The New Modern Man

Stories From the Road: Won’t you help me, male utility object?

I’m back on the road truck driving. For those of you who are regular followers, you’ll know this is how I fund my adventures and I’m also working towards an early retirement abroad.

Here’s a story from the road I wrote in my journal this morning that I thought you might enjoy.

A white girl just asked me to spot her while she backed up her semi that she parked the wrong way. I thought about it for a minute, then all the shit they’ve talked about men for my entire lifetime flashed through my mind as well as the use and financial abuse they’ve leveled on not only me but countless friends of mine and my readership.

So, I told her no.

She immediately flew off the handle and walked away flustered waving her hands in the air. My day is already off to a good start.  I’m making them live the Don’t Need A Man™ mantra. Not your male utility object, babe.

I got some shits and giggles out of that one. She was probably about a 6 or 7 SMV. It was kind of surprising that she was out here driving. But, you know how things are today. Penis envy has gotten out of control and women try to be just like men instead of just like their more fruitful, happier grandmothers.

I also enjoy tormenting them when I see them working in menial jobs all over the country, telling them something like “It wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, was it?” in reference to their employment.

From moms to job slaves in a couple of generations. Social engineering as practiced by a sociopathic elite is powerful. And dangerous.

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Another practice camping session

I’m now making the final preparations to head out west for my nomadic motorcycle camping trip. Practice road trips on my bike and with my camping gear are helping me refine the process so things will go smoothly once I’m in the more isolated stretches of the country. They’re also helping me experiment with living off the grid and to prepare for future experimentation with workamping.

I started with a trip to the Gulf Coast the weekend before last. This past weekend, I made my way down to Choke Canyon State Park in South Texas for another practice camping session.

A cactus plant in bloom in South Texas

This time around, I was able to enjoy a tranquil lake, take in the sights and sounds of fowl and other wildlife, and got to see cactus plants in bloom. At night, some coyotes howled nearby before making their way off into the brush. The problems of the world seemed so far away. It was just me, a tent, and my bike. The natural world seems much more appealing to me than the artificial world most people never escape, and I’m already glad I’ve undertook this challenge. Hopefully, it will show men what they can accomplish with their newfound freedom once they become minimalists and/or MGTOWs.

I now have some saddlebags and a tail bag on the way for my bike. I could get by with just a large backpack and some tie-downs but the bags will give me extra flexibility. Namely, I want to bring along an air mattress. Sleeping on the ground just isn’t for me.

The trip will still have a minimalist flavor, though. I’ll be documenting the sights and sounds as well as my methods along the way.

P.S. I got to stop at a San Antonio strip club while I was in the area. I visited MGM Cabaret just outside the city limits. It’s the only nude, BYOB club in the area. I met quite a few (mostly overweight) chicks working there. I didn’t get any lap dances, because I hate the American strip club format (pay for an unrelieved erection – umm, no thanks) but I did get quite a few phone numbers. Strippers can be fun to hang out with.

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Good morning from the Gulf Coast! I’m back in ghosting mode as I return to the States for another work cycle. Meantime, the next month or two will be about enjoying time on the road before returning to the machine to earn some money. That will be followed by more adventures abroad.

While my official road trip won’t begin until next month, I decided to start prepping now. What better way to prep than getting “lost” with a road trip to a state park I’d never visited before about 500 miles away from home? One situated right by the Gulf of Mexico. I had never set up a tent before last night and had never driven so far (all at once) on my bike. There was a sense of accomplishment as I successfully pulled off both.

There’s something to be said about tent camping. I thoroughly enjoyed the simplicity, peace, and tranquility my first tent camping experience brought me. I hear birds chirping now as the sun comes up over the horizon.

Spring is already in full bloom here on the coast. I saw two rabbits scampering outside as I walked around, reminding me that life in the natural world goes on while life in the human world becomes bereft of pleasure – at least in this culture.

More to come.

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Being chased down the road by a hot black girl on a four-wheeler beats what I could have been doing today – licking the boot and preparing for another fake news installment

I had an interesting encounter with a sexy girl today.

It all started when I was out riding around on my motorcycle at one of the pristine beaches here on the Samaná Peninsula. There were fewer scantily clad women than usual taking dips in the Maui blue water, but I was in the mood for some love after throwing down a few Presidentes.

I looked around to see if I could find a hot one chat up. No such luck. So, I messaged one of my regular FWBs on Whatsapp and set something up with her.

On my way to meet up with her at the hotel (my FWB has a boyfriend – bitches are never loyal, we’ve discussed that before) I passed a hot, very dark skinned girl riding a four wheeler. She was still wet and had obviously just been at the beach. Somehow, I missed her. After waiting around at the beach for a looker like her to show up for so long, as luck would have it I met someone blowing kisses at me as I drove by on my way to hook up with another chick.

I flirted back with this sexy morena as I passed her. I thought that was that as I sped on by, arriving at an Alto (Stop) sign way before she did along the palm-lined road. But, I noticed through my rearview mirror she had sped up. I decided to wait until she caught up with me, as this would likely turn into something good. As she arrived, and I got a better look at her I noticed she had obviously been drinking quite a bit. She began to tell me how hot I was and that she wanted to jump my bones.

What a conundrum.

I whip out my phone, tell my FWB to stay home, and end up running off to the closet hotel with this sexy black girl who immediately proceeded to climb on top of me and give me absolute hell in bed. It wasn’t long before I felt that familiar feeling – when a girl climaxes – and the intercourse starts feeling really good.

She then told me to jump on top and get my nut. It was some of the best sex I’ve had in a while. And that’s saying a lot because I go through more women than most men go through changes of underwear. After it was all said and done, I followed her back to her house (to find out where she lived so I could come back for seconds sometime) and we exchanged numbers.

I wrote all that to write this: This is what I live for. The excitement and variety of life and exciting, sexy women I never, ever had back in the States. I mean, who would expect on something exciting like that to happen on an average day? A hot black girl chasing you down on a four-wheeler just so she can fuck your brains out? Meanwhile, American women are busy deifying themselves in a cloud of #MeToo “My pussy is too good for you!” cuntery directed at men. But, I’m enjoying happenings like this abroad.

How’s that for juxtaposition?

This memorable tryst was a very nice way to close out my last few weeks here on this tropical island before returning to the States for another work cycle soon. It’s nice to know possibilities like this still exist, and there are truly sexually liberated cultures in the world. (Not the pretend sexual liberation of the Anglo American variety.)

I always felt like something was wrong when I was back home. Being deprived of moments like these in the matrix only to enjoy a smörgåsbord every time I leave proves my instincts were right. Relations between the sexes suck (and not in a good way) back home. Am I glad I left! I so thoroughly appreciate every experience like this I get to enjoy. I’ll remember many of these hookups into my old age.

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A man never forgets the rare woman who treats him like a man

I had an awesome, memorable experience yesterday, and had to share it with my brothers to illustrate how relations between men and women and sexuality should be. If anything, an experience like the one I just had makes me realize all my instincts were right when those echoes in my mind collectively told me I was being shit on by women in Anglo America.

Suffice it to say, I have a semi-regular chick. Well, as regular as I’ll ever let a chick be in my life after half a lifetime of abuse by them. I’m never going to be 100% loyal to a woman again as long as I feel like I’m ultimately nothing but a utility in their lives, a utility that can be disposed of at any time. I’m supposed to invest all of myself and my money into a woman who is certain to leave me if I ever stop providing “benefit” to her as illustrated by Briffault’s Law? Nah.

In any case, I was out doing some business yesterday. I stopped to have some beers at a hole in the wall bar that was playing Bachata music. After a couple of tall, cold Presidentes I noticed a morena (dark skinned chick) with a sexy mane of black hair, an incredible ass, and a friendly disposition making flirty eyes at me. It’s always nice when a woman has an inviting posture, especially when a man hails from the land of mean-faced, clipped hair, oversize retro glasses girls. So, I motioned for her to come over and join me at the bar. Long story short, we soon ended up at her place.

As we made our way into her apartment, making out along the way, we stripped each other’s clothes off one another and made our way to her shower. I kissed her neck, then she kissed mine. Seeing her taut, dark sinned body from behind in the rays of sunlight filtering through her window, the magnificence of her athletic behind glistening in the water, something primitive and wonderful began awakening inside me. I began to feel like a wild animal as there’s nothing quite as intoxicating to a straight man as a sexual conquest with a hot chick he’s never got to experience before. I could tell she was getting into it to, whispering nasty things in my ear in Spanish as we petted each other in the shower.

All of the sudden she bent over and took me into her mouth. I stood there in the shower, nearly paralyzed by how good she was. The passion with which she massaged me with her mouth was incredible. I don’t often offer the compliment “a mouth like cocaine” to chicks, but this chica definitely had a mouth like cocaine. I knew right then and there this was an encounter for the ages. One I would remember for years or decades to come.

Incidentally, all by best encounters have been with black, Latina or Asian women. (The chica in this story was both black and Latina.) Anglo chicks just seem frigid and distant by comparison, as if they’re already fast-forwarding to the “payoff” from doing this sexual favor for you. At least, that’s my impression most of the time I’m with one. Ethnic women seem to be “in the moment” when I’m with them. I’ve discussed before how the $40 (LEGAL) pay for play girl in Mexico made me feel better than most of the American women I’ve had relationshits with simply because she treated me like a man and didn’t act like sex was dirty. (It isn’t!)

Getting back to the story, we then proceeded to the bed, where she continued her mouth hugs for a few minutes. The wildness and craziness of the whole experience – here I was in bed with a chick I had just met an hour ago – giving me a euphoric high.

Then, she climbed up on top, and proceeded to ride like a cowgirl. There’s something amazing and rare about really good sex. Many of you may know what I’m talking about. Being with a woman who knows what she’s doing, who likes men, and who likes sex is akin to a religious experience. An experience like this makes a man realize all the bad women and bad sex he’s had in his life. Especially if he’s had 150+ women as Yours Truly. There’s a deep well of experience to draw on for comparing and contrasting.

We both got wilder and wilder with the thrusting becoming more intense. We changed positions. Then changed positions again. I remember being on top and looking to the side to see her leg stretched straight out, and up into the air pointed skyward with her toes stretched out, thinking this is living. This is what it’s all about. The human experience doesn’t get much better than this.

This is the life. Why does the matrix try to take experience like this away from men and women offering sorry substitutes – proxies – for this ancient, primal experience? How evil the matrix is for doing that.

It wasn’t long after that, a good 15 minutes or so that I just couldn’t take it anymore and exploded. She wanted to keep going, and so did I, but the high I got from being with a strange woman who acted like she wanted me from start to finish was just too much. Not to worry, I have her number so we can go for a longer session next time.

As I age, I find myself less enamored of women. My ability to be seduced by them waning because I know what The Predatory Female really is inside, behind the curtain of all that well-practiced sophistry. That said, an experience like this can make a man feel like a teenager again. Like life is worth living. That all women aren’t that bad. (As delusional as that thought might be – it was nice to have it in passing!)

As I’ve said before, easy women like the one highlighted in this story have their place in a functioning society. Every woman making themselves as inaccessible as Everest (as has happened in America) really makes for a miserable society.

I got all that from a dose of some “strange” as some men call it. This lay has been on my mind ever since, and I’m sure even in the future I’ll recall this day fondly. It’s amazing how a little female attention with a woman who makes a guy feel like a man rather than an employee or slave can change a man’s disposition and outlook on life, if only temporarily. It’s just unreal to me sex has social stigma and shame attached to it  in Anglo America. I’ll be happy because of this roll in the hay for days, if not weeks or years. Why aren’t I allowed this kind of happiness back home?

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