You Don't "Love Women" As Much As You Think You Do

Most men love nothing more than easy. And the sweet side of women is the easiest thing in the world to love.

Well-read men will pretend to love the “Kali” side of women, the dark and scary part.

They want to be up for the challenge.

But they’re not.

In reality, those same men never get to see the *actual* dark side of women, because women know better than to trust those parts of themselves to “guys like that.”

These men love a cartoon-Kali, a theoretical Kali, and in many instances they use the wrath of Kali they so easily awaken in women as justification for their own slavish behavior. They are “worshiping the goddess,” after all. And they think that means they love her.

But they don’t.

These learned men are even more confused than the easy-loving men.

Kali Does Not Care About Your Stupid Apologies

Because if you really want to love women, you have to learn to love their worst - yes, worst - aspects that you haven’t even seen yet.

Loving a woman’s “worst” aspects unlocks her very best aspects. And you haven’t seen those yet, either.

Despising, or even ignoring her worst parts (as most men do) leads only to his undoing - and in the most tragic of ways. This is not the rage she vents at you for your loserdom and incompetence. These are the worst parts of her that have nothing to do with you at all.

But we’re not going to talk about those parts here today. You’re not ready for that.

We’ll talk about the other “worst” parts that, once you really get them, turn out to actually be the *best* parts.

And you may be ready for that.

Let’s begin:

Sickness, Depravity, and Bestiality - The Sweetest Song Ever Sung

Women’s worst-cum-best parts (heh) are their sick depravity and bestial sexuality. Women are aroused by all the wrong things: criminality, gross transgression, cruelty, violence, and more. Many crave degradation, others overt humiliation and worse.

This goes way beyond the “rape fantasies,” the topic of which occasionally penetrates the dafter male spaces, appearing only as some sort of urban legend, the way “The G-Spot” used to (and may as well still).

Women want bad, depraved things to happen to them. Always.

They want you to pull them away from their doting husbands.

They crave your firm hand to force them into conformity with your will.

They will positively swoon and violently catfight for the affections of the most degenerate, derelict, idle, useless, and destructive of men. They care nought for consequences, cultural stability, or any of your philosophies. That’s your problem.

They want mean dick, and they want it good and hard. And most of all, they want it NOW.

They will give themselves over to good dick in half the time it takes the bartender to pour the drink you just wasted your money buying for her. And you will never even know it.

If you are a “good man,” “husband material,” “father material,” “provider material,” in other words if you are the best pillar we can hope to build our society upon, you almost certainly don’t love these parts of women.

Heck, half of you are going to argue with me that Miss Strawberry Shortcake doesn't even possess such traits. “Maybe some whore, but not my Shiela!”

I am laughing at you. And so is the woman reading this article over your shoulder in your bed.

What You Want Is Not What You Think You Want - And That Goes Doubly For What She Wants

Now don’t get me wrong.

I think you really *want* to love women. You understand why it’s a good thing to love women.

Of course you do.

You don’t want to get lumped in with the baddies or uphold the “patriarchy,” and you desire to forge a strong foundational bond for the life you wish to build and grow.

And this is what you should want.

This is what Good Men™ want.

But Good Men don’t love women.

No.

Rather they demand, usually passively, that women squelch their most fundamental “qualities” in order to placate his false image of her.

And THAT’s what he loves.

So a Good Woman® tries her best to feed him something he will love so that he will be happy and maybe sorta she might be also.

But she won’t.

This is the Mephispholean bargian that most women try to strike while their libido is dulled by 3/4 of their cycle (and the rest by birth control). But it usually strikes back - and 10 times harder.

Because eventually. . .eventually. . . she will want his love. All of it. She will want it in the places she doesn’t have it. Not in the easy to love places but in the (for him) impossible to love places - mostly because he doesn’t even know about them, but if he did, well. . . he could never love that, and she knew it from the day she met him.

But there is good news, my Good Man™ friend. I wouldn’t lead you into this nightmare if there weren’t a Wardrobe you could climb through to set forth on a glorious exit from the despair of your lies of love:

The Exit

Thing is, you may not like it at first.

But such is it with all good things and with the most potent of medicines.

So no sugar for you. Just gulp it all down:

Learn to love these parts.

That’s the first thing.

And here’s the medicine:

Learn to feed these parts.

Find it in yourself to give her all the wretched and disgusting things her sexual maw needs to feel loved and accepted all the way down to her kinky ovaries.

Smack her, talk down to her (in the right way), degrade her, engage in raw displays of reckless power and wanton disregard for the rules of etiquette. Transgress. Make her swoon for you the way she secretly has for years over mass murderers, dictators, and even filthy movie moguls. Give it to her the way she wants it And the harder the better.

Because when you do, and more importantly - way more importantly - when you do it not “perfunctorily” but rather in a way where she believes you have accepted her and loosed the wild animal you have been keeping from her to “protect” her and your childish but lovable fantasy of her - when you show her your genuine, throbbing, boner for her wicked side, she will open her heart to you in a manner that would shame into fiery oblivion the saccharine love for her you have proffered (and she has endured) for so long, thinking it was sugar. Her flower, as the virgin poets would say, will open, petal by petal and engulf your stamen in the sweetest pollination your withered cock could ever have dreamed of as a silly, self-abusing teenager.

I promise you this.

The Stream

When you love her - ALL of her - she will love you back tenfold. Twenty fold. A Thousand fold.

Because just like her sexual appetite, her love too is boundless. She has an endless supply pent up in her, begging to be released into a worthy vessel, splashing against the dam of her heart like Neptune’s thunder itself, crying out to be poured into a man she can freely adore. And the only man she can freely adore is one who accepts, nay, *loves* the wild-fanged beast inside her. When he loves HER, then, and only then will the flower reveal its heavenly beauty to your waiting cock. Oh, and to the rest of you as well.

And that’s just the beginning.

Because when her love-stream starts flowing, you can then guide it wherever you will: to your joy and hers, to the joy of your offspring (children, businesses, passions), your community, your God (Christians, take heed!), and more. Her love will be the fertile garden of your desires, ready to gestate and spring into existence anything your Good Heart™ desires.

Your Mission

Because then she will see the Good Man in you not as an oppressive hypocrite, but as someone worthy of her service to manifest his every dream.

All this and more can be yours.

But you have to love her first.

And right now you think you do.

You really want to believe you do.

But you don’t.

And no one is more aware of this than she (and all her friends).

Find that love,my Good Man™. We are all depending on you for it.

Post Script: If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll notice the “how to” instruction manual in this story is a little thin. Sadly, that is paywalled. Love don’t come cheap, my friend. But I’ll give you this for now:

You have your own wild animal inside whom you hate just as much as you (secretly) hate her. And embracing HIM will bring forth the TRUE Good Man in you with all the treasures he can bring forth to a waiting world. That is a good place to start to poke at the dominoes of your own awakening.

But of course there is more - much more - to learn before you rest in her loving arms. But the journey of 1000 miles and all that. Best get to it. . .

Post Post Script: Note to the censors and the scolds: “Bestial” is not “Bestiality.” Most women, even those who ride horseback, even those who snuggle a dozen or more kittens, and certainly those who go on dates with their "fur babies” do not receive sexual gratification from animals. Not even a little bit. Nope. Never.

And even if they did, I didn’t say they did. Go harangue someone else for their opinions.

Post Post Post Script: "But Ramón. . . you're always going on about love and the sweet side of women. Aren't you just "easy loving" them too?" Good question but a hard no.

These "nice" bits are the anodyne nice bits. The fake smile, the politeness, the gentle decorating of self and hearth. They are the shallower layer of nice that for many modern "smash the patriarchy" types is the so-called "societal conditioning" they are trying to smash. And fair enough for them (though they are generally missing the point).

But the love I am talking about is not that love. Because while it may not be societal programming, it may yet be culturally contrived.

The love I am talking about is primal and unstoppable. It is sustainable because it is more powerful than the human will to control it into doilies and cat sneakers. It is boundless, endless, and overwhelming both to her and to the man blessed enough to receive it.

This is the paradox I come back to over and over again . . .when you unlock her darkest impulses, this wave of primordial love flows far greater and deeper than her curtain rods and momma's turkey tettrazini. It is the fecundity of the earth itself ready to spring into existence any desire your manly heart may yet have.

So don't let the words fool you here. Love and love could not be more different form each other. If you skip the journey from one to the other, you will always get the default Nutrasweet version and never the Silver Stream of Life's Bounty that must be pried out of her and won to shed its blessings on you. Understand?