The Male Sexuality Shaming Shit Test

Les Saunders, Protestant has a Game question,

Off topic, but an important question:

“You just want to fuck me.”

How do you deal with this statement. I’ve had it uttered when we’ve been wriggling around on a couch for another when the top is off, but bra on, pants on, all the way to when having a conversation on the street/in da club.

I know the correct answer is in the realm of “no I don’t”, but it’s a much more textured, nuanced, and layered response than that.

If you’ve hit on more than one woman in your life in a slut-and-the-city shitlibopolis, you will have been accosted by this male sexuality shaming shit test. You may encounter it during the first minute of conversation (less likely, but a pure tell that the girl is a superslut who wants to bang) or at the bedroom threshold (more likely, and a tell that the girl is a headcase who is running away from her slutty past).

Remember the CH golden rules for responding to shit tests:

• don’t be defensive
• don’t play into her frame
• do turn it back on her

“No, I don’t” isn’t a great reply. It violates the rule “don’t be defensive”. She’ll figure you’re lying about your lustful motive and are ashamed of it, and this will lower your value to her. Better is to fall back on classic tactics (Agree&Amplify, AssumeTheSale, BeAChallenge) that charge your ripostes with a frisson of jerkboy charm.

PSYCHOLOGICALLY PROJECTING HO: you just want to fuck me.

THE LORD’S PHALLIC HERALD: well, i DID, but now that you’ve killed the vibe…

or:

“you just want to fuck me”

“i’m not here to play checkers”

or (as the more open-ended conversational gambit):

“you just want to fuck me”

“more than the other girls here?” *point around the room*

If you prefer the denial response, make it an active one that assumes the sale:

“you just want to fuck me”

“you wish”

or:

“you just want to fuck me”

“look at that, we have so much in common!”

Few girls can resist a juicy script-flipped assumption like that.

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From a commenter,

“No, I’m only attracted to your mind.”

Don’t stop playing with her nipple while you say it.

LOL, this would be a hilarious running gag if you keep it up right through climax.

*pulling off her panties*

“i love your mind”

*fingering her pussy*

“your mind is so sexy to me”

*slipping your cock in*

“i only want to fuck your mind”

*cumming*

“godDAMN you have a hot mind”

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Polish MP Shows How To Answer The Vapid “Racism” Slur

Cunt: “You sound proud that you haven’t taken any refugees”

MAGApole: “Of course.” [ed: heh] “…we can be called populists, nationalists, racists…I don’t care. I care about my family and about my country.”

This is a man even the great Trump could learn from. Trump gets very very close to speaking in this plain commonsense way that cuts like a hot knife through so much sophistic skypery, but imo he has not yet achieved Pole position.

Racist?

I DON’T CARE. I CARE ABOUT MY FAMILY AND ABOUT MY COUNTRY

How is a virtue sniveling shitlib supposed to answer that without sounding like xir’s against family and country? Answer: xir can’t. And how is a shitlib supposed to wrest a publicly humiliating penance from someone who “doesn’t care” about the Fake Virtue of the anti-Whites? Answer: xir can’t.

This is how to reframe a charge of “racism” (aka “perspicacity”). Watch and learn from our based Outer Hajnal White brothers. Reframing like this comes naturally to them.

Btw, this is the same dumb BBC bint schooled by Jordan Peterson a while back.

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In more MAGAman news, Tucker Carlson gets better every day. Here he is interviewing Michael Anton, another MAGAman (and former Trump cabinet member) who wrote the famous “Flight 93” essay:

Michael Anton has excellent physiognomy, which shouldn’t surprise anyone considering he was among the first to recognize the importance and necessity of the Trump Realignment, and the decadence and corruption of the Uniparty establishment.

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The Flimsy Pretext Opener

Waffles shares one of his opening pickup gambits,

One of the harder situations to open is a group of 4-5 or more girls. You need to open them without specifically opening them. I started this thing where I casually and sort of obviously throw my keys at them then walk over and say something like “sorry, dropped my keys” or “lost my keys” etc. By the reaction you can pretty much tell if they are fun and bubbly (and receptive) or full of snark (unreceptive) proceed accordingly. Only used it a few times but it works well and is pretty funny in the right situations.

This is funny shit. And effective. No girl with half a brain will think it isn’t a ruse to hit on her, but that’s not the point. The effectiveness of the Flimsy Pretext Opener is in what it communicates about the man: a lack of concern for the girl’s approval, which translates as a lack of desperation for her pussy.

And a lack of desperation — a calmness, self-assuredness, and self-possession — in a man is chick crack, the T&A equivalent of male desirability.

The whole pickup is a game to you, nothing to be taken so seriously, and in a girl’s mind that gets filtered into “here’s a man who has so many options with women he doesn’t sweat any one girl”. Waffles’ “conspicuously lost keys” gambit is essentially a material witness for his preselection by other women.

The other reason it works is that male creativity in and of itself is attractive to women. It’s a cue of high male smv. When you can get creative on the approach, you have set yourself apart from the battalions of betas who only know how to sheepishly sidle up and drop a breathtaking “hi, what’s your name?”.

There’s nothing wrong with saying “hi”… it beats eye-stalking the girl from across the chasm of a noisy bar…but if you want to win the zero sum game of human reproduction you’ll need heavier weaponry.

Remember too, that treating pickup as a fun game assures that your interactions with girls will be more authentic. When you’re having a blast, amusing yourself like no girl can amuse you, then flirting will feel less like a chore and more like a genuine expression of the happy womanizer inside you.

PS If the girl(s) respond with unreceptive snark, you don’t necessarily have to NEXT them. I’m of the opinion that very few sour pickup scenarios can’t be turned around with the right words and attitude. Basic rule of turning around unreceptive women: never act flustered or butthurt. “Drop” your keys near her, get poor reaction, pick up keys and say “i always drop my keys when a girl flirts with me, it’s a nervous tic”. Assume the sale, with a vittle of vulnerability game.

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The Tactical Takeaway

I’m giving away my secrets here…

When I’m feeling a girl out, I have this calculated takeaway I do sometimes if I get any lip from her or catch a vibe that she thinks she’s hot shit. I’ll touch my chest like I’m testing a hot griddle and make a sizzling sound, then say “mmm mmm mmm, too bad you won’t be getting this.”

The best part is what comes next. Instead of lingering to gauge her reaction (which would let all the air out of the cocky joke), I turn and walk off to get a drink for myself or chat up a buddy who’s with me. She’s now alone wondering if I was serious about being a commodity she can’t buy, and unfailingly she’ll mosey over and re-start our convo, this time with either a little less attitude or a little more flirty attitude (the best kind).

There are a slew of game posts coming your way over the next few days, so those of you who prefer the politics&culture stuff may want to sit those out in your fapatoriums.

PS The Smirking Strzok. Looks like I wasn’t the only one to be repulsed by Strzok’s gaypedoface creepiness. This phaggot is possessed by Satan, so he fits right in with the permanent bureaucracy of the Creep State.

This guy has to be the creepiest person in America. OMG pic.twitter.com/gLWvwCiXIJ

— Donald Trump Jr. (@DonaldJTrumpJr) July 13, 2018

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A Body Language Analysis Of Scott Adams With His Girlfriend

Scott Adams, famed cartoonist, Trump persuasion psychoanalyst, and quasi-PUA with tight Game…

alpha or beta?

According to sources, this is Scott with his legit HB8 girlfriend, who looks to be half, or maybe a third, his age. Well done, Slaybert!

So, if we can judge a man’s soul — or in Chateau parlance, his SMV — by a body language snapshot of the lovebirds lovebirding, then this is my analysis of Scott’s worth as a Darwinian vessel of generational continuance:

1. She’s into him (genuine smile, tits pressed into his chest, and shoulders curled forward (a sign of happy submission))
2. No hoverhand from either
3. He’s grabbing at her purse (subtle reminder that the money is still his)
4. His posture is straight and true, and he’s looking at the camera rather than cloyingly into her eyes while she looks at the camera
5. His expression is self-satisfied (probably taken right after an outdoor bang)

Btw, if these two aren’t banging and are just friends, I’ll eat my Far Side collection. That’s not a hug that two platonic friends would share. Way too much lingering flesh-pressed contact.

Judgement: ALPHA

PS A few black pillers think Adams is leaning into his girl. I don’t see it. I think the angle of the shot creates an illusion of him leaning into her. If he is leaning in, it’s very slight. I wouldn’t dock him any alpha cred for that. His erection might also be pushing him away from her, and that’s not anything to blame him for.

Now, if Adams were all over his gf while she was staring distantly into space and leaning away from him like she was secretly communicating with the cameraman that her pussy was on the market, then he would have betrayed extreme betatude. But that’s not the case here. This is symbiotic love.

You know what other man’s much younger woman looks at him lovingly and devotedly? This ALPHA:

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Also President Trump 💯
Awesome 💯❤🇺🇸❤🇺🇸❤ pic.twitter.com/Nz56Qz6TmA

— Anna#TrumpsSuperElites🇺🇸🇮🇹🍎 (@AnnaApp91838450) July 11, 2018

Melania has a great ass. No wonder Trump doesn’t age in the office. If you’re his age tapping something that fine, it’s like taking an exotic anti-aging cock-in-tail. After you’ve plowed through Melania, your ego is so swollen that Chuck Schumer and Fauxcahontas are like little bumps in the road.

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Overgaming During Blowjob

Overgaming is the mistake inexperienced but eager-to-learn men make with women. It’s a term that means “coming on too strong” (or too jerkish, or too cloying, or too supplicating, etc).

Overgaming usually occurs during the attraction phase of a pickup (the first fifteen minutes) because that’s when men are most hyped up to leave a solid impression on a qtπ. But overgaming can occur during any stage of a seduction, and it’s not uncommon for men to act too “creepy” during the comfort stage or too aggressive during the bedroom close.

However, rarely have I heard of overgaming during a blowjob, until now.

From Sad Girl:

Anecdote on ways to ruin something good. You will probably find it annoying that I am using your terminology and for being foul, but here goes since I am anonymous.

Annoying? I find it charming that you cum to me for help. Doubtless I would be less charmed if we were dating and you were regaling me with sexploits from your slutty past.

Scenario: Guy (a natural) I am dating told me I was worldclass at blowjobs in the middle of one (posture: cocky, leaning back casually on the sofa with his head resting in his hands, which I like to see)

Every man worth his yarbles should strike this pose at least once in his life when the opportunity ARISES. Your T level will go through the roof of the Trump Tower.

and outlining that I was in the top 3 in his life, *subtly ranking me while his dick was in my mouth*. Exceptional, you see – but not number one. A neg…

LMAO. I mean, this is funny af but totally unnecessary. In his defense….since when have jerkboys been known for their circumspection?

This kind of behaviour doesn’t lower his value to me psychologically, as I am sure you will understand.

All too well.

But…it has soured this ”special thing we share” – spending time together with his cock in my mouth. I think this is an example of ”overgaming”. My enthusiasm was at a level 10 for this act, and now it has dropped.

To a 9.5?

I am around 30 which I think you will find relevant, and there was literally no need to psychologically motivate me to suck harder by planting a seed of competition in my head, since it was already my favourite thing that I do constantly without being asked, and I assume that’s a huge part of why he is dating me.

How long had you two been dating when he gave your BJ technique a top 3 finish? (technically, he could have meant you were number one. technically.) If you had been dating for a while, and exclusively, then his hummerbrag would sound more like a toothless joke. If you had just started dating, then it would indicate something more ominous — that he was still playing the bj field or would be if your technique fell short (heh) of his standards. Or maybe he just thought it was funny, and jerkboys don’t bother with nuisances like idle thought filters.

In this case, there was only room to go down.

These things happen after a blowjob.

I think negging me in this situation like that made me enjoy it less, and I don’t think I can go back to the real enthusiasm I had before. I just feel differently now. It hurt my feelings, or my ego, or who knows the other things going on emotionally i haven’t sorted out yet, while I have actually been giving my all. It’s not the same now.

If you were genuinely hurt by his flagrante delicto judgment call, I have the cure for your sub-par bj blues.

*zzzzzziiiiiipp*

Get ready, your bj level is about to hit 99 (inches).

I’ll spare a moment of post-lockajw seriousness; if he only said it once and you can tell by his joy that he still loves cumming to you for your very special lessons in oral love, then don’t allow a poorly timed spell of overgaming to spoil you on him. And to be franknbeans, it sounds like you’re still with him, giving him a little less than your all (but which would still qualify as a bone-anza to the typical beta incel) but giving it to him nonetheless, so my conclusion is that you are HEAD over heels for this lovable jerk and came here to vent your insecurities about his potential waywardness, and wondering aloud if in coded language to Chateau lords the odds that Top 3 Knob Job Jerkboy would leave you for a girlie with a nimbler, precision targeting tongue.

To that, all I can advise is take a cue from his tone. Did he rank you in the braheemian vocal stylings of a man eager to show off, or was his message delivered with a blunt blurt suggesting his mind was likely drifting to memories of the agog minxmouths of lost lovers? If the former, brush it off. If the latter, there’s a website you can go to where you’ll find plenty of men who will treat you with the dearest respect you so obviously deserve when your polehole is wrapped for his pleasure:

http://www.mgtow.com

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Your Daily Game: Stoking The Female Competitive Instinct For Personal Gain

Camel Cock comments,

*** Submission for comment of the week ***

Good show, kid, but ya came up short. This week’s COTW has already been awarded (details soon). Dry your eyes, though, because you submitted excellent Game-related content.

If you are half-way good with girls and live in a smaller city you will eventually run into the same ones especially when you are out on dates. Some girls will wave, some will come up to you and your date and say Hi, and the trully daring will even come up and give you a hug.

The girls (on your date rotation) who hug you when you’re out on another date are the ones who want to fuck you, but only if they can feel like they’re besting another girl to get to your pole position. Prepare for a lifetime of Dread Game if you decide to LTR one of those bitches.

Almost every girl I’ve gone out with has asked “Who was that?” or “Who is that?” The hotter the girl, the quicker my date asks about her.

Of course. This is classic female preselection. Girls judge men by the number and quality of women who keep his company. This is because girls can’t get most of the mate value information they need about a man just by looking at him, so they use a short cut: if other girls like him, he must be hsmv.

Before I used to be vague and say “a friend” “drinking buddy” or “just some girl” but I’ve been inspired by CH’s recent tingle generation talk and a few weeks ago when I was feeling especially zfg I responded, “Your competition.”

Noice.

I’ve tested this on a few girls and it’s tingle dynamite! It’s mostly in the delivery. When they ask about the other girl. I turn my head slowly, I look them in the eye and with a jerkboy smirk I say “Your competition.”

I believe the reason it’s so great is bc your dating asking you about the other girls is a shit test and most guys justify or play down the other girl…not what a true jerkyboy does.

There is a way to provoke the same effect in your girl without explicitly revealing your game plan. In fact, I’d argue that feigned dismissiveness can be a more powerful intoxicant on the female hamster than can pulling back the curtain and announcing her place in the pecking order. For instance,

HER: who was that?

WILLY WOMP-A AND THE TINGLE FACTORY: just someone i know.

Leave it hanging right there, and she’ll be spinning her wheel for days wondering what your deal is (aka whether you have a harem), which means she will only find satisfying resolution in sex.

But there is a class of girls for whom a stone cold stunner like “Your competition” will work wonders. These are the kinds of girls who need bold, unmistakable displays of drama to begin lubing up for Act 2.

Oh and if u get shit tested, your delivery or eye contact was off. Most of the times I’ve said it girls get those anime eyes and their jaw drops. They can’t believe u just dropped such a massive tingle bomb. Some trash talk and qualify themselves and try to justify why they are better.

A girl in the defensive crouch is a girl with a torrential pouch.

One caveat, make sure the girl saying hi is slightly more attractive or at least on par with date girl.

True dat. If a fatty comes over to say hi, acting like she’s one of your plates, heisman that hambeast with the quickness.

HER: who was that?

THE WOOD OF WOMP: one of my obsessive admirers. poor girl. so sad.

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