And the things that he fears are a weapon to be used against him.
–Neil Peart, “The Weapon”
The initiated already know that “nothing is more threatening yet simultaneously attractive to a woman than a man who is aware of his own value to women“.
This “value” can apply to his sexuality or to his more ostensibly beta provider traits. Stingray in a previous comment:
One of my biggest fears is losing my husband. Not only would I lose the man I love, but I fear for my children. If one us us had to go, I would prefer it be me for all of the reasons you outlined above. Kids needs their father. Yes, they need a mother as well, but if it had to be one or the other, my choice would be for them to have their Dad.
But Stingray is far wiser than most women. All too often, women have been convinced that fathers are but a luxury (as long as the invisible beta pays for her daycare). The FI is doing all it can to make Woman feel as comfortable as possible with the prospect of single-motherhood.
Legally, she also has the upper hand. If he dumps her for a younger woman, the courts will probably take her side. She rules academia, the culture, and the church. Ours is a feminized world. Team Woman roars.
But Man as his most desirable doesn’t give a damn about any of it. The Alpha who conquers, the Alpha who kills, he draws in Woman like moths to a flame. Her lawyers, her shit-tests, the cattiness of her friends and the admonishments from the pulpit phase him only insofar as he chooses to let them influence his mind. His pulse never races. He doesn’t sweat or beg. If he’s phased, it’s with the boom of righteous indignation or the coldness of an icicle knife. Her lawyers can take all of his assets (after one hell of a fight), but he is his own master and knows he can just take back whatever he needs.
But there is one weapon She can never take from Man if Man chooses to accept it: Her very own most primal sexual drive. She needs him to be everything she’s trying to make sure he isn’t.
She wants the Alpha, the Man with Options. She craves him to an extent that only a few of us can comprehend. This Man by nature knows no fear, and as he renounces all fear, he instead makes her afraid. Perhaps afraid of destitution, but more likely afraid of simply losing him. The way he makes her feel can’t be replaced. Somehow with him she simultaneously feels like an afterthought and a princess. She must have this feeling, and no lawyer, whiny preacher, or re-education program can ever change that.
The Man without fear has reason to cause it in others. He’s lethal, unapologetic, and knows his own value. He can cause pain. In today’s world, sometimes he knows he must:
For the first few hours she was cool with that. By the next morning she was telling me to give it a rest. By the next night (at her family’s place) she was threatening to withdraw sex if I didn’t warm it up. I just didn’t fucking care. Like, at all. I alpha’d up. Like, way the fuck up. I was the man, I was fucking awesome. The next morning, she’s a little weepy…
As one of the Blogger Formerly Known as Bill Powell’s commenters remarked, we live in “a culture where no one trusts anyone for anything”, and in such a culture it’s downright idiotic to not use whatever leverage you might have with someone who can take you for everything you’ve got if she so chooses.
I’ve explained how the Hamster can become the Shrew. All women must test. If the woman is worthy, the man will pass her test. But woe to her if she’s not:
But something shifted down deep inside. Something that frankly scared the living shit out of me. In front of me, I no longer saw my beautiful sexy wife that was in killer shape despite 3 kids and pushing 40. I saw the wrinkles, I saw the sagginess, I saw the lumps and bumps. I saw an aging, crazy, bitch of a woman. And I was… just not into her any more.
I have found as I have engaged in an LTR, that the woman becomes more attractive. However, there was one from whom the bitch came out and I experienced the exact same thing. She became ugly ugly ugly before my eyes.
And note thefear this causes. Natalie at Red Pill Wifery:
I’m a red pill woman…but dang, can’t we women have an off day ever without fear of our man going rogue on us?
You’d better hope so, sweetie.
If YOU “go rogue” on an Alpha, he knows he doesn’t have to take it, and if he “takes it”, he’s no longer an Alpha. The shit-test of the shrew is lose-lose for all parties concerned, for to maintain your attraction he’s required to either scare the living crap out of you, or to leave.
The first shit-test was when Eve ate from the Tree of Knowledge. It’s best you not “go rogue” and get the Knowledge of which option he’ll pick.
So my advice to my female readers, read the comments Sturges puts into the narrative, read the comments from the men who are beginning to give up on you. Sometimes I agree, sometimes I don’t, but either way, I suggest you learn from Sunshine Mary and TempestTcup and develop some damn gratitude.
Frankly, we’re getting sick to fucking death of your shit. We know we can get by without you. We’re the motor of the world, the Men who make you feel alive. The world can’t exist without us. Dammit, we know our value.
And you wouldn’t want us any other way.