Post: #26

Good stuff. Hell, great stuff. Thanks for posting this.

Post: #27

I never heard of this blog before. Looks very insightful. Does anybody have the 600 pages PDF? I would love to receive a copy. IM me and i'll give you my email.

Thanks

Post: #28

(12-17-2014 11:33 AM)Chivas989 Wrote:  I never heard of this blog before. Looks very insightful. Does anybody have the 600 pages PDF? I would love to receive a copy. IM me and i'll give you my email.

Thanks

It's in the original post actually. Here's the original link.

It's inside the .zip file listed. The largest file, laidnycpdf.pdf

Post: #29

(12-18-2014 05:03 PM)AneroidOcean Wrote:  

(12-17-2014 11:33 AM)Chivas989 Wrote:  I never heard of this blog before. Looks very insightful. Does anybody have the 600 pages PDF? I would love to receive a copy. IM me and i'll give you my email.

Thanks

It's in the original post actually. Here's the original link.

anyone have a link that works to all of the laidnyc material? I tried that link above and it brought me to a dead end webpage saying "this page can't be displayed"


It's inside the .zip file listed. The largest file, laidnycpdf.pdf

Post: #30

(12-18-2014 05:41 PM)robreke Wrote:  

(12-18-2014 05:03 PM)AneroidOcean Wrote:  

(12-17-2014 11:33 AM)Chivas989 Wrote:  I never heard of this blog before. Looks very insightful. Does anybody have the 600 pages PDF? I would love to receive a copy. IM me and i'll give you my email.

Thanks

It's in the original post actually. Here's the original link.

anyone have a link that works to all of the laidnyc material? I tried that link above and it brought me to a dead end webpage saying "this page can't be displayed"


It's inside the .zip file listed. The largest file, laidnycpdf.pdf

Your ISP must be blocking access to that site. PM me your e-mail address and I'll shoot it over to you. Anyone else who can't access it feel free to PM me too.

Post: #31

Awesome! Thanks!

I got the file. Anybody else wants the file, DM me your emails and Ill send.

cheers!

Post: #32

Gold

Post: #33

When I first heard about LaidNYC, he was in the process of shutting down his blog. Thanks to the guy who posted the pdf of his entire blog.

Post: #34

Quote:Girl Game

In game blogs, it is often asserted that women can’t have game beyond some [1]gold-digging exceptions. I disagree. The problem is guys who make that claim are looking at it through the lens of ”guy goals” of money and sex. Sure, there is little a girl can do in that regard besides find a sucker and be a hot slut.

However, girls are more concerned with getting a man to bond to her on a deep level and acquire his love. For that, there are some things she can do.

Girls, Lets get two things out of the way first:

90 % of your appeal to men is your looks. If you don’t have the genes, this can suck but you have to do what you can: Stay thin, wear makeup, keep your hair long and dress to look good, not to assert your status to women.
Fear the wall. Do everything you can to delay or lessen the blow of the wall through healthy liv- ing, but know it is coming. Know that you will be gross and undesirable long before your male peers. This is not fair. This sucks. But you must accept it.

But enough about your looks, you shallow, superficial woman! What about your personality?

Act like the guys you aren’t attracted to. For example, a guy who brings gifts to a woman before sex will surely not to get laid. How about the other way around? A girl once brought me a little keepsake on our second date. ”I got this for you”, she giggled. It was a little painted figurine of something we had talked about on our first date. Nothing special or valuable. Yet I keep it in my ”girl box” full of memories of girls past, like slips of paper with phone numbers, birthday cards, panties, etc. I never slept with her (her choice), yet I still think about her sometimes.

Know how to compliment a man. For every time you call a man nice, sweet, and sensitive, tell him ten times that he’s confident, a leader, funny, charming, handsome, manly, ambitious, and athletic. Men instinctively know nice guys get cuckolded. The first girl to ever reject him probably told him he was nice. Being nice is bad. Even if he is nice to you, that is not how he wants to be defined. Show him you see him how he wants to be seen.

Leave cute notes for him to find. My favorite thing a girl has ever done for me was leave a note in my underwear drawer that said ”Roses are red, violets are blue, I like having sex with you <3”. It doesn’t even have to be a sexual note. A simple note reading ”I did your dishes babe, *muah*” gets the job done just fine. Girliness of handwriting counts. Write in pink or purple ink/marker. It is my educated opinion after years of dating that American girls need some serious work on their note-writing game.

To the guys: Steal this tactic. Girls I date now get lustful Post-it scribbles from me inside their panties and bras.

Girl up your voice. High, feminine voices are heart-melting. I have a voicemail from an old fling saved on my hard drive. She wasn’t saying anything special, just calling to make plans, but her voice was so sweet and girly that I can still listen to it and enjoy her essence. What if your voice isn’t high? If you smoke, quit. You sound like a gravely road. If you don’t smoke and your voice is not pure girl, consider some voice/singing lessons so you can better control it.

Let him do things for you, then show appreciation. The key: Have him do masculine things, not emasculating things. Ask if he’ll help check your oil or protect you from something. Don’t ask him to hold your purse or run to the store for you. He should feel like a protector filling masculine gender roles, not a servant doing a butler’s job. When he does something for you, show genuine appreciation. He’d prefer it be sexual in nature, but it doesn’t have to be. A sincere thank you is bare minimum.

Men want to be men, give him the opportunity.

Present authentic emotion. I once had the First Big Fight with a girl I had been dating for about four months. When it became clear to her that she was wrong and I really was considering leaving her, she kneeled in front of me, tears streaming down her face like a faucet, begging me not to leave her.
I saw passion. Deep emotional capacity. Modesty. Willingness to submit. Real fear of losing me. Until that moment, I really didn’t know I meant so much to her. I didn’t leave her. It brought us closer together.

Some might say ”she manipulated you by crying”. Nah. A man with enough experience can tell the difference. Not all tears are manipulative but there’s a reason women try to use manipulative tears: Men respond to real tears.

The corollary of course:

Cut out the fake tears. If you cry to manipulate and play the victim, you won’t respect the man who falls for it, and you will piss off the man who doesn’t.

Cook, clean, sew. Fill the feminine void in a man’s life. If he loses a button, you say I can fix that for you. You always have a new recipe you want him to try. You bake him and his friends chocolate chip cookies just because. Your first reaction when you go to his place isn’t to plop on the couch, it is to clean the kitchen.

Be sunshine. Brooding men are hot. Brooding women look infertile. Starting today, your default emotion is happiness. Your default facial expression is a smile. You treat people pleasantly and sweetly. You do not make sarcastic jokes. You laugh at other people’s jokes. You giggle. You don’t engage in serious or negative conversations. You are a ray of sunshine and you do not care if people who are less happy judge you for being happy.

Earn trust. There’s sexual trust, and there’s verbal trust. You need to earn both. For one, he needs to know you won’t sleep around on him. One way to show this is by not sleeping with him too fast. Men instinctively know that girls who spread their legs quickly for them spread their legs quickly for other men as well. He also needs to know you won’t spill any secret he tells you in confidence. This is, I believe, the rarest quality for a girl to have. I’m not sure I’ve ever fully trusted a girl in this regard, not even my own mother. If you are a trustworthy girl who does not gossip you are worth your weight in princess cut diamonds.

Avoid projection at all costs. Women are attracted to leadership, humor, status and ambition in their men, so some girls falsely believe they can attract men by being ambitious and status-driven. This does not work. The feminine attracts the masculine. To attract a man, do not act like a man.
I’m not just being hard on you here, girls. Men are guilty of projection as well. Beta males want girls to be devoted and emotional towards them, so they give out their emotions and devotion easily. Men are very attracted to looks so we end up with chest-shaving metrosexuals. Men are just as guilty of projection in this area as women.

A word on clinginess. If a guy thinks you’re ”clingy”, he’s just not that into you. Remember Vince Vaughn in Wedding Crashers alerting of a ”Stage 5 Virgin Clinger”? This was a problem because he wanted to fuck her and leave her as soon as possible. If your goal is to be fucked and chucked, then by all means present yourself as time-free pussy. If not, cling a little. Take some intiative in texting him. Give a little PDA. Show him you want to spend time with him.

I’m not saying become an obsessive stalker, but when a man is looking for a girlfriend, a little clinginess is much better than the alternative. Players don’t want the emotional commitment that clinginess signals. Boyfriend material does. The hotter a guy thinks you are and the more he wants to keep you around, the less of a problem your clinginess is.

Go forth and girlify.

Really liked this one.

Post: #35

Quote:What Rhymes With Hug Me?

I have no opinion on the song ”Blurred Lines”.

Its catchy, but so is herpes.

I also didn’t read or care about the feminist backlash to the video, or the response to the feminist backlash, because I could give less than a fuck.
But I do want to discuss one thing about it, and I think you know what that one thing is.

You know you want it

The 10 that was dancing around, you know the one who made two other models look like the Golden Girls in comparison?

Here is what she said about the video:

“When I first saw the video, I was like, Oh, Jesus Christ, I’m so naked. Not just naked, so revealed....my personality. There was no glamour involved. I was just silly and playful and kind of ridiculousa big dork. And I only let my best friends see that. Or if I’ve had a couple of cocktails.”

To her, she isn’t a sexy naked girl in this video, inspiration for boners and pause buttons. She is a big dork.

And that is how you should see her, too.

Hot girls get it, they’re hot. Everyone sees they’re hot. The quicker you get past it and ignore it, the better.

She’ll feel most validated, most qualified, if she thinks you see her how she sees herself. Whether she identifies as a singer or people pleaser or spiritualist or bitch or yes, a dork.

In Robert Cialdini’s classic Influence, he says we like people who like us. I think more specifically we like people who like what we like about ourselves.
The hot chick from Blurred Lines sees herself as a dork, and likes her dorky side, and that’s what she wants people to like. Obviously most guys won’t get past the beauty, making it a tremendous filtering mechanism.

These are important questions to think about when seducing a girl though: How does she see herself? What does she like about herself?

The bold part is genius.

Post: #36

I absolutely love this post.

LaidNYC Wrote:The True Measure of a Man

The Great Kingdom put out a search to nd the greatest man in the kingdom.

Any man could apply, and there would be a test given out by the powerful and mysterious King of Ceremonies. The announcement was vague, nobody knew what the test would be. There was heavy debate in the kingdom of what test the King of Ceremonies would select as the true measure of a man.

On the chosen day many men gathered around to compete. Men from all over The Great Kingdom with special talents or claims to fame decided to show up and try their luck.

There was Jacob, the strongest man in The Great Kingdom. "I can deadlift 1100 pounds raw and I bench 700 pounds", says Jacob. "Surely the test will be one of strength, as that is the true measure of a man."

Another man cut in, his name was Jarvis. He towered over the others, casting a large shadow in his wake. "No. I am the tallest man in The Great Kingdom", said Jarvis, "and I can assure you the test will be one of height, as that is the true measure of a man."

Marcus, a man of medium build speaks up, "How primitive! I sir, have the highest measured IQ in The Great Kingdom. I have achieved perfect scores on several standardized tests. Surely the test will be one of intelligence, as that is the true measure of a man."

"You're all wrong!" says James, laughing, "I have the largest penis in The Great Kingdom. It is nearly two feet in length. The tester will surely be measuring our dicks, as that is the true measure of a man."

"You peasants!", says Wesley, a man dressed in a designer suit, "I own five banks and three car dealerships. I have vaults in my many homes filled with solid gold bars. I am the richest man in The Great Kingdom. Surely the test will be one of wealth, as that is the true measure of a man."

Just then another man walks up and joins the hopefuls. He appears unimpressive. He is below average in height and dress. He is not especially good looking or well built.

"Who are you?" asks Wesley "The Man", says The Man, looking him in the eye condently.
"Do you have any amazing talents?" asks Marcus
"How big is your dick?" asks James
"You don't look like much", says Jarvis, "Surely you'll be no competition in whatever the test may be."

The Man stands calmly and self-possessed with a hint of a smirk on his face, not listening to the chatter of the others.

As the other men continue to bicker while waiting for the King of Ceremonies to arrive, a young woman walks by the group. She has long, flowing hair. She has breasts of the perfect size, legs of the perfect length, and an ass with the perfect roundness and firmness. Her dress is enticing enough to inspire lust but modest enough to imply a woman of good character and class. Her walk is sexy enough to attract the eyes but humble and feminine enough to imply virtue. Her face is a composite of every beautiful woman who has ever lived. She is perfection.

Each man in the group desires her.
"She looks like she's in a hurry" says Jacob
"She looks like a bitch" says Jarvis
"She looks like she's walking towards that guy" says Marcus, "It could be her boyfriend"
"She looks like a slut, she's not that hot", says James
"She looks like she's enjoying the music on her iPod and doesn't want to be bothered" says Wesley
"She looks like she's just my type" says The Man

The Man walks over to her and signals for her to take her headphones off. He starts talking to he and she responds pleasantly, as the perfect woman would. The other men hover intently, listening to him speak, trying to assess his game. After they talk for a while, The Man asks for her phone number. Sorry, she says in the most polite and sweet way you've ever heard, but she has a boyfriend and she is actually in a hurry to see him. She hurries off.

The men all laugh in unison at The Man's failure.
"Your muscles weren't big enough for her" says Jacob
"You're too short for her" says Jarvis
"You were too stupid for her" says Marcus
"Your dick wasn't big enough for her" says James
"You're not rich enough for a girl like that" says Wesley

The Man does not respond, his calm demeanor unaffected. Its almost as if he doesn't hear the other men at all. He now has a visible smirk.

The King of Ceremonies appears, seemingly out of nowhere. He is even more grand and powerful than anyone had pictured. The men all pay their respects.

"The great King has arrived" says Jacob, "Will you be telling us what the test is now?"
"That was the test" says the King of Ceremonies, his voice booming.
"What was?" asks Jarvis

"THAT" says the King of Ceremonies, pointing at the beautiful girl still walking away in the distance.

"Ahhh, so the test is picking up chicks" says Marcus, "It appears The Man has failed!"
"Yes, so when do the rest of us get a chance?" asks James
"Silence you fools!" booms the King of Ceremonies, "The Man is the winner. The rest of you have failed."
"That's ridiculous" says Wesley, "That girl rejected him."
"Yeah" says Marcus "he tried to get her number and she wouldn't give it."

"You have missed the point, you blithering retard!" says the King of Ceremonies in the most regal voice you have ever heard, "The fact that the girl rejected him is irrelevant! The true measure of a man is one who overcomes his fears and doubters and goes after what he desires most in life!"

The King of Ceremonies continues, nobly: "All of you wanted that girl, and each one of you made an excuse for not going for her. Jacob, despite your muscle you couldn't show any strength in talking to her. Jarvis, your great height allowed you only to tower over the other cowards. Marcus, your great intelligence only helped you rationalize your failure intellectually. James, your genitalia is large but so was your fear of using it. Wesley, all your wealth couldn't buy you confidence in yourself."

"I get it." said Jacob, "So the ability to overcome anxieties about talking to hot women is the true measure of a man!"

The King of Ceremonies has to resist a great regal urge to walk over and kick Jacob in the dick. He sighs the most regal of sighs.

"Your failure to grasp the point disturbs me", says the King of Ceremonies, "The pickup arts are merely a metaphor. It is a microcosm of every other struggle in life. It is one area where there is a clear goal, a clear fear, and a clear action to take all in a moment."

The King of Ceremonies continues, with great honor, "But it applies to every struggle you will face in life. Do you go after the career you want, or do you take an easier, more secure path because you are afraid to fail? Do you go after your dreams of music, athletic, or creative accomplishment, or do you listen to others when they tell you to be more realistic? Do you allow other men in work, school and play to bully you, or do you stand up for yourself and claim the status you deserve, even if it means facing conflict? Do you start the business you dream of, or does the fear of failure and debt overcome you and bestow you to a life of mediocrity? Do you find your one true purpose in life and live for it, or do you let your family convince you not to?"

The men nod. It appears they finally get it.

Just as the King of Ceremonies is about to return to his noble throne to feast on the finest meats and cheeses and have the most unprotected of sex with the fairest of maidens, someone speaks up.

"But King" says James, "What does The Man win? Does he get a trophy? Gold and riches? Access to one of your fair maidens? A thousand Facebook likes?"

The Man smirks at the question, already knowing the King's response.

"You foolish braindead fuckstick!!", roars the great King of Ceremonies, his anger now visible, his voice now deeper and louder, "A man knows that overcoming his fears and going after his true desires is its own reward. In fact, it is the highest reward one can ever achieve. All the gold, trophies and maidens can't compare to the prize of a man who has conquered himself!"

With that the King of Ceremonies returned to his rightful place on the throne and left the men alone to start their journey of casting aside their fears and going after their true desires.

Even a man as powerful and noble as the King of Ceremonies could merely show them that their destiny was in their own hands.

It was up to them to seize it.

Post: #37

This man's writings are genius. I can only hope that He will walk among us and share more of this wisdom again someday.

Post: #38

So much



in this thread

Post: #39

So sad when he shut down.

Post: #40

I remember following his twitter feed before he started his blog, he dropped great red pill advice regularly, then he started his blog which I followed closely, exchanged a few emails with him and asked a few questions on his ask.fm, they was great, he definitely had a clear mind and was great with words.

Post: #41

Bumping this thread for quality manosphere writing of years past.

Post: #42

+1 ESPECIALLY with the unattractive women part. That part just rang bells in my head as I've seen a lot of ugly ass women that are in their 50s+ that have served as living examples of this assertion. And yeah as an introvert being approached by fat chicks would be my ultimate nightmare, imagine that part for hot chicks.

I never understood even when I was a young adult why men would complain about being men. Well there's always MGTOW for that crowd.

(12-16-2014 11:00 AM)Isaac Jordan Wrote:  

Quote:I Have Empathy For Women

I wouldn't trade being a man for anything. It would SUCK to be a girl.

A lot of men in the manosphere seem to take a COMBATIVE tone in sex debates, they debate as men vs. women as if we're in competition. For me, nothing could be further from the truth. I never debate, I just state facts, and I empathize greatly with women for being on the unfortunate end of a large number of those biological facts.

For example, if you are a girl:

- You are attracted to people that can kill you (Imagine being exclusively attracted to grizzly bears.)
- Almost your entire worth is based on the genetic beauty lottery.
- Even if you win the beauty lottery, your worth is in constant decline and has an immutable expiration date.
A hot 23 year old wakes up and knows that is the hottest she will look for the rest of her life. Imagine getting progressively creepier to women every day and there's nothing you can do about it?
- You are incapable of rational thought
- You lack strength and suck at everything
- Your goal is commitment from a man, but you are attracted to men who won't commit to you, and not attracted to those who would worship you. This isn't a choice, its encoded in your genes.
- If you are attractive, you are bothered by unattractive people all the time. (imagine fat chicks constantly approaching you). If you are not attractive, you are fucked.
-Your ability to orgasm isn't a birthright, it may be really easy or really difficult or even impossible.
-Each new sexual partner you have decreases your worth as a potential long-term mate (and if you're unlucky, nobody counsels you about this. Your parents, family, and friends may soothe you with feminist lies until it's too late)
-You get random waves of emotions that are irrational and could even bring you to tears.
-You are expected to simultaneously be sexually skilled and chaste/inexperienced.
- Childbirth, menstruation, etc.

You see, there is male privilege but its not a wage gap or special treatment or double standards. It is biology that can't be changed. No matter how inconvenient a feminist slanted world can be, there is no HR policy or act of congress that can make women equal biologically.

In one way it is better to be a woman: sex is easier for a woman to get while she's young. Keep in mind though: Sex isn't a woman's primary goal, commitment is and that is still challenging, and men can increase their ability to get laid with game and rises in status. Women have no such ability.

There is no battle of the sexes because there's already a clear winner. It's good to be the king.

Post: #43

http://archive.is/8dGiV


Your Seed is Gold
by laidnyc

Sex is too easy.
Work out, put on nice clothes, talk to girl, tease her, tell her cool things about me, pretend to be interested in her, fuck her.
See?
Too fucking easy.
It’s stupid.
I don’t give a shit about sex. Any broad can spread her legs.
You know what I do care about? Holding girls to a higher standard.
Why? Because my seed is liquid fucking gold and I don’t give it out like its god damn tap water.
See girls, your pussy is powerless to me. What else you got?
You slip on a tight skirt and throw on some makeup and flaunt those nice tits and think your job is done. You shit-test me all the way into the bedroom expecting me to give you amused mastery and show you my status and give you attention and ignore you just right all at the same time, and then you’ll give me sex.
But why should I give you my valuable time and let you revel in my charisma?
Sex, is that the big deal? I’m supposed to feel so grateful that you blessed me with that magical unicorn pussy of yours?
I got news for you girls. For a guy with any clue, finding sex is as easy as finding a pizzeria in New York, and like pizza in New York, its all pretty fucking good.
Your brand ‘aint that special.
Sex is everywhere and anywhere I want it, I don’t give a shit about yours.
It takes more than a nice curve of the ass or a bat of the eyelashes to earn my seed.
My salty essence and genetic code is a gift from my father, and his father, and his father, and on it goes. Its the sticky genetic code of self-sufficient men who have protected and provided for family, women and children. Its the haplogroup of men who built civilization. I have the genetic lineage of warriors, business owners, firefighters, blacksmiths, farmers, herders, poets, politicians, soldiers, artists and even chefs. Hard jobs that help build the world, thinking jobs that help build a culture, they’ve all been done by men in my bloodline. My ceiling for accomplishment is limitless.
I’m not some average guy begging to give my seed away. My seed is valuable and I know it.
Men of lesser genetics may be able to afford spraying their seed anywhere; I allow myself no such atrocities.
My sperm could populate an entire society of strong good looking altruistic people and any girl who takes it in would be lucky to be a vessel towards that new world.
But for that I demand a high price.
Whether or not our sex is intended to end in pregnancy makes no difference. Just the sheer fact that it could makes me demand the same high price.
You better have enviable genetics yourself- I don’t breed with inferior stock. Beauty is the minimum and you better know how important that is. Long hair grown to impress me, healthy diet and exercise to maintain your figure and viability of your eggs.
But the beauty that draws the stares, stutters and drools of lesser men won’t capture my attention for more than a millisecond. I am inundated with a surplus of beauty in my daily pursuits, I can assure you that yours ‘aint that special. You probably look like shit first thing in the morning or on the first day of your period.
I expect impeccable hygiene and classy style. A body tainted by tattoos and excessive piercings and slutty clothing signals you are available for sex to lesser men than myself. I’ll have none of that.
I demand a low N count to show you value your body and sex, and the seed I am about to give you will be appreciated on the level it deserves. A low N count shows both intelligence and confidence as you are smart enough not to give your body to charlatans and scoundrels, and confident enough to wait for the high value man you know you deserve.
I expect manners and grace. No swearing, drunkenness, burping, sarcasm or anything else unbecoming of a lady. I spend a lot of time working with and competing against men in my daily life, the last thing I need is the company of a woman who acts like the men I must compete with. You exist to soothe, not to grate.
A year from now I will be richer and fitter and more socially respected in the Kingdom, but your beauty will have faded a notch. I demand that you treat me with the humility and respect that this biological reality dictates.
Finally, there is nothing I despise more than a woman who shows any disgust for my jizz.
It is the Royal Essence and you better enjoy every last drop.
If it lands on your face, chest or back, consider it raindrops from heaven, a rope of Holy Yogurt.
If you are lucky enough to get it in your mouth, savor it like the nourishing nectar of the Gods.
If I shoot it inside you consider it the greatest compliment of all. You will feel an immediate buzz.
My jizz is to women what Walter White’s pure blue meth is to junkies.
You’ll take my seed, sweetly tell me “thank you sir” and buzz with happy feminine energy for the next day while you iron my fine shirts and indulge in memories of me.
I’ll settle for nothing less.
Some girls don’t want to respect a man that much. They have been poisoned by feminism or never had a strong male figure to look up to growing up or they have already taken far too high a volume of cock to revere their next one. I have no use for those girls. Even a one-night stand with them is worthless beyond the ten-second orgasm, itself not worth the time spent to get it. Leave them for the men who have a low enough opinion of themselves to not demand such respect.
For guys, I don’t give a shit how many girls you’ve fucked just like I don’t give a shit how many pizzerias you’ve eaten at. A man is measured more by the pizzeria’s he refuses to eat at, the prices he refuses to pay for average pizza, if you know what I mean.
Remember, you set the price of your seed.
Mine is fucking gold.
What’s yours?