Balls

You gotta have them.

I read (well ok forced myself to do it mostly just so I could confidently say the writer of it hasn’t got a clue at all) this about how men supposedly don’t understand what makes a man attractive to women, which I found partially hilarious since the writer clearly is completely backwards rationalising emotions she feels that she has no clue as to the origin of.

The writer of that article really has no idea why she is attracted to Tony Soprano, as are all her friends. And I especially found it absolutely gut bursting funny that she thinks a Tony Soprano character is truly “present” and “listens” to women. Other than to get to fuck them and/or as a result of getting information useful to him out of them.

The Sopranos of this world like women. Sure. They pay attention to them the same way a cat pays attention to a mouse.

Notice also how she sweeps under the rug multiple homicides and other “bad stuff” with a kind of handwave of “oh yeah that’s bad, I don’t agree with that!” And then she’d immediately drop to her knees if a Tony Soprano told her to in just the right tone of voice.

The simple fact of the matter is that women do NOT process things rationally. The post I wrote on the dual brain and the way women tend to be right-brain processors explains the technical details of it better than you’re likely to find anywhere in purely objective terms (go to the OG blog and use the “Search me” function and type in the keywords “dual brain” and/or “right brain” etc).

But a simpler and quicker way to understand it is what my father told me in his inimitable way when I was about 15:

“Son, just remember, the important thing is to be whoever you choose to be and be sure about it. You can be the meanest son of a bitch that kills a little old lady every Friday night, and as long as you do, you will always have women and loyal friends. But the day you falter and wake up and think “you know, killing old ladies is wrong, I’m gonna change!” That will be the day your best friend fucks your wife and she leaves you.”

Now, my dad has always been a little more concerned with his perceived social status than I have, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. And of course, my personal approach has been to really not give a shit at all what almost the entire planet thinks of me, because the benefit of that is that the men I consider friends are not the type who are there because of my status, but rather because of the core values (those 2 or 3 fundamentals) we share, which are mostly the same ones men who understand the true nature of male friendship always have had, be it in the time of the Iliad, or the trenches of wars across history.

Of course, finding a woman that can survive and continue to choose someone as intense, self-motivated and self-validated as I tend to be, is less easy. A rotating and ever-fresh harem tends to be the more natural state for such men.*

Which brings me to the title of this post.

As my dad mentioned, and as few men today appear to understand, what has classically been known as “having balls” (a mix of courage, decisiveness, confidence based in ability, and the ability to be dangerous as well as overcome danger, not just physically but in every respect, and doing what you choose regardless of the opinions of others) is what makes women react positively and invariably also sexually towards you.

I know because I have seen it play out in the life of those who have balls and in my own.

In fact it is so powerful an aphrodisiac that women will cheat on their husbands, ruin their lives (to the point of self-destruction as a recent story about a parachuting suicide told us) and make terrible decisions for the thrill of being ravaged by that kind of man. It is partly the same reason why most serial killers on death row have female fans.

It is the classical “bad boy” attraction that women will deny until they are blue in the face, only to pretend it really isn’t a big deal, and don’t even blush the morning after when they wake up naked in his bed and have let him keep their knickers as a trophy.

The fact is that the kind of men who elicit that kind of response in women are intrinsically dangerous. Not because they are necessarily evil; but because they are necessarily men that choose their own opinions over the sanitised ones of polite society.

And since polite society is increasingly a demonic sludge of cowards, lies, and bureaucracy designed to cripple independent thought and action, as well as objective reality and above all truth and justice, without which love becomes almost impossible, such men will increasingly find themselves at odds with that globohomo society and its false, demonic, “morality”.

So by default almost, they will be more likely to be willing to break the rules; which includes globohomo laws, unjust as they may be (and often are).

That, dear clueless Catherine Shannon, is why you would hike up your skirt and let a fat Tony Soprano (or equivalent) take you on the kitchen counter of your show house. And almost none of your rationalisations would explain why you really did it.

Catherine will deny this stridently of course. Call men like me misogynist pigs, write to the world how she fears for my wife and daughters, and seethe in a thousand other ways. And the women who know and have had the pleasure of actually being loved by such men, and all the men that are such men, will smile to themselves and think:

“Now there’s a woman who’s not had a proper dicking down.”

Because even lifelong feminists with millionaire husbands have found themselves under such men. But it’s a rare woman that can admit to herself the real reason instead of rationalise it away after the fact.

And that reason is simply balls.

In the final analysis, I have concluded that while not ALL women will choose a man with balls over any other attribute, including spectacular wealth and good looks, three things are true:

1. The women that count, that is that are worthwhile —as far as I am concerned at least— will choose balls over all the rest.

2. Balls counts for more than everything else that really matters. Sure, billions can make up for a lot of things, but in that increasingly rare situation of feral humanity at its best and worst, balls are the too thing. Just like copper-jacketed lead is the most precious metal, well beyond gold and silver when the SHTF.

3. Even the women who do NOT choose balls over wealth, glory, fame or whatever, WILL choose balls for a quick temporary escape from their lives, especially if they can do so without getting caught doing it by the rest of the world.

Men who have balls know what I am talking about. Most wonder if they have them, or have them enough, or in the right way, and so on. A few know they don’t and stay in their lane.

All women who have come across and had an encounter, however brief, with such men, don’t forget it. The better ones don’t try to rationalise it either, they just accept their own nature and choice (insofar as they had one, given female nature) to do what they did.

The ones like Catherine, however, are extremely unlikely to ever secure such a man; and will openly seethe at women who do, as well as try to ruin them reputationally because of it.

So… no, Catherine, it is not men who don’t understand the attraction you have for Tony. It is only the metrosexuals you are inevitably surrounded by, and of whom you may one day marry one, —only to resent eternally— who pretend not to understand; in the vain hope of steering you towards their perpetually frustrated dicks instead of salivating after the ones that have balls attached under them.

Oh, and lastly, I think it is more important than anything else for a man to have balls in life.

And while the writer of this may or may not have a set of his own, at least a few of his points are decent suggestions. I link it because it is easy to assume men with balls are always simple-minded brutes, because that is what they have trained you to think, but the reality is usually quite the opposite.

The reason is obvious: a man with balls will face controversy, confrontation, attacks, lies and envy on a regular basis. Being simple-minded is not conducive to navigating that successfully throughout your life.

I hope that clears up a few things for everyone.

*We can choose to be faithful. It is not necessarily our wish to have rotating harems. Fun as they are for a time, a man with balls will eventually become somewhat bored of it. The issue is more often that a woman that will fit with such men is rare. The Catherines of this world will hand-wave away the murders a Tony Soprano does. The women able to keep such a man are the kind who will find a good spot to hide the bodies. Many women will claim to be such women. Very few are.