Archive for January, 2006

Sliding with the Prize

Thursday, January 26th, 2006

Last night, I was able to meet up with my wingman and one of my most respected fellow PUA. Slyde is a master of the art of bed seduction. He has been perfecting his art of making a woman feel sexually aroused to the extreme and emotionally at ease and comfortable in the bedroom. His women loved him because he is a natural woman pleaser. I have seen no one who is capable of performing a three hour foreplay (I am a foreplay lover myself and I usually do it an hour at least and an hour and a half at most. But he simply is an unstoppable foreplay cyborg ;)) - non stop. But again, he regards foreplay and sex as an art that he does it with flair. The biggest problem he ever  has to deal with is the difficulty of cleaning his bedsheets which would inevitably be wet with her woman’s overflowing love juice. That’s the kind of problem most men would love to have ;).

We love sharing seduction/attraction methodology whenever we meet. When we find mistakes with each other’s engagement, we would give out tweak suggestions to get us back in the right course of the game. Needless to say, he shared to me some of his most powerful techniques in bringing women in the state of ultimate indulgence. I love making women feel great. Seeing them in extreme pleasure is one of the most gratifying experience I have had with women. Naturally, I listened and made mental notes along the way.

His techniques are so earth shatteringly powerful. He had relayed materials to me so powerful that I am now incorporating many of them as part of my sexual performance. Many of them, actually I never even knew. He talked about the "Multiple Sniffers Hand" technique, a technique so potent that, in no time, you will feel a woman give off steam - literally. He also talked about the "bumps and cavity" that you should formed in your hand when caressing a woman - this will definitely tingle your woman’s spine I tell you. He also narrated in detail  the most arousing way to take a woman’s clothes off - this is definitely one of my favorites. And then he told me the "nuclear bomb" which I can’t believe I never even thought about.  It was so mind blowing that I wished it was I who discovered it first. I am talking about utilizing the nose bridge in making the women arch in tiltillation and moan in pleasure. He also showed me the power of symmetry as your hands glide through a woman’s body. There are a whole lot more and these techniques are so damn powerful that my words fail to do justice on how dynamically explosive they truly are.

My past girlfriends already enjoyed the life-altering pleasure I have bestowed on them. In fact, it was so good that we are still really good friends up to now. But as I learned about Slyde’s powerful techniques, The Prize at stake has tremendously increase in voluminous proportions. My past girlfriends will definitely be envious of my future ones as I would give these lucky ladies the  exceptional pleasure that I have never given anyone before. The Prize has just gotten higher.

To my future girlfriend,

You simply have no idea of the things that I am going to do to you in our most intimate moment. Verily, verily I say unto you, you are going to beg… for mercy… that I do not stop.

 

- The Prize

Please Hear What I’m Not Saying

Thursday, January 19th, 2006
Sometime in September 1966, a man going by the name, Charles C. Finn, has written a masterpiece that would eventually become one of my beloved. One of the most important features of poetry should be emotional honesty. If you cannot feel the author’s emotions on a particular poetry, then that is bad poetry. No amount of flowery words can substitute emotional connection and the power to influence emphathy. I posted this so that it would be accessible whenever I would need to draw a certain amount of inspiration from.

Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I’m afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me,
but don’t be fooled,
for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I’m secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water’s calm and I’m in command
and that I need no one,
but don’t believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this.  I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it’s followed by acceptance,
if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It’s the only thing that will assure me
of what I can’t assure myself,
that I’m really worth something.
But I don’t tell you this.  I don’t dare to, I’m afraid to.
I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me,
that you’ll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep-down I’m nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I tell you everything that’s really nothing,
and nothing of what’s everything,
of what’s crying within me.
So when I’m going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I’m saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying,
what I’d like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can’t say.

I don’t like hiding.
I don’t like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you’ve got to help me.
You’ve got to hold out your hand
even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings–
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator–an honest-to-God creator–
of the person that is me
if you choose to.

You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.
Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It’s irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

Such beauty and elegance…

The Free-FLoating Force

Thursday, January 19th, 2006

Too many people enter into relationships without preparing and knowing what to expect. Yes, the passions, the intimacy, the romance – they all take us aback. We are so caught up in the moment that we fail to realize that the euphoric paradise we are dwelling at the moment is another one’s harsh reality. A cool comforting breeze in a scorching summer, the warmth of the fire in a cold winter night, an oasis that blurs the searing desert all around it… such is love for many.

But there is one crucial thing that is often overlooked. In spite of the powerful emotions shrouding our frail hearts which causes us to act in accordance with our most honest and naked true self, despite the bliss that lit the darkest dungeons of the deepest abyss of our inner selves, regardless of the potent energy that pierces through even to our most cleverly crafted social mask, bringing us in the state of utmost comfort, a force so intoxicating that, for the rarest of time, we drop our heavily ornamented masks and revel in being the vulnerable human that we truly are, despite of all of these, the cold hard fact that has been so elusively obvious remains. A fact humanity has been utterly denying since time immemorial. A truth that has met more resistance than any ideology mankind and womankind had ever conceived of.

Love does not always last forever.

Left on its own, love shall inevitably wither. It’s an elegant energy which comes and goes, when it pleases. Sometimes it stays for life. Sometimes it stays for a second, a minute, a day, a month, or a year. Love is a free force. An average individual would be ignorant of how long it will last or when it shall fade. So do not be surprised when it departs. Just be glad you had been graced the opportunity to experience it.

 

"Ginawa ko naman lahat. I did everything for him… But he still left me…"

"I would give my life for her. But she seems unable to realize how much I love her. Why can’t she love me, the way I do? Why can’t she feel what I am feeling for her?"


Some try to water it, place it under sunlight, and provide it a fertile soil. A rose dependent on water and an orchid in need of water in precise measures. These brave souls should be commended for their efforts. But another obstacle is yet in need to be hurdled. Most people are doing it wrong. Put too much water on an orchid and it would die. Do not water enough a rose, its petals shall fall. Much of humanity wished that love could have been just a cactus in all its self sufficiency.

How do we correctly care for the plant so that it will last long? How do we properly cultivate the soil?

I know some of the ways…. I am still thinking whether to reveal this. Only the sincere, the honest, the altruistic deserves to know. I hope I find these people just before non-existence consumes me to oblivion.

Never underestimate your own capacity to care.

- The Prize