The Precise Number of Beach Photos You Should Take of Your Hot Russian Girlfriend

I spoke to a colleague today who was explaining to me that he drew a boundary with his hot Russian girlfriend as to how many photos he would take of her at the beach.

I bit my tongue and let him explain the logic. . .that he wanted to enjoy the beach and that he would give her a fixed amount of time to take photos of her, so she should choose her shots wisely because he would draw a boundary and cut her off.

Very mature, very reasonable, very completely the wrong approach.

What was her response to this, you might ask? To accept the value he placed on his time, to respect his ability to express his boundaries, to appreciate that he was willing to help "grow her following" etc?

Of course not. Her response was to get very very mad at him, and that response - whatever the "logical" cause of her "outrage" was - would be the cudgel she would use to get what she wanted from him.

I didn't ask how the confrontation ended, but I didn't need to. The end is in the beginning, and the beginning was set up long before today's "beach day."

But first things first:

You should never - ever - be your "girlfriend's" Instagram photographer. Never.* I have made one exception for this for a non-sexy photo shoot on her birthday as we were walking through the jungle to dinner. The photos were all terrible (though not entirely by design). She posted one.

But beyond carefully constructed borders, spending your time to create photos of her so that she can advertise her ass to the thousand and one hungry thirsties on her feed (and search function) is basically a willful self-cuckolding as you facilitate and enable her auditions for your replacement, or more realistically, the guy who will fuck her on the side while you continue paying for "beach days" and everything else.

This is not a good look.

And even before that, when a woman recruits you to be her "errand boy," you have already shown up dead to your own wedding.

She doesn't respect you.

She is using you.

She is too cheap to pay for a proper assistant, or too medium status to enlist a chubbier girlfriend, or too lacking in style to entice even a GBF.

You are placing yourself below the status of all of these people, which makes it literally impossible for her to love or be aroused by you because all these people should be lower status than her anyway. So you just snuck into the status bargain basement by underbidding all of them for the "privilege" of following her around in order that she can share her body with the infinite network of global Instagram masturbators and - she hopes - her own bit of side cock.**

You are giving away your time, energy, and attention for free - while at the same time promoting her ass to all and sundry in her hopes of getting better dick to chase away your inferior sperm out of her womb.

Do you think she was wearing a hijab on this "beach day?" Or an ass/workout exposing cut to slake her thirst for boner induction? Rhetorical.

My friend, bless his heart used proper, mature, male logic to "explain" the parameters. But if she were really in lust with him she would have understood those parameters a priori and never even asked in the first place. She would have respected him enough to not even consider - much less even WANT - to show him up as a fool and a cuckold. It was her pre-existing contempt for him that emboldened her to make such a request in the first place.

And that's why "the end is the beginning" and his humiliation was a foregone conclusion before he even started negotiating his "boundaries."

No woman in love - which is a dependent subset of a woman in respect - would ever do something like this, much less throw a tantrum when called out on it. Of course the tantrum would work with my friend - or would continue for numerous sexless days until it did. If she's not getting free shit, free services, and free sneering at such a man, what good is he to her?

My colleague, bless his confused heart, understood none of this.

He spoke to her as a fellow, reasonable man. Exactly the sort of blunder men fall into day after sexless day thinking this is a form of "respect" for his woman.

It is not.

It is not respectful to induce nausea in another person, and it is not respectful to force her to conceal her gag reflex when you treat her as a respected equal.

She is not an equal.

And she doesn't want to be.

And she wants you to know that she doesn't want to be without her having to tell you.

Because that would make her your TEACHER and your BETTER and would foul any chance of you coming around to what nature intended and treating her as the subordinate she wishes to be in your Godly presence.

But my friend was nowhere near that understanding, and by his tone the bitterness was still with him - as it will be forever until he gets his head right.

Speed the day, learn the lessons, and have the gumption and cojones to treat women not as the Golden Rule Sayeth but as THEY want to be treated: like your adored, slightly annoying, but ever tantalizing property.

Give her this gift and she will be taking her own ass shots to send to you only - without you needing to ask or beg.

This is the relationship dynamic she wants. And when you deprive her of it, those self same ass shots will make the rounds to entice a real man, who won't deprive her, faster than you can say "pretty please." I promise.

*The almost only exception is if you are a professional photographer and she is paying you top dollar for your work, in which case she is probably just one of your girlfriends and she knows you have access to enough hotter models that she needs to keep herself in check.

**Note: The other thing you should never ever do is be a prop in your girlfriend's Instagram photos. This includes her "leading you by the hand" while you are off camera towards some Insta-worthy destination.

It also includes almost anything on camera that places you in a supporting role in the narrative of her life, which is, even including fucking her from behind while she fake moans for the camera, nearly every event in her life where you would be in her photos. Don't do it.

As I search for photos of this horrid expression of sexual inversion, I need to add one more thing, and that is that a photograph or a real life event where the woman is leading you anywhere is a true abomination.

You can see this even with strapped, hot men, that yet are easily bested by women's psychological mastery. Allowing yourself to be led - and especially in service to her ass-vertisements - sets the wrong tone for literally everything else in the relationship. She is posing not just for ass purposes, but also to gloat at having captured and pre-cucked an allegedly hot man. It is the ultimate ego flex (particularly in our Go Girl HeyDay) but also the ultimate quiet disappointment that she couldn't quite bag someone she actually felt comfortable enough surrendering to.

It is similar to the triumphant experience some men have when masturbating to a "10," someone hotter than they could ever get in real life. Something in the psyche celebrates, but a deep emptiness follows because the simulacrum of success hides a most profound but secret feeling of complete failure.

(Note: As with serial male masturbators, this seems to be a more acute problem with less attractive women, or women who came into a version of hotness later in life but never quite rise to the level of "gifted."

They see the capture of a ripped but controllable man as a compensatory flex for their lost years of hotness, not realizing that women "in the know" see past the ripply muscles to the pliable, soft-willed emotional weakling beneath, someone with the outward appearance of strength but is easily tamed and lacking the killer instinct that feeds her soul. There are skinny men who yet have this strength inside them that to a connoisseuse of cock is the true precious cut she is after far more than the poster boy for Gym Weakly.

Interestingly, true sexual fulfillment for women may be reserved for the truly hot or the truly not, the latter of whom accept their fate without bitterness and find lower "status" but masculine-enough men to fulfill their needs. Assuming they have skipped the college brainwashing route, these sorts of women never really lose their organic dreams of subbery and so they accept the working man's dominance - particularly in non-Gringo subcultures - gracefully and joyously, even if he is not traditionally hawt in the Tulum Foam Party Fantasies of "classier" but middling broads.

The best bet for these women is to plumb the "taboo" of the lower class out-group racial castes of their particularly culture in a celebration of transcendent diversity which is in actuality the only shot they've got of locking down a man with some fight left in his balls. Diversity can be handy like that.

And note that Southeast Asia and South American wife-shopping men take this same tact, only without the pretense of moral superiority, but rather just the sour grapes bitterness of knowing they never quite measured up at home. Although perhaps both sexes, at least in the west, have legitimate complaints about the disqualifying counter-sexualization of potential mates in their own back yards, thus necessitating the broadening of the gene pool to achieve happiness. Vive la guerre.)

In truth, most women today are incapable of even believing they might want that, much less seeking it out, so brainwashed are they by academic attitudes of FemDomme "egalitarianism." Even sadder, for most of them, the only cure for this is the eventual lack of male desire that greets them the moment their eggs start running out. Then and only then, when the ship has finally sailed, do they realize how much they have given up for how little, the temporary thrill of the ego flex vs the lifetime of satiety that could have greeted them and warmed their wombs had they but had the independence of mind to eschew cultural distortions and live in their truth.

Too little too late and a waste of biology for her and life force for you: a tragedy all the way around.