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The developing story of Oregon UCC mass murderer Chris Harper-Mercer (mystery meat, half black-half white) has me thinking about the psychologies of mixed race young men and the invisible influence of their absent fathers.

In Mercer’s case, an interesting twist on the usual miscegenation patterns: his absentee father was white and his mother black. Mercer was allegedly an atheist who hated Christians, and had (Hivemind term) “white supremacist” leanings. He also had a huge stash of porn that he streamed to P2P sharing services, which is a major omega male incel tell.

Why would a milk chocolate moonpie identify with White racial consciousness? My theory calls to mind another moonpie with daddy issues: President Butt Naked Obama.

Both men had no-show biological dads growing up, except Butt Naked’s dad was black. The psychology of men during their formative years is irretrievably warped by the absence of a father. This tendency is amplified for mixed race outcasts who will never have it as easy fitting in as monoracial kids, (another good reason to avoid having mystery meats). What happens then is the boy grows into a man who struggles with his identity. This struggle compels him to either completely reject the father as a presence in his mental and emotional universe…


…to embrace the missing father and “force” an identification with him. The son will undertake preternatural “missions of the mind” to locate within himself what he imagines are the resonances and reverberations of his absent father’s spirit. He will spend his life constantly searching for the soul of his missing father, in big and small ways, even as he tells himself and others that his absent biological father is a footnote in his life.

If his absentee father was black, like Obama’s, the mixed race creation will come to identify with all things black, in worldview and emotional connection, if not in cultural accouterments. His white mother will recede in significance to him. If his father was white, like Mercer’s, he will seek the most material manifestations of “whiteness” as his guide to grounding himself into something larger than his airy atheism and brooding “anti-sheeple” solitude. He hopes, through a psychological osmosis, that carrying what he infers would be the banner of his distant father will lift him from his mixcel loneliness.

Throw in a horrible condition like asperger’s or extreme shyness that causes social awkwardness around girls in a society becoming more r-selected and less K-selected, and a single black mom rah-rahing him whatever he does or doesn’t do, and you’ve got your ingredients for a violent explosion at a future date.

This is where HBD and heritability absolutists reveal their short-sightedness: Over time, and given enough societal support and justification, social calamities like single mommery, incel, porn, feminism, equalism, self-esteemism, miscegenation, irreligiousness, sexual and social atomization from a nation rapidly fracturing along the fault lines of antagonistic Diversity™, and oligarchism resulting in mass wealth inequality WILL germinate more lone killers.

The mass murderer is the tip of the viceberg. Most men in this corrupt culture won’t ever entertain the idea of killing as psychological salve. But millions of desperate incel losers underneath that spectacularly violent tip will betray other symptoms of disaffection. And it is these less bloody retreats from American society that will, multiplied ten million times, do the real damage to the last, gossamer wisps of the social fabric.

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Sometimes the conspiracy theorists are right.

Mark Fuckersperg — the Facebook CEO who is so beta he cashed in his billions for a fat waifu — was caught on a hot mic promising Angela “Swarthenfreude” Merkel he would do what he could to censor comments on his one billion customer base social media platform that were critical of open borders and the waves of refugee migrants into Europe and America.

We all knew this about Fuckersperg, that he’s an anti-White, pro-mystery meat degenerate equalist leftoid, but now he has let the mask slip completely off.

On cue, amygdala-stunted shitlibs will intone, “Facebook is a private corporation, so it’s not a violation of the First Amendment if they censor unauthorized opinions! It’s well within their right, and if you don’t like it you can just log off.”

How bizarre to listen to nuanced shitlibs so vehemently endorse the letter of the law and the virtue of tolerating ideas that offend!

Yes, it’s true that Fuckersperg can’t be marched to the gallows for censoring speech on his idiotic attention whore enabling website. But what shitlibs who defend the sanitization of Realtalk never grasp is that censorship needn’t be a government-only campaign for millions of American citizens to have their voices effectively silenced. When nearly every major information medium is owned and operated by scorched-earth leftoids (and sniveling cuckservatives) harboring intense hatred for normal, core White Americans, then in practice their coordinated (organic or conspired) attacks on unauthorized speech amount to a society-wide censoring — a disenfranchisement, if you will — of those who don’t toe the Party Line.

Leftoid: “but but durrr you can’t yell fire in a theater, shitlord!”

And that’ll be the end of sensible human communication with the leftoid, and the beginning of slapping him aside with the back of your pimp hand.

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It’s a perennial question among aspiring skirt-chasers:

Should the novice seducer cut his teeth on hot babes or ease into the womanizer’s ways on less intimidating plain janes? It’s the “stepping stone” theory versus the “immersion therapy” theory, and there are equal numbers of advocates for each model.

CH take: On paper, the Hot Babe Immersion Theory is more sound than the Plain Jane Stepping Stone Theory, but in practice I think it has some limitations which I will discuss below.

Reader themanofmystery2 gives the best argument in favor of Hot Babe Immersion,

CH, what do you think about this approach for newbies? I’m teaching my late-teens cousins this tactic.

Find the hottest women in every situation, and ONLY APPROACH THEM. they are likely to produce the most anxiety, but there is no substitute for logging the time and experience. Every minute spend chatting up a 10 makes you more skilled at chatting up a 10. The conversation itself should be the goal, just to log the hours. Get on the fucking bike and fall off a few times. Skip past the training wheels.


1. If you score, it’s a fucking home run and confidence builder
2. If you get rejected, there’s no shame in getting rejected by a 10. Happens to the best of us.
3. 9s and 10s, for various reasons espoused here and elsewhere in the manosphere, tend to have sweeter dispositions and are approached less than 6s, 7s, and 8s. This results in less Bitch Backturns.

The logic appears airtight. “If you want to get better at seducing hot babes, you’ve gotta talk to hot babes.”

And all three benefits themanofmystery2 describes are valid: successfully seducing a hot babe is a confidence boost on par with closing a multi-million dollar deal, the rejection won’t sting as much, and HB8s, 9s, and 10s are less antagonistic than 6s and 7s, the latter’s shitty attitudes effected in no small part by the greater number of low value men hitting on them (because they think they have a chance).

No argument there. HOWEVER… based on what I’ve sometimes seen happen in the field with my struggling friends who skip past the dross and head straight to the frothy top-cream, there are some drawbacks to following the Hot Babe Immersion Therapy protocol that aren’t immediately apparent to classroom analysis.

Some negative feedback loops in the Hot Bab Immersion Therapy model:

  • a very inexperience man will find it exceedingly difficult to maintain state control in the interactive presence of a very beautiful woman.

You can lead a beta to a beauty, but you can’t force the beta to talk to her without loading his pants. Shock and awe may be a lethal military strategy, but in the sexual market it’s usually the beta male standing there shocked and awed into stupefaction by a dazzling beauty. For a beta like this, it’s simply a better strategy to overcome tingle-killing social awkwardness with practice on girls who don’t fry his brain, and then move on to hotter women as his state control skill improves.

  • hitting on the hottest babes is sometimes used by goofy betas as a cheat code for avoiding putting real effort into the seduction.

There’s a temptation among some of the more extroverted betas to unseriously hit on hot babes, and then take their blue ball home and claim victory. If this beta had instead hit on a less outrageously alien prospect like a plain jane, it would be harder for him to rationalize potential rejection as a “waddaya expect?” ego assuaging ploy. Unlike the afterglow of a happy post-HB9 perp walk that he would enjoy, he won’t be able to walk away empty-handed from an HB6 without feeling a little bit like a failure. And that’s what will spur him to make the necessary changes.

  • there’s a risk that the beta confuses friendly but asexual politeness from a hot babe for seduction progress.

This paradox was noted above. The hot babe will often be a more pleasant prospect to talk to at first because she won’t have as many bitch shields deployed as will the lesser women who must bat away the entreaties of all sorts of loser men. The very UNAPPROACHABLE HOTNESS of the hot babe protects her from unwanted beta and omega male solicitations. This is great for padawan betas who want practice chit chatting with hot babes, but there’s an insidious undertow: that hot babe’s affability is also likely to be misconstrued by novice casanovas lacking the acumen to distinguish sexually intrigued IOIs from polite friendliness. The risk of this happening with plain janes is obviously lower, because any attention from these mediocre girls that falls short of massaging your crotch bulge isn’t likely to stimulate overeager appraisals of reciprocated romantic interest.

  • hot babes are often nice babes, and that’s not necessarily a good thing for the novice seducer.

A hot babe hasn’t cultivated an air of nastiness or defensiveness like her more attainable sisters, so she’ll have a harder time turning up the volume on turning down a no-game-having, insistent beta male. The hot babe’s false acceptance of the socially clumsy beta can lead him to commit all sorts of cringing faux pas as he begins to believe he really has a shot with her. When she does snap and lower the boom, it will hit him like a ton of bricks, because he wasn’t expecting it. In the meantime, he will have learned nothing and his seduction skill will not have made any improvement. In contrast, the beta male can expect more shit tests, teasing, aggressiveness, qualifying, and token resistance from plain janes. Surmounting these common female obstacles will do more to hone his pickup skill than polite head-nodding from super nice hot babes.

  • hot babes almost ALWAYS have men in their lives. Plain janes often don’t. The rookie rogerer has, all else equal, a better crack at unclaimed crack.

The goal is sex, and sometimes even love. You can practice on hot babes and watch their faces glow with curiosity, but if they are taken that’s just one extra hurdle (a tall one) that you’ll have to jump if a bedroom finishing move is more than just an abstraction in your head. Getting ACTUAL NOTCHES under your belt will go a long way to boosting your confidence major, and as long as you don’t dip below some female attractiveness threshold that matters to you, then a sweaty night with an HB7 will pay more psychological dividends than a sexless night chatting up an HB9 for an hour. Now, this doesn’t mean you have to stay at that middling level; it means only that it helps to get to SOME level if you want to advance to higher levels.


Despite everything I’ve just written about the benefits to remedial lotharios of practicing on plain janes, I say there is room on the practice pitch for spectacular, high risk shots on goal. My advice is to mix it up. Hit on the plain janes and the hot babes. The honest feedback from the former will rapidly improve your game, while the effort spent on the latter will slowly inure you to their intoxicating beauty. Until, one day, the exquisite beauties become your daily bread.

And, in the meantime, a bonus: when the plainer girls see you flirting with the hot babes, they’ll be a LOT more receptive to your company when you decide to give them a chance. There’s nothing better than a fully lubed seduction.

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The latest liberal screech-out is high dudgeon over some prankster teenage muslim mud in Texas who brought a “””clock””” to school as a science project that looked suspiciously like a suitcase bomb, and his teacher justifiably freaked out and called the cops.

Status whoring badwhite-hating disingenuous shitsack liberals, of course, are springboarding off the incident to claim, for the umpteenth time, that racist White America keeps the mudman down, neglecting to mention while in thrall to their righteous indignation that White kids have been tossed out of school and hauled before court for, to wit, bringing in a pop tart bitten into the shape of a handgun.

America, fuck yeah!

Anyhow, as details have leaked past the Hivemind information bottleneck, it’s become apparent to anyone who isn’t a robotic, race creationsist leftoid that the kid was doing the bidding of his white-hating black muslim family. The “clock” was deliberately mocked-up to resemble a suitcase bomb and frighten White authorities, who would react in the appropriate way (and according to Texas law which explicitly forbids bringing objects to school that look like jihadi weapons of area-wide destruction).

The oh-so-innocent Ahmed’s darling parents are lined up behind him in faux outrage, delivering speeches to the media that sound like they were scripted by a team of Alinskyte shock-troop Eskimos.

An emailer adds to the evidence that this bomb/clock story is a giant middle mudfinger in the face of White America,

RE: Ahmed’s completely innocent homemade clock.

When I first heard about Ahmed, the kid who made the news for his “bomb” clock project, I took his side. I played with discrete electronics as a kid. I built breadboards, I soldered, and I experimented with early robotics… In this STEM obsessed educational system, why couldn’t the school officials quickly dismiss this scare as a science project? Why did this make the news? I just didn’t get it… and then I saw a picture of the clock.

From CNN: “A teenager with dreams of becoming an engineer, he wanted to show his teacher the digital clock he’d made from a pencil case.”

Anyone with an understanding of electronics will immediately see this “homemade clock” is not the tinkering of a child or teen. It was never Ahmed’s idea to begin with. This isn’t some innocent science project. The picture of the clock exposes the lie. Ahmed did not lovingly patch together IC chips and resistors, as the media would like you to believe. What you see is the guts from a manufactured digital clock, right down to the 9 volt memory backup, and the prefab button board. Absolutely nothing was made. It’s the equivalent of taking the plastic surround off of your TV and claiming you “made” a TV.

Look at the case itself. CNN calls it a “pencil case.” Please. The whole package is vaguely sinister, and it’s intentional. Notice the nondescript packet of unidentified white powder. See that nice dent in the side? I wonder if you could stash plastic explosives behind that huge LED. Why is the lining so bumpy? Look at the shoddy taping and the twisted wire used to close the case. It’s almost as if someone designed this clock to look like a questionable object.

Again, from CNN: “”I built a clock to impress my teacher but when I showed it to her, she thought it was a threat to her,” Ahmed told reporters Wednesday.” It was really sad that she took the wrong impression of it.””

Ahmed, you didn’t build a clock. You’re a pawn to your Dad’s political and social agenda. This is all a creation of your father. I’m sure he involved you in the process, and made you feel as though you were truly making something, but you didn’t. It’s a clock without its case. Everything in the “pencil case” was made in a factory. See, a legitimate electronics project full of diodes and resistors looks innocent. It usually runs off of a battery, not an exposed AC to DC transformer… speaking of science projects, Ahmed, why again did you bring this to class? Was it part of an assignment? Oh, you just wanted to impress your teacher with a clock you rearranged inside a small briefcase? Hmm…

From dallasnews.com: ““He fixed my phone, my car, my computer,” Mohamed Elhassan Mohamed said. “He is a very smart, brilliant kid.”

If he were so smart, he’d know the difference between creating a circuit and stripping the guts from a manufactured clock. His dad helped him “make” this, and dad helped to make this “project” look as questionable as possible, within the realm of plausible deniability.

The dad is a politician.  He made this happen. Whatever agenda he’s advancing, it just further demonizes western society, and reminds us all to be guilty for how racist we all are. Maybe that’s the agenda.

It’s propaganda.

Yes, and these anti-White ingrates wouldn’t get nearly so much mileage out of their schtick if they weren’t enabled by a ready and willing army of millions of fanatical white leftoids (and their eskimo paymasters) to see how much they can freely shit in the faces of normal White Americans.

Perchance to say, wake up white man. It’s getting ugly out there.

Yet more proof of the CH ur-maxim:


Strip away the particulars of these increasingly unhinged and ludicrous attacks against BadWhite America, and we are left with two insistent questions:

Why are all these ingrate nonWhites even in America in the first place?


Why do White Leftoids have so much power?

Someone’s gotta ask the first principle questions; it may as well be CH.

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There is a card that women can play which is not readily available to men. That is the exhibitionism card, and women are capable of playing this hand with manipulative glee.

The Manipulative Exhibitionist (“the ME girl” for short) uses her body and her girlishness to get a rise out of men. She is usually a BPD attention whore with a strong streak of self-love, although every woman of sufficient youth and attractiveness will occasionally indulge in a spate of manipulative exhibitionism — how else will a girl get a man’s attention if she doesn’t advertise her goods at least a little bit? — for various purposes.

Those purposes include, but are not limited to:

Feeling attractive again to men after the end of a long relationship.
Capturing the interest of an aloof alpha male.
Tormenting beta males or the boyfriends of her girl friends.
Testing her sexual market value after a big weight loss/new hairdo/new clothes.
Passive-aggressive acting out stemming from psychological control freak issues.
Sending a message to her BFFs who are in happy relationships that she still has the power to steal their men.

As you can see, the ME girl’s manipulations can run the spectrum from clumsily benign (heavy-handed flirting with a man she likes) to sadistically malign (cockteaser/social circle saboteur). Most girls are on the less evil end of the ME spectrum, but there are a nontrivial minority of ME girls who are breathtakingly exploitative, and among them the majority are likely sociopaths or even psychopaths. (For proof of the obligate ME girl’s sociopathy, try calling out an ME girl on her antics and get ready for a shit river of obfuscating denial and blame-shifting.)

A girl who is simply showing a little skin or acting girlish in an effort to flirt with you is easily parried. A dab of push-pull will do ya.

GIRL: [showing leg, letting her skirt creep up and watching your reaction] Wow, take a picture it’ll last longer!
DEVIL’S MENTOR: I don’t want a picture of your knobby knees.

But that’s Game 101. What about the ME girls who take it to the next level? How would you handle a girl who, for instance, while tipping her chest to show you the deepest ravine of her cleavage says things like, “Be careful, your girlfriend’s watching”, right in front of your gf/date? Or the girl who jumps in your lap, grinds into you as your friends nervously laugh, and hops off blithely announcing, “uh oh, someone’s getting the wrong idea!” (She will say this even if no part of you got the wrong idea.) Or what about the girl who goes to the bathroom at house parties with the door open, talking to people outside during which you can hear her piss hit the water? Or the girl who, elevating her ME craft to levels of artistry unknown in the pre-modern world, gives you a Basic Instinct glimpse of her underskirt bare pussy, lingers in that position for a w(hole) note beat, then snaps her legs shut and accusatorially asks if you “enjoyed the show”.

The worst of the ME girls are power-tripping narcissists who love inciting sexual arousal in men, but especially in men with whom they have no reciprocal romantic interest. I.e., the classic cocktease, on roids. This is important, because the ME girl’s feeling of control and power over men would be harder to sustain in the presence of a man who likewise aroused her own curiosity.

The Power Tripper ME girl loves the reaction of sex-struck beta males driven to catatonic impotence, but she loves even more the consequent opportunity to put those betas in their places. This is why more than a few Power Trippers are past-peak women in their late 20s and early 30s; she is the woman in dire need of reassurance that she still has the slut stuff to play bumbling betas for marionettes.

Power Trippers will also try to provoke alpha males, but usually only alphas who are spoken for by another woman (typically the PT’s bestie girl friend). This is the darkest soul of PTME girls, the part of them that is nourished by triumphant demonstrations of their slutty allure over “off-limits” alpha men who are hamstrung by their relationships from retaliating in kind (aka pushing the PTME girl to a bedroom finale).

These are the girls you will need to learn how to handle, for your own mental peace as much as for the bang possibilities. If you let an ME girl run roughshod over you, she will be emboldened to worse behavior the next time you two are in the same room together. And, her female form of sadism is boundless, so there’s a real risk she’ll segue her power hungry exhibitionism into blowing up the relationships of her friends.

I’ve found that calling the ME girl’s bluff can backfire if you aren’t prepared to go toe to toe with her during the drawn-out aftermath. If an ME girl gets point-blank called out, she’ll respond with a greater range of theatrics than you thought she possessed. Expect her loudness and mannerisms to intensify, because she has a cultivated insensitivity to the fallout from making a scene in public. There is a danger too that she will act out like a dishonored maiden, signaling to any brave and stupid white knights in the immediate vicinity to rush to her defense.

The better response is to humorously clue her into the fact that you know what she’s up to, without going all the way to angrily indicting her for malfeasant immodesty.

“Jiggling your tits? That’s quaint, like something my grandma would’ve done back in her day. How many men does that work on?”

“Hey, what do you think this place is, a brothel?”

“You’re all class.”

“The burlesque club is down the street.”

“I was about to say ‘show me your tits’ but you beat me to it.”

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that.” (If she plays innocent and asks what you mean by that, summon the spirit of The Trumpening and say, “Your game is weak, you’re a weak game-having girl. Give me a real challenge.”)

If she ups the ante and says something like, “No way, you’re a creepy perv. Your head is in the wrong place”, keep teasing her for her bad acting at playing the innocent naif.

“Whatever, I’m not the one [going commando/leaving the bathroom door open/pretending like my boobs aren’t “””accidentally””” falling out of my shirt].”

Laugh her off, win over the crowd, and the ME girl is humbled. You might not see much of her again after your victory, because she prefers easy marks who won’t know what they’re up against, and untrammeled social pastures where her reputation hasn’t yet caught up to her.

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Reader PA says Whites in their homelands are fighting WWIII, even if they don’t know it (yet). The evidence that there is an open borders war by the ruling class aggressors to demographically and culturally swamp Whites with non-Whites and essentially render them powerless in their homelands can no longer be contained or massaged by the Leftoid Equalist Hivemind.

But, we need a name for  this war. Branding matters. People are gripped by slogans with emotional resonance much more than they’re moved by arid data. Everyone needs to know that we are at war, and this isn’t the griping of some doomsday cult.

The “Cold War” maintained a hold on the American consciousness for decades, because it was starkly descriptive of the (mostly) bloodless nature of the ideological conflict between the world’s only two superpowers. (In hindsight, it seems so quaint now. Official American ideology has become something worse than mid-century Soviet ideology.)

So, I asked readers to come up with a name for WWIII: The War to Displace Whites from their Homelands by encouraging the invasion, legal and illegal, of tens of millions of non-White foreigners. The Forces of Light need their COPROP if they want to win the semantic battle for hearts and minds.

I came up with a few ideas:

The Thousand Cuts War
The Tikkun Olam War
The American War
The Racial Cleansing War
The War of White Dispossession
Civil War II
The Fratricidal War
Albion’s War
The War of White Replacement

I’m not particularly enamored of any of these. Readers came up with more:

World War White
War of Ethnic Displacement
The Cuck War
White Genocide
The Anti-Euro War
The Global Blockbusting War

All right, warriors, put your heads together and come up with something riveting. Your nation depends on you.

The winner will be rewarded with the pride of knowing he contributed to the rebellion’s morale to retake America from alien invaders and overthrow the traitors who perpetrated this great crime against the nation.

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A reader alerted the CH audience to an excellent write-up by a seduction forum member, The Thin Man, titled “Woman’s 3 Fantasy Archetypes“. The archetypes the author describes specifically refer to “fantasy sexual scenarios”, but they sound similar to the femme fatale personality archetypes discussed here at the Chateau.

By understanding women’s archetypical sexual fantasies, and by identifying which fantasy animates a particular woman, a man can tailor his seduction sales pitch to better match a woman’s deepest desires.

Archetype 1) Pretty Pretty Princess- In the PPP scenario the woman’s desire is to be transformed by her sexual connection to a powerful man. The most common and foundational version of this sexual scenario is the Cinderella Fairy Tail. Cinderella is a scullery maid whose inner secret class and beauty are revealed through a super natural Fairy God Mother make over and a romantic evening with a good looking, rich and powerful man… Kissing and magic shoe shopping transform her into a princess.

The transformative archetype is why the part of Pretty Woman where Richard Gere buys the dresses for Julia Roberts, is so sexy to women… She is transformed from a prostitute, with a secret heart of gold, into an elegant socialite, who is so exquisitely sensitive that she cries at Italian operas! […]

The PPP is most attracted to highly self-developed men, because she literally wants to lose herself in your world. If she is whisked away on your horse, motorcycle, pirate ship, or limo… She must put herself in your hands, change her cloths hair and manners to match your world… This mean what happens next is up to you, she is rendered open and compliant. Because the Pretty Princes is aroused by the emotional rush of the giving over her self-transformation to a man, she is the most vulnerable of the three archetypes…The Princes does not risk her body, she risks her identity.

The PPP female fantasy archetype is held by women who most desire extreme sexual/personality polarity in their relatonships. They want to feel 100% woman with a man, and to achieve this they will execute a few feints in the opposite direction to test your fortitude to stay in the hunt and bend her to your will. Leading, giving directions, making demands, creating scenarios, emphasizing sex differences, and role playing are all effective seduction and romance techniques on the PPP girl.

The Amazonian Alpha and The Gold-digger are the two types of women most susceptible to cultivating PPP fantasies. These two female archetypes, each strong in their very non-feminist, but exceedingly feminine ways, are the women who crave a man stronger than them with whom they can finally feel 100% the woman they want to be.

Archetype 2 Over Come with Passion- The 3 sexist words in the English language to an OCP are… It Just Happened… Passion women have a lot to say and unlike the girly purr of a Pretty Princes, it tends to be pretty declarative, “We just could not help ourselves and tore each other’s cloths off… We were like animals…I could not help it… I never do anything like this…We were in public… Other people might have seen… We are practically strangers… Oh god this is so fucking HOT…”

Passion woman require the strongest masculine frame from you because their sexual scenario is about letting go of their inhibitions, they are aroused by transgression and risk. She is a little frightened by the intensity of her own desire and what she might do to satisfy it. She needs to trust you with that. This is why the OCP seduction is all about passing shit tests and trading barbed comments. Each time she tests your frame and it stands up, it increases the sexual tension. She needs a man that can handle her emotion/passion who is strong and trustworthy enough for her to be able to let go of her controlled social veneer and let her true animalistic passion out.

The OCP fantasy girl is likely an Eternal Ingenue. This type is charming, psychologically manipulative, often quite pretty, and occasionally slutty (while expertly concealing her sluttiness to less experienced men). The Thin Man is right about this girl: She is a master of the shit test and beta bait, and won’t relent qualifying you, which will usually trip up betas. The Eternal Ingenue is always seeking the “perfect romance”, and this is why she exhibits a predilection for fantasies involving passionate escalation that fills her with hope her search for the ideal lover could be over.

If you balk at grabbing girls and violently kissing them at unauthorized moments, then you will fail with the OCP ingenue.

Archetype 3 Submission Fantasy- Many woman have a variety of submissive fantasy scenarios, but whether they are imagining bondage, rape, coercion, discipline, being a pet animal, or spanked like a naughty school girl, all submissive fantasy has one thing in common. She is not in charge… And so does not have to be responsible for the sex act… I am not a dirty like that, he made me do it… I was tied up…and uh… I loved it.

Submission women have found a loop hole that removes their ASD. How can I be being slutty if I was handcuffed to the bed… For many woman their innate sexual resistance is at war with their desire. Their sub conscious fixes the problem with scenarios where their volition in the sex act is somehow compromised. This is the key to Submission woman… They are not fundamentally about the spankings or the handcuffs or the rough sex… although it is likely they will enjoy some or all of these things; Submission Women fundamentally crave being told what to do. The way to tease out submission fantasy is to tell her to do something and see how she reacts. I usualy start with, “ Sit here… and let me look at you,” said with a strong contained sexual state and a closed mouth smile.

Ah, the submission fantasy. All women have submission fantasies, to a lesser or greater degree, but some women craft their identity around them. The candidate archetype most likely to have submission fantasies is the Waif/Neurotic.

The Waif Neurotic is dangerous because she is emotionally manipulative through use of her vulnerability and commitment avoidance. A vulnerable, pretty girl playing hard to get is kryptonite to naive men. She is a master at the art of the push-pull, capable of driving men insane with her opacity and her mixed messages. For this reason, game tactics that “flip the script” work quite well on her.

The Waif-Neurotic often has submission fantasies because she craves what she hardly every experiences: a cocky, aloof man who won’t fall for her shit and who won’t beg her for signs of reciprocal romance. All she knows is that men dance to her tune, and she would kill for a challenge once in a while. In the act of submitting to a ZFG man she finds release from her romantic ennui, and for the first time in her life falls in love… with no psy ops strings attached.


Agent X adds,

An interesting follow-up would be the proclivities of these archetypes to cheating….and how to keep her faithful in a relationship.  Number 2, in particular, seems like a thrill junkie that is eventually going to end up in bed with the mailman unless that addiction to “ooooh..what am I even doing??” isn’t satisfied by some kind of risky/public sex life.

Number 1 would seem to be safe as long as Prince Even More Charming didn’t come along, but I suppose that’s basic hypergamy.  However, since her fantasy involves transformation and some kind of “story”, it would seem she’d be far less likely to slink into the bar broom closet with Chad on a business trip.

Number 3 seems to be the least naturally inclined to cheating.  A basic level of frame would seem to keep her happily in her place submitting to her man.

Overall, Number 2 seems to be the one least likely to remain faithful long term.  If your game involves relatively young divorcees or naughty housewives, it would seem your playbook is simplified a bit.  I-Don’t-Know-What-We’re-Doing Game.

Yes, #2 — the OCP (Overcome by Passion) woman — is the greatest infidelity risk.

Here’s a serviceable CH Maxim (that would be less salient for men with game):

Maxim #31: The faster a woman falls into bed, the faster she’ll fall into another bed.

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