RE: An End to the Pain of Sexual Resentment
I haven’t posted in a while, but this topic really hit me hard reading through the pages. Thanks LoZ and everyone else who contributed their difficult experiences and stories. I still occasionally feel the bitterness and pain of resentment described in more ways than one. It’s something I’ve struggled with in different forms throughout my life, and still do. I hope I can come to terms.
As a teenager coming of age the beta programming of “be good/nice, get good grades->go to college->get good job->get loving wife and family was not necessarily drilled into me but absorbed from society at large and observations. I was a bit awkward and introverted and very early on (middle school) noticed that women tended to gravitate their affections towards a small % of boys and eventually men, yet all boys and men were expected to lay down for women’s desires and emotional outbursts.
I was anxious about sex as someone who had no guidance from my beta father and no real alpha influences to show me how to interact with women. I went to a college surrounded by beautiful women with no clue how to seduce them, yet still being “cool” enough in social circles to go to lots of parties and events. I managed to not lose my virginity until my senior year at 22, while watching all the young women around me slutting it up with “hot guys” and smashing any concept of these women being wholesome and good future wife material. My college notch count was a horrifically regrettable 2. I try not to think about it.
In the four year period between losing my virginity and roughly age 26 I got into game and Roosh’s material (I had brushed over some concepts and read “No More Mr. Nice Guy” late in college) and started to develop myself into someone who felt much more confident about attracting women. I started hitting my stride and racking up some notches while finally feeling like I was making a difference and finding success with women. I did some travelling and lived abroad. I was infected by and developed multiple skin conditions within a year of graduating college in 2008, including molluscum contagiosum for a year on my groin (contagious pimple-like bumps) and recurring staph boils on different parts of my body. It made me very neurotic about my health, stopped my newly found sex life, and killed my confidence. It took me nearly a year to clear the combination of the molluscum and staph that would recur every 6-8 weeks. I moved back to the USA and started to rebuild my shattered confidence and continued to rack up a few notches (~10 by end of 2011). I hoped I could have a normal, continuous sex life free of health issues for a decent period of time and worked towards this goal.
I hit a 6 month dry spell near end of 2011/2012 and broke out in herpes on my ballsack and base of my cock. I don’t know who gave it to me as no one I had slept with before the 6 month dry spell had admitted to it or had symptoms. Who knows how long I had it while it laid dormant. It destroyed me for quite some time. After all, I had always used condoms and never hooked up with women I considered “dirty.” I sunk into serious depression, anger, bitterness, all while swallowing some of the most difficult Red Pill material. I essentially had a meltdown and quit my job of 2+ years (first degree-related job on a career track) to do more travelling in a true “fuck it” nihilistic state of mind. I hoped a long sojourn would somehow help me find wisdom.
In the meantime I struggled with the psychological ramifications of this disease and how I would handle it. I digested everything I could find about it to try to decide how I would proceed forward. I read horrible stories of people who suffered with constant outbreaks and serious psychological issues as a result. No matter what I just could not accept the path of non-disclosure. Whether this makes me too sensitive or “beta,” I just couldn’t stomach putting someone else through the psychological pain I had felt (my physical symptoms were not that bad) just to get my nut off. I did fuck one French girl in my travels drunkenly without telling her and felt terrible about it (although it was a pretty slutty bang so she probably either had it already or was destined for it). Eventually I figured out a sort of suboptimal solution. I use a pair of latex rubber fetish “boxer shorts” with a sort of cocksheath that I cut the tip off of so I could use it in conjunction with a condom. That way even though I looked weird as fuck with it on I could still have safe sex.
Still even with this “solution,” I ultimately can never have unprotected sex with a woman without risking transmitting it to her. I have probably had rawdog sex 10 times in my life with the same girl. I have felt serious bitterness that this disease severely limits my options, people judge me for it, women reject me for it, and essentially it dictates who I can have sex with and love.
But beyond herpes I feel resentment that I have never truly had a “normal” sex life. I feel like I never had time or opportunity to “sow my oats” and squandered that golden opportunity that was my college years. I was a virgin until 22, shortly after that finding some mild success I kept developing skin problems that ruined my sex life, and here I am. I’m now in much better shape mentally and physically, but it really does still affect me. After all, I’m playing the game on “hard mode.” I can have all of my shit together and be the coolest high status man but there’s always that catch that ruins my ability to spontaneously rip the clothes off a girl on the first date and fuck her (raw or not), because I have to explain to her that I could possibly give her something that could ruin her life (in her perception).
I occasionally get bitter about seeing people hooking up as normal in today’s society because I know there is a chance they have herpes and don’t know (because like the majority of those with it they don’t show symptoms-and STD tests don’t test for it). I get bitter because I am judged for being dirty or careless when I almost always wore condoms and got it outside the condom coverage area, are part of the tiny % of those who have it and actually know they have it/show symptoms, and have a 13 notch count. I get bitter because I have too much of a conscience to just go satisfying my base desires and not giving a fuck banging girls without telling them. I get bitter because in the rare times I explain to close friends the difficulties I’m dealing with, they can’t really relate and suggest I go use some shitty STD leper colony website where the pickings are fat single moms 30+. Ultimately I get bitter because my disease makes it that much more difficult to obtain sex even from your average slutty girl, and especially from the more wholesome girls I may actually want to pursue a real relationship with. I have to limit my drinking because if I am out at a bar or party and get hammered, the anger and bitterness seeps into my being when I see men and women flirting/kissing/going home with each other all carefree. I even get bitter when I read this forum about some of you fucking dozens of girls per year, raw dog and never have the sort of problems I have had. I get bitter about the chunks of shit luck and how I wasted so much opportunity and good health in my younger years. I get bitter because I have never had what you could call a healthy normal sex life, and maybe never will.
Now in my 30s I am in therapy, I meditate for better mental health, and I am trying to be the best man I can be as this forum prescribes. But, like some of the recent articles on ROK suggest, the whole reason men strive for success/money/status is for getting women either for sex or marriage/family. When my options for both are so choked out by my STD status it has seriously affected my ambition, motivation/discipline - I am working on that. But I go from serious sexual dry spell to dry spell and my friends and family probably secretly wonder what the fuck is wrong with me or if I even like women. (I’ve only had one actual relationship of 6 months). I just can't get in a groove or hit my stride. Only way to go is up from here I suppose… and I am continuing to work on being the best I can be. What else can I do?
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