in the same endless displays. They can't handle a man who doesn't need to prove himself.

6. They look for a man stronger than their own subjective definition of strength, assuming he will match their energy but with more stamina and better results.

7. They secretly want a man to put them "in their place," yet they will never admit such a place exists. This makes them weaker, not stronger, and they can't see it.

The Single Female Test

For those still chasing "Miss Right," here's an impassable test that will expose her before she wastes your time.

Ask her:

1. How many successful relationships have you had?

• The correct answer is zero. If she claims otherwise, ask why it ended if it was so "successful." Did she hit her goal and leave? If she's over 25 and still single, why can't she keep a man?

2. Are you looking for a provider?

• If she says yes, ask who's providing for her right now. Then press for specifics, what provisions does she expect? Get her to define her shopping list.

3. Why did your last relationship end?

• Whatever she says, hold it against her.

• "We didn't get along" ? Why can't you get along with people?

• "We weren't right for each other" ? Then why did you start dating him?

• "He cheated / lied / was a drug addict" ? "Sounds like you love bad boys and have terrible judgment. That's on you."

4. He was abusive

• Tell her there are thousands of men who will never hit a woman, yet she found the one who would. Either she has a talent for picking abusers, or she did something to provoke it. Violence doesn't just drop from the sky.

5. He always did what I told him

• Ask why she told him to do things she didn't actually want him to do. If she admits to it, she's manipulative. If she denies it, she's lying.

This isn't just a test for her, it's a test for you to see if you have the spine to walk away the moment you see the truth.

And You Want to Date a Single Mom

From childhood to my twilight years, I’ve heard young girls whisper to their friends about how “hot” their stepdad is.

...And you still want to date a single mom.

I’ve heard young girls boast, mostly lies, about sleeping with their stepdad.

...And you still want to date a single mom.

For decades I’ve heard stories of girls accusing their stepdad of molestation.

...And you still want to date a single mom.

When your single mom girlfriend wants to punish you for refusing to marry her, she can accuse you of molesting her daughter.

...And you still want to date a single mom.

Turn down a woman’s sexual advances and she will lash out in ways you never imagined. Her daughter will do the same.

...And you still want to date a single mom.

Wisdom From a 76-year-old Pastor and Marriage Counselor

I spoke to a 76-year-old man who had been a minister and marriage counselor for 45 years. He told me that during his first 12 years of counseling, he believed the men were the problem in every case. Then one day he changed his approach. He began every first session by asking, “How is your relationship with your spouse?” He would ask the husband first, then the wife.

What he discovered was eye-opening. The husbands almost always answered, “Everything is fine.” The wives, on the other hand, would unload a laundry list of every fault they could pin on their husbands, including things neither of them could control.

He noticed how often the wives used the word “enough” in their complaints: “He doesn’t love me enough.” “He doesn’t spend enough time with the kids.” “He doesn’t give me enough attention.”

When he asked, “What is enough?” the answer was almost always, “More than he is doing now.” When he pressed them for a solution, the majority answered, “Divorce.”

Think about that. To them, the solution to “not enough time with the kids” was to permanently remove the father from the home.

The Diminishing Price of a Woman

I remember in the 1970s a documentary on prostitution in New York City. The women said they charged $100 an hour.

In the 1980s when I was working the nightclub scene in New York, the rate was still $100 an hour.

By the late 1990s, a friend told me he was paying $70 to $80 an hour.

In August 2019, a man told me the going rate was about $50 an hour.

At first glance you might think the price has dropped $50 in 50 years, but you’d be wrong. Adjusted for inflation, $100 in the 1970s equals $661 today. That is a 92% drop in value.

Factor in supply and demand and the picture is even clearer, back then, women selling sex were scarce, which drove the price up. Today, there are so many of them willing to sell it that the price has collapsed. What does that tell you about the women of today?

It's Always a Man's Fault

• When a woman hits a man, the man is wrong. She must have had a reason.

• When a man hits a woman, he is wrong and he goes to jail.

• When a man divorces a woman, he is wrong and he will pay.

• When a woman divorces a man and takes his kids, he must have done something wrong and he must pay.

• When a man cheats on a woman, she will leave him and he must pay.

• When a woman cheats and brings another man's child into a man's life, he is expected to be understanding.

If a woman sues for divorce and takes everything a man has worked for his entire life, leaving him to rent an apartment and ride the bus, he is labeled as no good.

5 Kids From 5 Restaurant Owners

I remember a woman trying to introduce me to a “good girl,” a “nice girl” who was asking about me. When I learned she was talking about her niece, I asked her son about his cousin. His warning was blunt, stay away. It wasn’t the usual brotherly protection. He told me his cousin had five kids from five different restaurant owners, had been divorced twice, and had no children from either marriage. She was also a chronic dominator who felt the need to control anyone she could.

I never went back to my friend’s mom’s place after that. We still went out sometimes, but I avoided her house. His cousin was in the middle of breaking up with the latest father of her latest child and moving back in with her mother. Dependency on repeat.

Over time, my friend told me more. She was pregnant with restaurant owner #1 while still married to husband #1. That ended quickly and divorce #1 was done. Husband #2 cucked his way in, but she got pregnant again with restaurant owner #2, and divorce #2 followed.

When meeting the next three restaurant owners, she hid the fact that she even had children. In her teens, she’d had two abortions. She’d collected a list of STDs. She’d been with drug addicts and even one man in prison.

If this is what passes for a “good girl” and a “nice girl,” I have no interest in finding out what a bad girl looks like.

She's in College for Pre-wed

Back in 2003, I met a girl at a Starbucks in Manhattan. We talked for hours until I got hungry. I offered to buy her soup at an upscale Chinese soup place across the street. She was a Columbia University student, so I knew she didn’t have money for it.

At the restaurant, she almost immediately told me why she chose Columbia. She was looking for a rich man to “take care of her.” I didn’t flinch. I already knew exactly what that meant.

“Take care of me” is code for this, she will do absolutely nothing in exchange for the provisions she demands. She expects you to fund every want, need, and desire, exactly when, where, and how she wants it, without a shred of reciprocation. If you fail to deliver on her ridiculous fantasies, her punishment is a scorched-earth divorce that strips you bare.

I finished my meal, paid the bill, and we left. Outside, I shook her hand and wished her well. As I started to walk away, she looked shocked and asked why I wasn’t asking for her number. I told her, “I’m not rich, but there are plenty of guys out there who are far more financially gifted than I am.” Then I walked away without looking back.

When My Wife Walked Out on Me

When my wife walked out, she didn't waste a second before shacking up with her new simp. The bed wasn't even cold before she was in his.

When word got out, the interrogation started. • You must have done something wrong for her to leave you,

• What did you do to her to make her leave,

• She must have had a reason,

• You picked the wrong woman,

• Maybe you couldn't satisfy her,

• Maybe you couldn't make her happy,

• You hate women,

Every question carried the same assumption, that if a woman leaves, the man is automatically guilty. Her decision is never questioned, her motives are never challenged, you are guilty by default.

The twisted part was how quickly every lonely, bitter, or bored woman in my orbit came sniffing around. Single moms, divorced wrecks, even married women with unmet needs, all suddenly "available."

The married ones were the worst. When I refused their game, they ran back to their husbands claiming I came on to them. The single moms and divorcées spread rumors about me the second I turned them down.

I had young girls whispering that their mothers liked me. One told me her daughter, a walking cautionary tale with five kids from five different restaurant owners, was asking about me. That daughter still had a doormat boyfriend who could never pass mommy's inspection.

Refuse a woman and the claws come out. Suddenly you are gay. You are defective. One told me I should try a gay dating site. When I nearly exploded at her disrespect, she smirked and said, "You are angry… maybe that's why your wife left you." That is how they operate, bait you, provoke you, and then use your reaction as proof.

At work it was the same circus. Women I barely knew were spreading stories about why my wife left, inventing details out of thin air. It was a nonstop smear campaign mixed with inappropriate advances. A bizarro world where rejecting a woman made you a villain, and being targeted by one made you guilty.

Eventually I stopped telling anyone I was divorced. Not because I was ashamed, but because I was done giving women more ammunition to twist into whatever fantasy or accusation served them that week.

So I will ask, has your post-divorce battlefield looked like mine, or were you spared the full circus?

Stupid Shit That Only Women Say:

• He didn't give me enough attention,

• I'm high maintenance,

• He couldn't handle me,

• He is too nice,

• He wasn't man enough,

• I'm worth it,

• He didn't make me happy,

• I'm picky,

• There must be a reason,

• I'm bored,

• He made me angry,

• He let me manipulate him,

• I want someone that will take care of me,

• He's afraid of commitments,

• I don't love him anymore,

• I'm highly educated,

• I'm a strong independent woman,

• I knew I would divorce him once I found someone better,

• You hate women,

I Need to Put This on Record

They say I do not know women. They say I am jaded because of one divorce. They could not be more wrong.

I have had more girlfriends than I care to admit. I never cheated on any of them, yet I was accused multiple times. I never hit a woman I was with. The few I have hit were strangers and it was self-defense.

By the time I was sixteen, I had three affairs with my high school teachers. At the time, I thought it was pathetic because no girl my age wanted me and I was stuck with women in their late twenties, which to a sixteen year old was ancient.

Three women claimed I got them pregnant. One was cleared with an old school paternity test in the 1980s. One was cleared by racial reality, I am not Black and neither was she, yet the child was. One was cleared with DNA.

Rumors spread that one girlfriend had an abortion and said it was mine. Another told me outright she aborted my child. One woman even put my name on a birth certificate when I had never touched her or even known her last name. The family court case died after they found she had petitioned the Board of Health multiple times to change the father’s name to different men.

Four girlfriends had single mothers who openly hit on me. When I refused, each one told their daughter I hit on them. Four to six of my friends’ girlfriends made advances on me. I turned them down and lost the friends. One girlfriend’s aunt hit on me, I said no, and that was that.

Two of my exes were secretly married. I found out later. I dated two single mothers. Both were disasters. Four exes told me they had affairs with their stepfathers. That is why I say never date a single mother with a daughter.

Three women accused me of rape, never formally, including my ex wife who claimed, two weeks before serving me divorce papers, that our first time together before marriage was rape. If you believe that, then you believe I raped her and then she married me.

I dated a famous 1970s singer when I was twenty two and she was thirty eight. I was involved with a rock star when she was in high school and I was in college. I dated an actress whose parents were both famous. I was with a woman who was the unspoken love child of a New York Attorney General who later became mayor and ran for president in 2008. I dated a Victoria’s Secret model. I dated a woman worth $40 million who dumped me because I could not keep up with her vacation schedule.

Between 2011 and 2014, fourteen women asked me to marry them. Ten admitted they wanted green cards. Three did not admit it. The last one was crazy. I was fifty three at the time.

In the 1980s I worked for a famous New York club promoter at Studio 54, Tracks, Xenon, The Red Parrot, The Underground, The Palladium, and others. I had a public access TV show filmed in these clubs. I had my pick of women. Two girlfriends were great but returned to Germany. Maybe they were the ones who got away.

My mother was a single mom by 1967. She and my sister tried to dominate me at every turn. I met my father at fourteen and grew to like him when I reunited with him at forty eight. My sister had three kids from three men and destroyed every man in her path.

I ran my own escort service while working an office job, with three girls going out one or two nights a week, five to six days a week. I worked as a phone psychic for two and a half years, taking twenty to thirty calls a day, seven days a week. Ninety five percent of the callers were women asking if one man loved them while they planned to leave another.

This is not jaded from one woman. This is decades of firsthand knowledge of who women are when the mask comes off.

My Life as a Phone Psychic #8

Most of my callers were women complaining about their income source, their husband or boyfriend, while working on securing a new one who was still married or already in a committed relationship. They would tell me their man did not live up to the fantasy in their head. I would tell them every time there are two men in their lives, one they want to bring in, the other they want to push out. I could tell them this before they even spoke. They were that predictable.

Day after day it was a conveyor belt of women spilling the things they could not tell their clergy, friends, family, or even their psychiatrists. No wonder I pegged them before they said a word.

They never saw their actions as cheating. I would point out how hard they were working to get a married man to commit to them, a man who was already committed to someone else. I even praised their effort, telling them they were going above and beyond what they would ever do for that man if they already had him, just to pry him away from the woman he was with.

They were always frustrated that their effort did not pay off. They were chained to a man they hated, while chasing another man already spoken for, and both dependencies fed each other. They refused to let go of the first until the second was locked in place. They walked a tightrope, holding one in place while seducing the other, never risking a jump until the new branch could hold their full weight.

This is monkey branching in its purest form.

My Life as a Phone Psychic #7

Back in 2004, I got a call from a woman. After giving her my usual shtick, she asked me, “When is my Johnny coming back to me?”

To stretch the call at $6.99 a minute, I asked for Johnny’s date of birth and the last time she was intimate with him, so my spirit guide could “contact” his spirit.

She said, “June 23, 1972.”

Thinking that was his birth date, I asked again when she was last intimate with him. She said, “1972.”

I had to stop her and get this straight. She told me she met Johnny after a concert he played in 1972. She slept with him the same night. He tried to leave. She refused to let him go.

She chased him to every local concert. He didn’t care. She moved into the same gated community. She followed him to gigs. Johnny had to give security her photo before every show so they could keep her away.

Years passed. He got married. She didn’t take the hint. She stalked him to Upstate New York, then to New Jersey. She married another man just to make Johnny jealous. When Johnny had kids, she got pregnant to get his attention.

Multiple protection orders later, she was still on his trail.

By 2004, she was divorced. She spent weekends in her ex husband’s parents’ basement and weekdays at his place. Her eleven year old daughter preferred living with her father. She never kept a job for long. Johnny still had to renew protection orders one after another.

Johnny was still in a band, touring Europe and the United States. Still married, three kids, fourteen years with the same wife.

And she was still waiting for her “Johnny” to come back.

Do you still think a side piece is worth it?

My Life as a Phone Psychic #6

My friend and I were phone psychics, and we had a lot of fun swapping stories about our callers. Sometimes his clients would call me, and sometimes mine would call him. One day he stumbled on something big. He told a woman who wanted to leave her husband that her husband had forced her to marry him. She broke down crying and admitted she had never told anyone that before, claiming she was too ashamed.

He started using that line in his readings, and before long he discovered that almost every woman would agree. It was so insane that I started using it too. I told women their husband forced them into marriage, and many cried as they agreed, calling back even more often.

Whenever I told women not to leave their husbands, they hung up. They did not want a psychic, they wanted someone to hand them a story that made them innocent and made them the victim, every single time.

fter six months, I had a thirty minute monologue locked in for any new caller, delivered before they even asked a question. The website feedback was always the same:

“This man is very in tuned with me. He told me things I never told a soul. Right off the bat his readings were accurate and he never even asked me my date of birth. Highly recommend.”

My Life as a Phone Psychic #5

At first, I laughed at my friend when he suggested I should work as a phone psychic. That laughter died quickly when I realized more than ninety percent of my callers were painfully predictable.

1. They were almost always women or gay men,

2. They lived off one man, a husband or boyfriend, pretending to like him while convincing themselves they were not wrong for doing it,

3. They almost always had a second, third, or even fourth man in their sights who they wished to live off instead,

4. They always asked, "Does he love me?", "Will he commit to me?" or "When will he commit to me or love me?",

5. They almost always decided you were a great psychic if you encouraged them to leave the man they were with for the man they wanted,

Wash, rinse, repeat.