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1. Woggy's Zeonic Frolicks (washedoutgundampilot@poa.st)'s status on Friday, 26-May-2023 23:43:09 JST Woggy's Zeonic Frolicks

   Revisiting this because I had a very on-point convo today (in the past, scheduling this post for a random time) about the aversion to hot women. Had a coworker see my Mordred jean shorts/butt screensaver on my music player before work (i.e. something that’s never seen by clients or coworkers, only in private). He started telling me about how “that’s fucking disgusting what are you even thinking putting that up on there, that’s stupid”. I know for a fact the guy’s porn habits are just as out-there as any of the rest, I’ve seen him misclick a window and leave the previous night’s digital sex adventures on full screen.

   I jokingly pointed at him and said “you’re only saying that because you’ve masturbated in the last 2 hours. You’re just averse to sexuality because you’re stuck in the jack-off/guilt cycle”

   He was floored with that sputtering confusion as I explained that he’s only talking like that because he’s always stewing in post-nut clarity, making the barest, most unsexy examples of pinup women gross to him. Seeing pinup girls in public strikes him as super inappropriate because he’s constantly at 100% or 0%. He’ll probably stay at 0% all day long, then go home and vent it all out as he opens up the masturbatory throttle to go from 0 to 100.

   It reminded me of this old convo from people complaining about poast - it’s a similar thing, this weird, on/off switch that omits the entire spectrum of healthy sexuality. It’s like some guys are so into the jackoff cycle that they simply don’t know how to leave any kind of ‘vril’, or virility-fuel in their gas tank without burning it. They’re sexual niggers, spending every vril-dollar the second it passes through their fingers. The idea of storing up that sexual energy and just being without really thinking about it is completely foreign.

   But it’s essential to being a man. There’s that ineffable sociosexual wavelength that humans operate on, that goes unappreciated until you see somebody who’s actually broadcasting on it. It’s not even sexual, it’s just outgoing, it’s vital, it’s alive. You see it when a young guy playfully flirts with an old lady at his fave coffee shop, or when he catches the eye of a stranger on the street and flashes her a genuine smile. He’s on. He’s alive.

   Here’s that poast about a redditor (i know, chill) and her coomer roomie. While it’s a bit much, I think there’s something to this - I’ve seen this phenomenon bear out for years IRL, we just never get a chance to have a ‘control group’ of non-masturbators in the 1st world
   
   RT: https://poa.st/objects/8b3ed1b3-75de-498c-9121-05b83dc98330