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So the last couple of days, maybe a week or so, I’ve been reading “Finally Some Good News,” and “The Pussy” from the author Delicious Tacos. His material is raw to say the least. For a guy who is anonymous, and I’ve never met him, at least as far as I know, he’s got to be one of the most honest men I’ve ever read in my life.

His material isn’t for everybody, that’s for sure. Dark in many places, even bordering on nihilistic, and it’s more about the sex than anything I’ve read in awhile. If you have delicate sensitivities, I’m warning you now, you’ll probably not want to read his stuff. But if you want to have a gander inside of a man’s mind, his mind at least, check him out.

Delicious Tacos has said some things that I’ve found thought provoking to say the least.

Here’s a quote from The Pussy:

You solve writer’s block by eating shit and being in agony for years. Force yourself to hammer out worse than useless garbage for hours that feel like lifetimes. Every day, until something clicks and you suddenly need it as therapy.

This quote stood out to me for a couple of reasons. Lately I feel that the “creativity well” is drying up. Every day it gets harder to think about things to write about, let alone actually write about them. Most of the time I think, “why bother? No one gives a shit.” And in all honesty, that’s true. No one gives a shit. And I think, why am I doing this? Why am I writing on this blog? What the fuck am I doing here? And yet here I am, running my mouth yet again, or pounding on the keys is more like it. Screaming into the Void.

I sit down and write a post, craft it lovingly, and I think to myself, “This is the one! This one! This one will finally get some traction!” And so I hit “publish,” the post goes live when it’s supposed to, and…..Crickets.

And I’m like, “Damn…”

And then I post a rant and the fucker takes off. Go figure. In all seriousness though, I owe a huge debt of gratitude and thanks to some of my guys on Twitter. A couple of retweets of my posts and I feel like Stephen King going to the bank to cash a check from all the royalties. I guess I write some things sometimes that are relevant or hit a nerve. Timing is impeccable sometimes.

Another quote from Delicious Tacos that stood out for me:

The purpose of this hobby web site is to help other people feel less alone. You can feel less alone about good things too. Hopeful things.

That one really got under my skin. That’s part of why I write too. Whether you read and comment or not, I like to think that it (my site) helps you out in some way. Even if it is just that you feel a little less alone.

It does for me. I feel a little less alone fantasizing and imagining people reading my shit and getting something from it. Which then makes me wonder about my audience. Who are you? Where do you live? What do you do for a living? Are you single? Divorced? Widowed? Some of you I know because of my newsletter. You guys rock, you are Kings amongst commoners. You all know who you are.

I imagine that the majority of my readership are Men. And why wouldn’t you be? I’m a Man, writing about Men shit for the most part, catering specifically to Men. But I do imagine that some of my audience are women. I mean, I know that some of you are, or at least one or two of you. Which makes me wonder, what are you getting from my site? Is it just general curiosity? Is something I’m saying making your life better? Are you taking notes and handing them off to your brother? Or a boyfriend? Husband? Is it my mug? Do I make you laugh? I don’t dwell on these questions too often, but they do come up from time to time.

Here’s something completely random and out of left field:

There’s been many times on Masculine Geek, I’m sitting there chilling, Vince is doing whatever he’s doing, I’m watching the guys on the chat doing their thing, and TJ is “being brief,” and out of nowhere, I start thinking, “I wonder if there’s any women watching the show right now.” As far as I know, when it comes to the chat at least, they’re all dudes. Awesome dudes. Intelligent dudes. Dudes from all walks of life, from all over the globe. And they are choosing to spend a couple of hours with me and my amigos on a Wednesday night. I love you guys. You are the best audience in the world. I’m blessed and humbled with you choosing to spend time with me. You could be doing anything else in the world, and here you are, choosing to shoot the shit with me. Thank you guys. Seriously.

But, “where da wimmin at?” I know you ladies are watching. I can feel it. Okay maybe I can’t. But the statistical probability is that there are a couple of you lurking in the background watching us geeks doing geek shit.

In my neck of the woods, at least on Twitter, there’s been a lot of talk lately about the “Brand of Me.” Guys doing and saying shit to promote their brand, and that’s okay. I’ve been reflecting on that for a moment and I’ve come to realize that I don’t really have a “brand” so to speak. Sure, I tend to talk about things that pertain to Men and would interest them in general. At least it interests me. And that’s just it, I find it interesting. I’m actually glad that I don’t have a “brand.” I can say whatever I want now that I think about it, and it won’t be incongruous with my “branding.”

If I decide to talk about photography, it’ll work here, because that’s something that I do. Same with firearms and motorcycles. Same with VPN’s, networking, and “the dark web.” All of these things interest me. Even piracy. Yes, I’m talking about eye patches and “arrg.”

I could even talk about sex if I want to. Here’s something for Delicous Tacos if he ever happens to stumble across my humble little blog and this post:

Dude, you are like what? 40? Early 40’s? You mention your desire to have sex with damn near anything female within grabbing distance? (I’m sort of paraphrasing here.) I’ve got some bad news for you buddy. That desire? That need? That urge? It never goes away. Ever. I’m serious as a heart attack when I say that. It never goes away. I’m closer to 48 than 47 now and that urge, that desire, hasn’t diminished in the slightest. The only reprieve I get compared to when I was in my 20’s is I don’t walk around with a hard on pitching a tent in my gym shorts as often. Other than that, welcome to the rest of your life. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I’ve unfollowed a handful of people on Twitter lately. Many of these guys I’ve followed for years. The two main reasons that I’ve stopped following them is part of the same thing really. Morality.

Older guys telling younger guys to “man up.” Older guys telling younger guys, “how it was back in the good old days.” When I say older guys, some of them are older than me, some are my age, and a couple are a few years younger than me. Don’t even get me started on the young guys who are preaching morality. All I can say to them is, “I appreciate what you are trying to do, I’ll give you credit for the effort, now sit down.” Not to sound condescending to these up and coming young men, but guys, the world hasn’t even begun to fuck with you yet. You have no idea. So sit down and close your mouths.

A lot of the guys that I’ve unfollowed are preaching their version of morality. Or what they learned in sunday school when they were kids. Nothing wrong with religion. If Jesus helps you be a better person, I’m all for it. If Jesus doesn’t do it for you, but Allah does, again, I’m all for it for you. But it isn’t for me.

When I say it isn’t for me, I mean all religions. I was raised under a certain religion from a tiny boy until about the age of 12 or so when I decided that that particular faith wasn’t for me. Through many years I’ve looked into a variety of religions and none of them fit me. I’ve gone down many rabbit holes of religion looking for answers only to find those rabbit holes either dead ended, or just kept spiralling around like a maze. I finally got to a place where I realized for me, that the religion rabbit hole doesn’t contain the answers that I have been looking for, and never did. Since that time, I’ve stopped looking for answers via religion.

One thing I’ve come to realize though is this, if you need religion to be moral, you’ve got problems. Big ones. If you need a book or scripture to tell you how to lead a moral life, if you can’t figure that out for yourself, you really have problems.

Morality is such a slippery thing in a lot of ways. When I grew up in the faith that I did, God and Jesus were perfect, we weren’t and aren’t. But man, you would be guilted and shamed for not doing everything in your power to be that perfection. Nothing you could do was good enough. You couldn’t pray enough. You couldn’t ask for forgiveness enough. And while God was a loving God, and was all-knowing and all-forgiving, somehow God just wouldn’t forgive you for that one little thing that you did that one time. God was all loving and a judgmental bastard at the same time. Now I realize that it wasn’t the religion itself per-se that was the problem, it was the “flock” or the “congregration.”

Still, religion is just not for me. You do you baby, and I’ll do me.

One of the things that I realized that helped me decide if I wanted to continue following these particular individuals on Twitter was the fact that they are preaching an outdated gospel. The times that they want to get back to are long dead and gone. Honestly I don’t think those time periods ever existed, I think what they are saying is mostly wishful thinking and delusional fantasy.

“Getting back to God” isn’t going to “save the west.” That ship has sailed. Religion has been compromised. The United States may have been founded under Christianity, but it won’t be saved by it. The only messiah that is going to save you is yourself. Stop looking to other’s to save you. They won’t. Stop wishing for “the good old days.” Those days are long gone or more likely never existed. We don’t live in a Normal Rockwell painting and we never have and we never will. Stop looking to the sky for your answers, they aren’t there. They are inside of you. You know what you need to do, so do it.

I’ve always been more interested in what IS than what OUGHT to be. I may not always like what I see, but I would rather deal with what is. Reality just is. It doesn’t care about you. It doesn’t care about me. It’s completely indifferent to you and me. It’s not benign nor is it malevolent. It’s like gravity. Gravity just is. It exists but is completely indifferent to us. You can rail against it when you fall down and tell it, “that’s not how it’s supposed to be!” But it won’t change anything. Gravity will do its thing to you again when you fall down. Might as well get used to that idea and maybe work on ways to not fall down so much.

I have my own moral code, just as I’m sure you have yours. I’m not going to tell you how to live, and I probably won’t judge you for the things that you do. I may not do things the way that you do, and that’s okay. Doing things my way doesn’t make me any less moral than you. At least in my book.

So yeah, I unfollowed a few dudes. I got tired of hearing guilt and shaming tactics that I heard almost 40 years ago. I got tired of hearing about “the good old days.” I got tired of hearing about things that amount to wishful thinking, platitudes, and living in a world that isn’t the world that I occupy. I got tired of hearing about how things ought to be instead of hearing about how things are.

Jack Donovan talked about being good at being a Man, and being a good Man. There is a difference between the two. Being a good Man is a moralistic perspective, while being good at being a Man, well, sometimes you do what you got to do to get things done, and sometimes those things can be immoral, or at least amoral.

In a perfect world, I think it would be best to be both, to be good at being a Man and a good Man. But when the shit hits the fan, being a good Man goes out the window and becomes irrelevant if and when the intruder is standing in front of you with a gun in his hand. You could be a good Man, but a dead Man. I know which one I would choose given that situation.

The issue of morality has always been a pressure point for me. That’s because everybody has their idea of what is moral, and they always stand on the side of being right when it comes to morality. What is right for you may not in fact be right for me. In fact, I would rather find something that “works” and gets me results than worry about being “right.”

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The Internet Never Forgets.


Many years ago, I had a co-worker who was literally the poster boy for the company. He had an incident happen, that for that particular industry, it was a really big deal. He did everything right, he did it by the book and did it by the numbers. Everything went perfectly. He was held up as the standard to aspire to for his fellow employees.

Fast forward a year and the guy gets fired. He didn’t get fired for theft, embezzlement, or any other sort of crime. Nor did he get fired for not doing his job. You see, he got fired for talking about work on the internet. He had a bad day and decided to take his frustrations to the internet and to vent. Now, he could have gotten away with doing this, except that he named the company. This company had IT guys that did nothing all day but scour the internet using the company name as one of the search parameters. They wanted to keep their fingers on the pulse of what the world at large thought of the company.

The company is and was international and a lot rode on their name, their reputation, so when his post, his rant, showed up, and he was talking negatively about the company, he was fired. He went from poster boy to pariah within a year. And this was back in the early 2000’s.

Why am I bringing this up? We all know shit like this happens all the time. People get fired and ostracized for wrongthink, especially when it comes to their jobs. Old news, right?

I’m bringing it up because of something that was said in a group that I belong to online. This group consists of a bunch of ordinary guys, swapping notes, shooting the shit, and busting each other’s balls. Typical dude shit.

Somebody screenshotted a photo of a young woman off of Tinder though. Now, to me, her face was ordinary. She wasn’t ugly, nor was she attractive. She was average. A 5 out of 10. A plain Jane. Totally forgettable. Except…

Except that in her “bio” she mentioned something along the lines of accepting money for dates. Something about being a “sugar baby.” Basically a form of prostitution.

Her picture, her bio, they are out there. Out in the wild. Out on the internet. And the internet never forgets.

Right now, today, jobs are not only looking at your criminal backgrounds and your credit scores, they are looking at your social media profiles. They are looking to see what you are doing, what you are saying, and who you are saying and doing those things with. Old news.

But what about this young woman, who is 19 or so? Maybe her job hasn’t seen what she’s saying she’s looking for, what she’s willing to do. Maybe they don’t care. Maybe what she does on her personal time is none of their business and none of their concern. I get that. And honestly, that’s how it should be.

But what about a guy she meets, whether online or off? What if he decides to do a little digging, see what shows up you know? Facial recognition software already exists. It’s only a matter of time before it becomes affordable and publicly available to the masses. Hell, you can take any photo off of the internet, throw it into Google images, and have a reasonable chance of finding the origin of that photo, or at least finding similar ones out there. That’s old news.

What if this young woman, after spending several years, living it up, partying it up, posting her antics and her whatnot’s on the internet decides she wants to “settle down” one day? We all want love right? We all, for the most part, are looking to spend a significant portion of our time with somebody else. Spend our lives together, start a family, that sort of thing. What happens if and when that potential suitor does an internet search on her face and that Tinder profile, showing that she was willing to exchange sex for money shows up? What is he going to do then? What would he think?

Thank god, I’m the age I am and grew up when I did. The internet didn’t exist when I was a hooligan. All of my exploits are lost to time, and since there are no pics, it didn’t happen.

I get it though. We either were or are, young and dumb at some point in our lives. YOLO and all of that. But just remember, the internet never forgets. Whatever you post online is out of your hands the moment you post it. Sure, you can set your privacy settings to “friends only.” You can even set them to “just me.” But what about your “friend” that does a screen shot from their phone? What if somebody gets your password or hacks your account? So much for privacy settings.

It’s probably wiser to take one from the mafia on this:

Keep your mouth shut. Or in this case, don’t be posting photos or videos of you doing stupid shit that could have repercussions a decade from now.


Here’s a picture worth a thousand words. You might also be lucky to be called “grandma,” as well. Let that sink in.


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