Roosh has an article today that discusses the effects of porn and whacking off on game. He posits that guys like me who can beat off like a chimp and still go out after girls are rare:
I have a friend who can jerk off six times in a day yet still be amped enough to hit on girls, but he’s an outlier. For the average guy, placing distance between himself and unlimited free delicious porn will lead to the optimal hormonal state needed to get laid. As accessible as porn is today, you should be actively resisting its siren call. Sexual capital in the form of heavy balls is needed to maximize your game efforts.
If you read PUA and man-o-sphere forums obsessively, like me, you will notice that there’s a whole gang of stalwart non-masturbators out there who insist that to keep the Eye of the Tiger when picking up women you shouldn’t jerk off. Nofappers. Men who believe that they are at risk of their sexual desire and urgency being too low to effectively get women.
Wait a minute- really? You guys don’t want to get laid after beating off?
Beating off buys me five minutes at most of not thinking about sex. I am thirty six years old. I smoke; I drink heavily; I use hard drugs. I am an omega monkey at a desk job where a sniveling demon degrades and unmans me for eleven hours per day. I don’t have exaggerated secondary sex characteristics that make me think I have some crazy amount of testosterone. But I can beat off four times on a Saturday to some filthy porn and then go to a party TRYING not to think about pussy and the instant I walk in the door it’s can I get laid will I get laid where is the pussy oh look that girl’s hot better go talk to her. Or if there are no girls there, even if it’s a fun party with good friends, it’s fuck this no pussy here I better go.
And the one time I tried the no fap thing I made it three days before I got an annoying text and smashed my phone into a wall. After a week of that I would have been mass murdering like the privileged white male I am.
Beating off before going out takes off just a hairsbreadth of urgency and desperation from the desire to get laid. It turns it down from an eleven to an eight maybe. If I didn’t choke the chicken every day, my notch count would be in the thousands but it would all be fat chicks whom I fucked like a macaque and prematurely nutted in.
I can’t be alone here. I don’t think I or the friend Roosh mentions are really “outliers.” Or are we? Am I a freak like Michael Fassbender in SHAME, except cruelly unblessed with good looks and a girthy wang? Should I be twelve stepping it at Sex Addicts Anonymous?
Maybe so. I bet there’s a ton of easy pussy there.