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I read this in a fantasy novel called: The Etherial Squadron by Shami Stovall...

"Women want men who are gentle with them, but rough with everyone else. You have to be tough on the outside, but soft enough for them to feel like they've learned the real you."

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"Second, you need to make eye contact as much as you can. Across the room. In a conversation. While you eat. Whenever. you.
Can. Women love it when you stare deeply into their eyes. Lastly, you need to pick a physical feature about them and compliment it as the most beautiful you have ever seen. Her eyes. Her hair. Her complexion. No other girl compares. Got it?"

From what I’ve heard and seen in the USA if you’re a normal guy, you might as well just give up.

In Japan you have an epidemic of lonely men. A tiny birth rate that is going to destroy the country: All due to the fact:

• Women work
• Less social interaction
• Women have insane standards - high education, rich, good family background, handsome and tall, good personality…. Basically 1-2% of young men, the rest are dead to them. Basically like America.
• People get married so late, resulting in fertility issues

👉Bringing women up in the world results in global suicide.
👉Many western men are about to get real lonely and depressed.

I have reason to believe that more people per capita (specifically referring to white men) found black women attractive back then. I believe this was for some reasons:

- Black women styled their hair differently back then (Look up black women in 1950’s)

- Tight-knit communities (even among European descendants) like Irish being connected to Irish communities

- Perceptions of societal disruptions if black people and white people were to interact in certain ways due to beliefs in ways of life being tied to races

I asked an AI to shorten my original details so this post made not sound like me.

ok so I think I said this before in my old account but when I was a kid my mom used to run a side hustle selling women’s underwear and lingerie. Since we didn’t have a storefront, she’d either sell at home or go to customers’ places, and I’d tag along to help carry the merchandise.

obviously clients were always women, mostly in their 20s and older. I vividly remember how they’d casually strip down to try on bras and panties, asking each other stuff like, “Does this fit? does it make my boobs perkier? does it make my ass look bigger? you Think my man would like it?” and rarely cared that I was there; others might point it out, but they’d brush it off, saying things like, “He’s just a kid; it’s fine,” or even tell me directly, “is ok honey, you don’t need to look away.”

anyways unlike the typical American, I didn’t grow up feeling weird about nudity. But now as an adult, thinking back, it’s got me questioning. Its like now those moments feel connected to the way modern feminists sometimes use public nudity as a form of “empowerment.” Whether it’s women in protests today stripping down for attention or those in the 60s burning bras, there’s this pattern of framing nudity as liberation.

Looking back, I wonder since my mom’s customers did not see me as a threat that they probably were using my presence to feem empowered themselves Consciously or not, since they might’ve been feeding off the idea of being seen but thought there werent gonna be any consequences since I was a kid. its like the dots are suddenly connecting now.