The feminist war against Beauty and Passion
2013/05/10 Leave a comment
“What is wrong with Beauty, is beauty supposed to be feminist or something?
“Beauty is boundless, it obeys no man-made limit or restriction. You owe them
She replied:
We may wonder what kind of fucked up world we live in, inasmuch as Beauty has to
Love is here, never elsewhere…
2013/01/01 9 Comments
At the beginning there were two, but three other
lonely women showed up.
I was the only male in this company tonight.
Me and 5 stunning women – including my girlfriend.
Pretty surreal!
Most uncommon New Years Eve.
Many people are craving for company and love.
Similar to the girls I was surrounded by tonight.
It was quite bewildering to witness.
These women despite their striking beauty
were complaining about having a hard time
to attract a man.
You could feel their being sad about being mateless.
I told them that unless they take the trouble to know
WHO THEY ARE,
unless they find out and investigate what they really like,
love to do, discovering their inner center and real vocation in life,
they will keep attracting even more loneliness
and relational disappointment.
One of them kind of heard my words:
“There has to be a certain reason why I ended up here meeting you”
she said.
Pretty paradoxical:
Despite her saying this, she couldn`t visibly consider her own words.
She gave me the ball:
“So fortunate you are, aren`t you happy with 5 girls around you?”
As if my words were about me…
No, they were not alert to heed the message.
They found my words “interesting”…and skilfully changed
the subject.
I GAVE THEM VALUABLE INFORMATION,
YET THEY FAILED TO RECOGNIZE IT…
Always elsewhere…
Like most of the people, they search in others what they seemingly
are not able TO GIVE THEMSELVES.
A portrait of woman today
2012/12/12 4 Comments
David939 says:
Women are the ones that tend to put so much emphasis on the romantic version of love and yet in my mind really have no idea how to find and keep that kind of love. When I have “loved” a woman I have done whatever I could to make her feel comfortable, cared for, important and loved. In return, because of their inability to exercise self-control, inability to be insightful into the way they act…starting expecting more from me than I was willing to give. In the end I was labelled as lazy and uncaring…and a misogynist. Today I am happy to be labelled as whatever someone sees fit. I have found someone who views and respects the action of love as I do and in the process I am free to speak out honestly against anyone that twists their version of love to suit only their own self-gratification.
Me:
I do hear your words.
What I can say is that our modern crisis is the direct outcome of women being totally
fucked up – that is, more or less estranged from whatever “natural femininity” entails.
There are undoubtedly some very few interesting women on the planet, but all in all,
woman today has become a terrible nuisance. A disaster:
Vanity, vanity, vanity in unthinkable forms, emotional poverty, – that would be rather appropriate to say total absence of emotions, – surface and only surface again in different versions, stupidity and fussiness, and above all a total disinterest for passion, decency, generosity, beauty, poetry or real love. Women seem to live and nourish themselves with their constant revenge on man. Man is to the only one to be blamed and hold responsible for their failing as women…So incredibly redundant…So unspeakably mean and meaningless…
Their only interests is to dominate, control, manipulate and punish man. Punishment is
The Recurrent Theme in everything.
They are so immensely boring, bloated and self-infatuated, humorless, huffy and fatuously predictable…They think they are entitled to get everything, but they give nothing in return…I have really wondered many times, how man puts up with average woman…
The women I cared for and loved, wanted to destroy me. Literally. They couldn´t stand my honest and innocent love. Of course, I admit I fell the victim of my own projection choosing a certain type of women..but still…I came to the conclusion that they cannot stand genuine feeling, purity, dignity, decency and straightforwardness.
They despise all these things, generally preferring all kind of absurd and twisted relations with uncouth men lying to them, demean and make them suffer. This type of savage man keeps them in “constant surprise.”
A girl I met confessed openly that if I am supposed to reach out to her, I have to literally lie to her. She was not at all interested to hear any truth…She at least admitted that…
Man has his portion of guilt in all this, but again, how can we be different when Real Motherhood has become nothing but a forlorn myth…?
Am I a misogynist speaking so bluntly?…Maybe I am…But that´s what you are called if
you dare call things by their real name…
Most men in different categories of age are aware of this. Nevertheless, I am so utterly amazed that there are so few who have the guts to express the truth about this.
Just to mention that I was fortunate to find a fairly loving, open, sincere, natural and stable girl by my side.
One in a million…
Great to read your comment. Hope we can continue the dialogue.
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Back to real Presence
2012/09/14 8 Comments
People are not alert, they are not mindful to this very moment; they neither listen nor see what is happening NOW. They live in a state of constant aloofness, always on the run to God knows where, always being somewhere else. They are strangers… even in their own life, strangers even to their bodies.
It is so sad. You may see the most good-looking girls, with all the blessed feminine attributes and alas…you look into their eyes, and you realize with awe that they are are not “at home”.
They´re totally uncomfortable in their bodies, they do not accept or know how to deal with their femininity; all their inner and outer attributes are more some kind of an ordeal to put up with, than something natural to enjoy.
It is a horrible nuisance to witness, but women have no real personality nowadys – as personality means presence – and what you see is “the same Vuitton girl” in all girls around. Speaking and behaving the same way, same cloths, same haircuts, same everything…Due to the fact that women have become so flat and neurotic, we all suffer becoming some kind of freaks.
Women behave like men and men like women. Woman deprived of femininity and man deprived of force and manhood.
People being so absent in their lives, you may wonder how can they ever learn or know something genuine, indeed, what kind of life can they have when they never touch anything for real…? Well, the bad news is they don´t have a real life, other than some kind of imaginary mise en scene.
They do all the “regular things” in life, yet always remaining in some kind of weird absent zone, always avoiding this present moment.
It is unbelievable. With these ghosts of people how can we ever speak of a real civilization? How can a culture deserve its name, when real Life is extinct, when everything is a blatant expression of absence and nothingness?
My aim and my concern here is this: we have to let our presence shine. This presence of ours needs to be so powerful in the here and now, so that it can be a living example and a guidance for everybody around to embrace. We have to try to bring people back home intro THEIR OWN PRESENCE.
Whether this is possible, I don´t know. But this is in my opinion, the most important and vital thing we can “strive after”.
A comment by Jane about the predicament of modern woman
2012/07/15 Leave a comment
Jane commented the other day my poem Awaiting Windows:
The women were lingering,
contemplating
their image.
The windows
were silently
contemplating
their absence
This poem needs to be sent around the world. It says so much about women, the craving for self-esteem, beauty, the hallucinating mind, am I good enough? Wonderful imagery. Did the windows feel the emptiness of the women looking for themselves? Engrained in a set of “cultural requirements,” are the women looking into the mirror saddened with their empty image? Why did they look for their “image?” Your poem offers much for discussion. A painful poem for me to consider deeply. Thank you for opening up the discontent of women. A Mirror for Encounters!
“Some women marry houses,
It’s another kind of skin, it has a heart,
a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.
The walls are permanent and pink.
See how she sits on her knees all day,
faithfully washing herself down…”
” Many women live in the utmost spiritual and creative poverty; they are in fact ‘homeless’.”
Author Patricia Reis
Someone I talked with today says:
2012/07/05 1 Comment
“You are so profound”
“No, I am not at all profound”, I told her. “It´s more that I find superficiality very tedious and never satisfactory. Well, to be honest, shallowness bores me to death.”
Isn´t it funny, that I am often labeled as “profound”. Profound meaning - in many womens´ interpretation – unreachable, intriguing but elusive, not easy to dominate.
“You may be interesting, but I am kind of scared of you – it unsettles me as I can´t control you, you are too unpredictable”, that´s a known tacit feminine refrain.
I begged her
2012/06/21 2 Comments
Most men are incredibly dumb. They like their women to be single-minded, in order not to feel disturbed and menaced in their idiotic self-pride. So many women, despite being sensitive and intelligent, have to play stupid in order to find a man.
“I hate stupidity” I told her.
“I don´t think stupid women are sexy”. So please, stop acting stupid, stop thwarting yourself, thinking that by playing daft and insensitive you will be liked and accepted.
Another conversation between Richard and me
2012/05/23 7 Comments
Richard started:
-Why should I care about my gossip five minutes ago…?
-Well, we all have a feminine side inside of us…
- 
Don´t be too negative ! Really, I put up so many plans and schedules and there’s always somebody who interferes. That makes me upset.
-Who said this?
-I did. That’s the sum of my experiences with that species…
-You know…God created women and interuptions…let ´s be grateful for that 
-If you say so…
I agree, but I wouldn’t admit that officially.
-Well, the inofficial truth is more fun, isn´it?…:)
Intermezzo
2012/03/28 2 Comments
A man sitting next to me in the subway. He must have been around 45-50.
Can a man understand women?…Hardly ever, he said with a rather sad smile.
It´s so funny, he went on, my wife thinks I cheat on her. But how the hell can I be unfaithful when I hardly manage to be faithful…? 
So, I wanted to put a smile on your faces. I am off to Budapest and further to Romania.
The sunny teracces are waiting for me there.
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