Relationships

I believe this title already tells you it all. But to not end it here, I will unfold a little more.

Family and luxury were the main goals of a regular masculine being, but through regular means they turned out to be mutually exclusive.

After a failed relationship, I came across red pill content, now widely talked about, breaking out of its bubble and, I would say, even being unfairly exaggerated and persecuted.

After some time, when I got into a new relationship, I gradually lost interest, because I had the impression that everything that needed to be said had already been said, and the producers kept recycling themes in cycles with media clippings.

In my twenties I had time to court women on the Internet, and the fetish market felt like a small town. There was no Tinder, no OnlyFans,just message boards, forums, and late-night chats. It wasn’t easy, but it was viable, and being single meant I could show my face without a second thought.

Two decades later everything feels commercial. Domination slid into the same category as Netflix or Photoshop: a subscription, a service, a product. Findom became a paradigm, and the places that used to feel communal,FetLife, Twitter,turned into billboards. Back then social networks were driven by friendship: add someone and they added you back. Now everything runs on one-way follows. I skim their personas; they never see mine.