This beautiful trailer dropped for an upcoming film titled FRANK & PERCY. It’s about two old Men, one gay and one straight (?) who meet and end up falling in love.
Over the years I have fielded questions from older gays and fags about the struggles they face while growing older. The scene leaves them behind, and they feel useless, abandoned, and unfulfilled.
This is a real phenomenon, a true danger, especially for my fag brothers.
However, as this lovely trailer promises, old age doesn’t need to be the end. Life is unexpected that way. If we keep our hearts open and take reasonable care of ourselves, we can still find adventure, purpose, and love in our latter years!
The Internet has changed virtually everything about our lives, but one of the most dramatic social changes we’ve seen from Internet exposure are those involving straight Men and what they value.
Growing up in the Midwest in America gave me a fairly accurate read on the general temperature of male interactions. Men might occasionally hug, but a firm handshake usually was enough. Conversations typically revolved around sports, car/house issues, and sometimes women.
Psychologists called this “typical male behavior”, but is that really true? After all, Men of ancient cultures definitely didn’t treat their interactions with other Men so superficially. In fact, Male/Male connection was highly prized in those societies. In places like Europe we see similar respect for such relationships, with Men freely hugging and kissing each other and sharing genuine emotions with each other.
But in emotionally-repressive places like America, the chilly Male reserve has been in place for a very long time.
Until now.
The internet has been exposing young straight Men to these new paradigms and possibilities of relationships with other Men. Online memes are rife with flirty teasing between Men that has caused a loosening of the “that’s gay” crowd, and homophobia is rapidly becoming uncool.
It’s being replaced by a new generation of Western Men who cuddle with each other, hug and kiss each other, and share more intimately with their “number ones” than ever before.
Here are a couple of examples of this;
These young Men are learning there is strength that comes from being open and vulnerable with their “ride or die” best friends. They build an impregnable fortress of brotherhood through such connections.
How that reshapes hierarchy remains to be seen. I do think this phenomenon is happening in conjunction with the increased interest from straight Men/Alphas in owning faggots. There’s simply a greater understanding of Manhood and our places within it.
All thanks to the shared knowledge on the internet!
I’ve written plenty about different types of Alphas, their qualities and dispositions. From God Alphas to pre-Alphas, I’ve provided endless descriptive words and images to illustrate their defining attributes.
But there is another Alpha type I rarely get to discuss: the Hero Alpha.
It doesn’t have a dedicated section on the pyramid because it’s an action, not a persona. Any Alpha at any level can be a Hero Alpha if he’s moved to action by strong Protector Alpha instincts.
Yesterday, Federal prosecutor Jack Smith bravely sat before an extremely hostile (also: extremely stupid) group of Republican Senators and endured the most foul, hateful, and hysterical abuse I’ve ever seen in Congress.
Smith was cool, meticulous, and gloriously neutral in the face of the hateful morons howling in his face. He came armed only with the truth, and one mission: hold the line for American Democracy.
He did so bravely, even valiantly, and with a respectful stoicism that made his Republican opponents foam at the mouth with rage.
When they came for him, he didn’t run. He was the lone figure who refused to flee, to seek safer ground. He knew that someone had to stand firm with the truth against the tidal wave of lies and conspiracy horseshit crashing against the foundations of this nation.
Real Americans will remember Jack Smith the way they revere the heroes who stormed beaches filled with Nazis. Smith took every arrow and bullet shot at him, and emerged from the battle unscathed and even more powerful.
Anyone can be a true Hero Alpha, but few have what it takes to embody it through action.
But Jack Smith did yesterday, for all who believe in truth and righteousness.
I found myself unexpectedly overjoyed today after I heard the great news about Clavicular, the looksmaxxing “influencer”/social media barnacle. He was charged with the drugging and raping of a minor female.
Some have complained about the rape charge being without merit given that Clav was 19 and the girl was 16. Yeah, I get it – those laws are DUMB and arbitrary.
But in Clavicular’s case I want the book thrown at him. I’ve already devoted too much bandwidth to that dickless and autistic Pinocchio android and his cult of starfuckers. They’re all such non-entities that they barely have a shadow.
Hopefully Clavicular will find a personality and some value in medium-security prison with the other chomos. But also hope he gets some additional looksmaxxing courtesy of a fellow inmate’s fists.
This conversation on homosexuality between Logan Paul (who I despise) and Christian Bryce Crawford is weird for me because I agree with BOTH of them.
Clearly, being gay isn’t a choice. But true Christianity acknowledges that, and instead calls on gays to simply abstain.
Easy Peasey!
Of course, it’s not easy. The Bible describes a battle with our fleshly desires that even affected really strong Christians like the Apostle Paul.
Sadly, when it comes to homosexuality , religious people are highly polarized and full of retribution and hate. To me, that simply tells me their “faith” is dead.
According to the Bible, we are all born in sin. Nobody’s sinful tendencies are worse than anyone else’s. So that’s why I can agree with Bryce’s perspective.
What I still can’t understand is this: why do I find myself agreeing with LOGAN PAUL?!?
When I look at self-proclaimed Alphas on social media, I get disheartened. These are not Alphas in the traditional sense the human race has come to rely upon, the ones who fought wars, built cities, and protected the weak.
No, they are too often whiners who have been babied by soft, privileged lives. Their muscles are not leather-tough from hard use, but rather sculpted at Planet Fitness for Instagram. These new Alphas have no moral fiber, no central belief system, and no willingness to get their hands dirty building worlds.
This new breed wouldn’t lend a hand during a catastrophe as shocking as September 11, 2001.
I read this touching tribute to an Alpha named Michael Weinberg written by his friend Gwenn Marsh and wanted to share it. This is how an Alpha reacts when confronted by tragic and overwhelming odds.
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THE FIREFIGHTER
Michael Weinberg, a 34-year-old Manhattan firefighter, was on a golf course in Queens when he heard a plane had hit the World Trade Center. His sister Patricia worked in the second tower. He put down his club and ran.
Traffic strangled every road into Manhattan. He abandoned his car in Long Island City and climbed onto a passing emergency vehicle to get to his firehouse. When he reached it, he geared up and headed toward the towers with Engine 1, Ladder 24. His sister was still inside. He didn’t know if she’d made it out.
She had. He did not.
Michael took shelter beneath a fire truck when the South Tower collapsed at 9:59am. The chaplain was with him. A captain was with him. None of them emerged. He became one of 343 New York City firefighters lost that morning. His father, Morty, a firefighter himself for fifteen years, knew immediately. “I knew he was gone,” he said. There was no ambiguity in his voice, just the certainty of a father who understood exactly what his son had run toward.
Years later, neighbors in Maspeth still spoke about him like he might walk through the door. The golf clubs he never picked back up. The car he left running. The sister who survived because that morning, nothing mattered to him more than reaching her. He never got the chance to see that she had made it out.
His name is etched into a wall with nearly three thousand others now, one line among so many. But behind every single one of them is a story just like his. A person who chose someone they loved over their own safety, in the space of a single decision that took no time at all.
What I did not mention before was that I was at work with Michael’s brother John in midtown Manhattan that day. Our small team grieved his loss together.
This ad from J&B Scotch (of all places!) is so thoughtful, touching, and insightful that I had to post it (even though it’s a Christmas ad).
Soooo many people lived entire lives hiding their truths, bottling up dreams they imagined for themselves and storing them in the darkest corners of their hearts.
This ad hints at this old man’s dreams to be a woman, but used that repressed desire to help a young person achieve theirs. Even though he never got to feel as free, he still managed a taste of it vicariously.
I wish more people understood that isolation and fear!
In 1975 a low-budget rock ‘n roll musical appeared briefly in theaters, but those previous few who saw THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW that summer were changed forever.
After that, millions more began flocking to midnight screenings, all based on word-of-mouth.
And all they could talk about was the electrifying, charismatic, no-holds-barred performance of Tim Curry as the lead character Dr. Frank N. Furter, an alien transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania. With his glam-queen makeup, black corset/fishnets, and glittery high heels, Curry embodied the fiery defiance of a million closeted drag queens.
To this day I believe Curry’s entrance in this film (above) to be the undeniable flashpoint post-Stonewall that kicked down the closet door that previously separated gays and straights. Its soundtrack was an aural middle-finger to the establishment, and Tim Curry’s luscious lips snarled every juicy syllable with reckless abandon.
For lesser actors, a heart-stopping role so completely embodied as Curry did with ROCKY HORROR would likely mean a life in the typecast ghetto. But Curry didn’t allow it to define his talent. He went on to bring Pennywise to life in IT (still unsurpassed), Darkness in the film LEGEND, and memorable supporting roles in ANNIE and CLUE.
Sadly, a stroke mostly silenced him 20 years ago.
He’s gone now, relieved of his suffering. But what he left was a legacy of living with gusto and uncompromised class. He will always be beautiful, strutting defiantly in high heels and hissing sensually in our darkest dreams!
Republicans crashing GRINDR and Trump’s idiotic dancing to the gay anthem “YMCA” are only the stupid tip of the iceberg with the MAGA Republican Party’s creepy fetishization of hyper-masculine ideals.
I am a fucking faggot and I don’t hyperventilate to masculinity the way Secretary of War Pete Hegseth does every time he’s in front of a camera. It’s embarrassing, creepy, and hypocritical, especially given the party’s complete opposition to gays and trans people.
This clip details the latest hyper-masculine plays:
First of all, the Republican Party knows nothing about Manhood, especially not this administration. Are we supposed to believe Hegseth, Trump, Marco Rubio, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., Lindsey Graham, or (heaven forbid) Stephen “Naziferatu” Miller are the epitome of Masculinity??
Additionally, the military isn’t populated by a bunch of chemically-altered Ivan Drago supersarriors. Let’s also not forget that women make up a large portion of the U.S. military … are they going to get testosterone? Does that count as transgenderism?
The American government is run by a bunch of military incel cosplayers who jack off to repeat viewings of the movie 300.
The point is this: they don’t have the first fucking clue how to be a Man, what defines courage and sacrifice, and have no comprehension of dignity or nobility.
I think you’re really good with your words. Have you thought about writing a novel about god alphas and fags ? The real relationship is sooo hard to find in real life and you can write some original stories to demonstrate it better. I’ve been wanting to read your novel and even want to write my own.
Thank you for the question!
In my mind’s eye, I have planned a large book on hierarchy as a massive, over-arching societal concept on the scale and impact of what Charles Darwin’s “Origin Of The Species” did for evolution. It’s a tantalizing proposition. However, this monstrous site and 11 years of daily writing does much of that heavy lifting already. I’m working on two more personal autobiographical books that are more important to me.
But I will emphasize this: Any book on hierarchical issues will be only based on truth and true stories/experiences. I refuse to write fiction on the subject, because that’s just for masturbatory nonsense. I think the truth is much hotter and more impactful.
Hi fag, recently, it’s a lot of a footballer Lucas Bergvall everywhere. Funny enough, some say he’s probably secretly a fag for his mates. That’s because of his ass but also some videos in which players slap his bottom or grab his face. Others say he’s total alpha and must definitely enjoy ass worship and rough sex focused on him. What are your thoughts on him and other young players?
I know almost nothing about soccer/football except that no game that can end in a TIE can be called a “sport”. Therefore, I haven’t been watching the World Cup.
That said, I have definitely seen Lucas Bergvall on social media. He’s a cutie, for sure. Of course, I don’t know him at all aside from long-lens shots of him frolicking on the field with his teammates, so take my opinion for what it is … but I think Lucas is a team faggot more than anything else. He has the famed ass, but just the way his teammates handle him and touch him leads me to think he’s the team toy.
I plan to ask Master Jin (who transformed his soccer team of straight Alphas into a group of faggot-owning straight Alphas in one semester) about his opinion of Lucas.
Here are some clips for the curious:
And for your consideration, here’s a blonde faggot (who looks like Bergvall) servicing an Alpha … coincidence?
Tom Cruise doesn’t have the huge muscles or the height, but he stands heads-and-shoulders above all other pretenders to reign supreme as Hollywood’s greatest God Alpha. His charisma, inventiveness, relentless drive, and live-wire fearlessness has made him a cultural icon for more than 45 years. There is simply no other Man like him, nor has there ever been.
I grew up in the age of Cruise. I watched him define Alpha aesthetics for entire generations of males. They were in good hands, because Cruise takes his Alpha responsibility seriously. He has guided these males toward Protector Alpha expressions of power.
As a student and preacher of Hierarchy, I know his place is forever secure … and I am grateful!
The pig pretending to be the President of the United States has been attacking Texas Senatorial candidate James Talarico now that he’s the front-runner for the seat in the November mid-term elections. The issue? REAL MANHOOD.
Of course, it’s laughable that Trump should even have an opinion on the topic of Manhood. The guy is a fat, spoiled pussy who has never done a single day of hard work in his privileged life. He’s scared of germs. He whines and bitches all damned day every damned day. He leaves work and true sacrifice to real Men, while he tries to capitalize on it. He’s stolen from countless people (including children!), he lies constantly, he’s thin-skinned and petty, and has less athletic ability than a moldering corpse. Oh, and he shits himself daily into adult diapers.
But because Trump is also stupid and not self-aware, he thinks high school taunts about Manhood will work against Talarico, a Man who believes in the example of inarguably history’s greatest Man, Jesus. But Talarico is smartly turning Trump’s moronic “insults” against him this way:
Talarico has bowel movements that could outwit Trump, and it’s likely that Trump won’t even understand Talarico’s devastating indictment of him because he has frontotemporal dementia in addition to being a dumbfuck.
But I think it’s important to make note of this argument for the sake of hierarchical standards. Talarico and Men like him represent Protector Alphas, inherently good Men who desire to lead with strength through conviction and a desire to help others. Trump represents Destroyer Alphas.
Too often Alphas and faggots alike fetishize the Destroyer Alphas because their cruelty reinforces stereotypes we carry. But these destructive types of Alphas are lost causes and ultimately fail. Yes, the good guys will win in the end. Go discover what good guys did to the Trump-like Nazis during World War II, and how those Nazis ended up shot dead in the dirt or swinging from nooses.
It’s interesting that gays once had to resort to a secret language known as “Polari” in order to communicate their sexuality with others without being detected.
