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Boys, Guys, Dudes, Fellers, Men, Johns, Lads, Human Males
@Deorum thoughts?
I still wish Chase didn't live in Florida.
You can never take enough manliness in.
Boys, Guys, Dudes, Fellers, Men, Johns, Lads, Human Males
@Deorum thoughts?
You can never take enough manliness in.
I still wish Chase didn't live in Florida.
Russia still has real men says Danev Severnev & Donzat Fryev during interview with VladTV.
I don't think homosexuality and "toxic masculinity" are mutually exclusive.
Correct. The joke was not constructed with logical coherence and you noticed.Uhh, Vlad TV has really nothing to do with Russia or Russians, it's primarily a hip hop music/lifestyle interview show. The guy was born in the Ukraine and moved to the U.S. at pre-school age. That'd be like saying Andrew Garfield has an American accent because he was born there even though he moved to England when he was a toddler or something and speaks with an actual English accent.
Uhh, Vlad TV has really nothing to do with Russia or Russians, it's primarily a hip hop music/lifestyle interview show.
And hell no, they're usually toxic precisely because of it. I've found that closeted and/or self-loathing gay men are often very disturbed individuals; probably some of the most *needlessly* confrontational, dangerous and violent people in the world. They're often quite outwardly masculine and physically powerful dudes but that in itself is something great. It's their destructive demeanor and mindset that is toxic, and all of the exogeneous androgens they're on definitely don't help.
Uhh, Vlad TV has really nothing to do with Russia or Russians, it's primarily a hip hop music/lifestyle interview show. The guy was born in the Ukraine and moved to the U.S. at pre-school age. That'd be like saying Andrew Garfield has an American accent because he was born there even though he moved to England when he was a toddler or something and speaks with an actual English accent.
OK I admit I was wrong. What really happened is that Duran found out that you were hanging in there with Ray, who he pulled a No Más on. Then Duran ducked you in sparring.Yeah, I wish it had gone down like that. Instead, I took my lumps & barely laid a glove on him. LOL.
But I was in great shape & I could put non-stop pressure on him. So, I earned every penny.
God Damn old white men still stand up to pee. Friggin Neanderthals.Shockingly the old white men don't like the idea of a caveman mentality going extinct because it is their primary asset.
I'm all for people enjoying consenting violence and conflict (from MMA to chess) but what these dumb old men seem to be missing is that masculinity is 100% fine. It is the toxic aspects of it that people want removed, and by virtue of the world itself they should be on board.
One day he came out to me and told me he was gay. My response probably wasn't the best for such a serious moment, cos I burst out laughing...
Yeah, self-loathing and denial will do that.
I lived with a mate for a while who was a super slut. Like, he fucked almost anything with a pussy and treated them all pretty badly. I never really thought very much of it, until one day he came out to me and told me he was gay.
My response probably wasn't the best for such a serious moment, cos I burst out laughing and told him, "you covered it really well by fucking everyone's girlfriends."
But aside from that (which caused more than enough trouble on its own) he was one of those friends you look back at and think, "we were lucky to make it out alive." We fed off of each other's frustrations and post-adolescent agitations, got into all sorts of shit, got shot at a handful of times, and started confrontational drama with another group of friends in the general area that he then felt we had to form a pseudo-gang to defend ourselves against.
Before he eventually left to live in Vietnam, he'd even started his own b-grade version of fight club (he was obsessed with that movie) in the local park where a bunch of us would come through and take turns seriously kicking the shit out of each other - like goddamn bum fights or something. I took part once, but I honestly didn't know where he'd found half the participants, and I eventually drew the line at bleeding on and being bled on by strangers in Rhodes Park so we started drifting apart just before he left the country.
I would not have described him or myself as toxic at the time, but in hindsight...
One thing that did always confuse me though. He came out as gay, and started to more regularly express attraction for men, but he never stopped taking easy women to bed.
“Backward” countries leading the way for us.
<45>Lots of “backward” countries showing us the way. Goes on to tell no one should shit on others.
Also France to the rest of the world:
I have to ask because I still don't know, but what's the most appropriate response?
He expected me to punch him, move out, or both. But for my part, I gave less of a shit than I might have expected. I laughed 'cos it was so damned unexpected and yet so obvious when he told me, but we chatted a bit, connected some dots, and then... that was that, really. I didn't tell anyone cos I didn't know who he'd told, and it's not the sort of thing that comes up organically. But, in hindsight, I think that because it turned out not to be a big deal to me, I just assumed it wasn't a big deal at all.
There's probably not an umbrella answer to the question... and this is a major thread derail, but it's something I have found myself wondering about.
Yeah, self-loathing and denial will do that.
I lived with a mate for a while who was a super slut. Like, he fucked almost anything with a pussy and treated them all pretty badly. I never really thought very much of it, until one day he came out to me and told me he was gay.
My response probably wasn't the best for such a serious moment, cos I burst out laughing and told him, "you covered it really well by fucking everyone's girlfriends."
But aside from that (which caused more than enough trouble on its own) he was one of those friends you look back at and think, "we were lucky to make it out alive." We fed off of each other's frustrations and post-adolescent agitations, got into all sorts of shit, got shot at a handful of times, and started confrontational drama with another group of friends in the general area that he then felt we had to form a pseudo-gang to defend ourselves against.
Before he eventually left to live in Vietnam, he'd even started his own b-grade version of fight club (he was obsessed with that movie) in the local park where a bunch of us would come through and take turns seriously kicking the shit out of each other - like goddamn bum fights or something. I took part once, but I honestly didn't know where he'd found half the participants, and I eventually drew the line at bleeding on and being bled on by strangers in Rhodes Park so we started drifting apart just before he left the country.
I would not have described him or myself as toxic at the time, but in hindsight...
One thing that did always confuse me though. He came out as gay, and started to more regularly express attraction for men, but he never stopped taking easy women to bed.
Jesus! That was, er, something!