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A Blue Pill Story

Our story begins with a young man in his teens. His sexual desires are just beginning to bloom as he enters biological manhood. He confuses this with a desire to be publicly pair bonded with a young woman because all of his life up to this point he’s been told to be a nice guy, to respect girls and to treat them nice. And so he does. He’s been so deeply indoctrinated with the idea that mistreating girls, and only girls, comes with a punishment far worse than that of murder, and the idea that viewing women from a sexual viewpoint is wrong no matter what the situation. He is completely unprepared for what awaits him. 

Our young man is in the 10th grade. He has several dating prospects around him. Day in and day out he hangs out with young women his age, trying to be noticed as more than just another teenage boy in school. He wants to be seen as a sexual being, as worthy of female attention. He develops a more mature sense of humour, he studies hard because he wants to match women intellectually, he wears all of his best clothes, his best pair of shoes, he engages these young women in thought-provoking conversation. He does all this because he’s been told this is how to attract women. Little does he know he’s been lied to.

Fast forward 5 months, about half way through the school year. He’s been unsuccessful in securing a mate. He begins to become confused, but doesn’t question the instructions he’s been given. He presses on with the unfounded belief that soon he will succeed.

Fast forward once again to the beginning of 11th grade. He was not successful the previous year and he walks in with what appears to be a new-found sense of confidence, despite him actually being more confused now than he ever was. He is still not questioning the validity of the instructions given to him since birth. A small pinch of desperation begins to set in as he tells himself “This is the year. I will succeed”. He, of course, is lying to himself.

2 months, 4 months, 8 months in and no success. He struggles to keep the desperation and depression hidden. He begins to question himself. Maybe he isn’t worthy. Maybe he’s not good enough. He questions himself, but still will not question the instructions he was given. He calls himself a male feminist, a true blue pill teenager. He tries to appeal to women by expressing his belief that they are more than he is. He accepts the lie that is transference of guilt. He accepts the lie that marriage and the nuclear family were forms of oppression, rather than a necessity for survival. He accepts the lie that men working in a coal mine for 14 hours a day, breathing in coal dust, was a privilege rather than a responsibility and a sacrifice. He truly believes this. It isn’t just a tactic to appeal to women. He truly, and wholeheartedly believes he is less than a woman. He is still unsuccessful and depression takes hold by the end of the school year.

The following year, grade 12, he walks in with his head hanging low. He’s given up. He is 17, going on 18 in a few short months. He decides he will finish school, go to college, and start his career before trying to find love again.

This is foiled by the fact that when he was 4, he was struck by a taxi cab, operated by a young 16-year-old who stole it from his father in order to make some cash for the weekend. The result of this event was 1 night in the hospital and a small 8,000 dollar settlement, placed in a trust fund, which would accrue interest until he turned 18 when it would be turned over into his possession. He continues with his life at school for the next few months, patiently awaiting his 18th birthday. He plans to spoil himself a little bit in the hopes that material possessions will cure his depression. He has no idea how naive he is.

Winter holiday comes quickly, and he has 2 weeks off school. He is expected to be back to school shortly before his 18th birthday but he plans the day off anyways. He’s eyeing a brand new laptop and MP3 player, and with the trust fund soon to be his, he can afford it. But little does he know that something is about to happen that will confuse him more than any of his failings with women.

The day he turns 18, he makes his way to the bank to find just over 16,000 dollars has been turned over into his bank account. A smile appears on his face as he takes his access card back and buses to the nearest future shop. He’s going to buy that laptop right away. He’s always had an interest in computer technologies and finally he will have one of his own to tinker with. His hope is to get into IT, and he’s been teaching himself about computers since he was 11. He’s familiar with the inner workings of a desktop by this point, even doing his co-op education program at the IT department for the local University. He shows great promise in the field, and with an IQ of 141, he is quite good as solving issues accurately and timely. He just needs experience with the smaller and more compact laptop technologies.

The following day he shows up to school sporting his brand new laptop at his side. He has plans to type his school notes, rather than hand write them, from that point forward. This catches the attention of the young women at school, and immediately they know he has money. He tells them about the taxi cab and the trust fund, and that he had received it the previous day.

From this point women seem to flock to him but he is still far too naive at this point to put 2 and 2 together. He doesn’t know they want his money, and he doesn’t really question it despite being unable to find anything else about him that has changed to make him more appealing to the opposite sex. He simply accepts his new-found appeal and presses on.

Over the next few months he has a few short relationships, but none of them lead to anything physical beyond hand holding and cheek kissing. He is 18 years old and still a virgin. A secret he tries hard to keep as the idea of a male being 18 and still a virgin is shameful to him. He does not want anyone to know but he doesn’t know how to approach the topic either. He’s under the impression that the very mention of sex turns women off and he’s afraid of losing the little bit of female attention he has. That is until he meets a young woman in a nearby city.

They both begin dating and she challenges everything he’s learned up to this point. She initiates sex on the first date. He initially lies to her about his sexual past, or lack of one to be accurate, and tells her he isn’t a virgin. He doesn’t go big with the lie though. He tells her he has had a few encounters but nothing to brag about. The relationship lasts until his trust fund dries up and he is still too naive to realize where his sudden appeal came from. 18, broke and again single he seeks other relationships locally. He finds none and will remain single until he is 22.

By this time he’s regretting how he frivolously spent his entire trust fund on others instead of investing. Women became a distraction and as a result his grades plummeted and he could no longer get into any good University or College. His choices were to repeat the 12th grade, or acquire his GED and enter the workforce. With increasing pressure from his parents he chose the latter.

He began working for a call centre company that handles tech support for the Xbox 360 console and Xbox live service. Making only minimum wage, but punching in enough overtime, he was able to make enough money to move out into his own place, with a roommate of course. His roommate was a coworker who had been falsely accused of rape. He signed off as a surety to get him out of jail but at this point he is still too blue pill to know that false rape accusations occur any more than 2% of the time. He signs reluctantly, partially believing the accusation is actually genuine. The 10 months living with his coworker quickly become toxic as the belief that the accusation is genuine starts to creep into the forefront of his mind. He starts believing he’s helping a rapist escape punishment and this begins to eat away at his conscience.

During this time a new tenant moves into the apartment upstairs. A very attractive, independent woman who catches our young man’s eye. They begin talking and things begin to evolve. She tells him about her abusive ex boyfriend and he quickly develops a sense of empathy and compassion for her. He feels bad that she was treated this way. The relationship only lasts a few months when he finds out she cheated on him with the very same ex she claimed was abusive. Shortly after she leaves our young man and gets back with her ex.

After 10 months, the trial was over and his coworker, and roommate, has been found guilty. His mind spirals into a state of guilt as he believes he has betrayed the very women he was raised to protect. The fact that the evidence for the guilty verdict was flaky or non-existent does nothing to diminish this state of mind. Within days he quickly pulls surety and sends his roommate back to jail before the sentencing date. His roommate is forced to get his new girlfriend to sign. Our young man moves back in with his parents and carries with him a feeling that he’s failed and betrayed women everywhere. He does not feel like a man.

As the years pass, our young man tries desperately to figure out why he has such bad luck with women. He’s a nice guy. He’s compassionate, he’s empathetic, he carries a torch for women’s rights and he defers to the women around him for direction. He’s completely unaware that the very women he defers to see him as a directionless loser. He believes he’s doing the right thing, but is completely unaware that his unmasculine, feminine, behaviour is self sabotaging.

4 years pass before he meets who he believes in the woman of his dreams. He falls head over heels in love quickly. They begin a relationship and initially things are amazing. He’s never been so happy. She’s the perfect woman, and the very sight of her face lights his heart on fire. Her touch sends him into a state of bliss. He just wants to be around her. A few months pass and he begins to notice she is spending less and less time with him. Not just that but often also forgetting plans they make together. He finds himself going to her place to do nothing more than dog sit while she goes out with friends. The depression begins to develop as the idea that he’s simply being used as a means for her to neglect her responsibilities. He is still far too naive to accept this truth, but begins expressing annoyance and frustration. They begin fighting and he tries tirelessly to shift the blame on anything but her. She can’t be using him. She’s perfect and he loves her. He is completely blind.

He goes over to her place one day, as they have plans, but once again finds she “forgot” about them. He spends the entire day, and most of the night alone in her apartment as she spends her time partying and getting drunk. He goes to bed, only to be woken up at about 2 in the morning to a heavily intoxicated and angry girlfriend. She screams at him, kicks him out of her apartment, and pushes her deep freezer up against the door. He returns home for the night.

The next day he returns to find the door has been blocked by the deep freezer, but the door isn’t locked. He manages to push his way into the apartment. She is on the couch, still passed out and a plate of food has been knocked over onto the carpet. The dog was not taken out, and as a result defecated and urinated on the floor. He waits patiently for her to wake up.

When she finally regains consciousness she finds him sitting opposite to her, the food on the carpet, the deep freezer out-of-place and the shit and piss on the floor. She asks our young man what happened, and he tells her with tears beginning to stream down his face. The events of the night before, coupled with the events of his past have left such a scar that he cannot hide it any longer. He’s breaking, and the cracks can’t be contained much longer.

She apologizes profusely and explains this is a pattern of hers. This isn’t the first time she’s done this and our young man is not her first victim. He accepts her apology on the condition that she begin attending AA meetings. She agrees.

They call for local AA meeting times and decide the next day, a Wednesday, would be a good time to start. He goes with her, right at her side, to show support. Little did he know that she was not taking this seriously.

The following week, when she was supposed to go to her second meeting, she skipped out. A week later, she skipped out again. She wasn’t hiding her inability to take responsibility very well, but he was still very much blind to it.

During the next few months he continued to shift blame on anything and anyone but her until they decided to move in together. They found a place across town, a new neighbourhood and to him a new beginning. Things were good for a week. She began exhibiting the same behaviour as before, but she grew in toxicity. She began blaming her toxic behaviour and neglect on him. Several times removing his keys for days, or weeks, at a time so he could not go anywhere. He was 26, and his girlfriend was essentially grounding him for her own behaviour.

What’s more is that she began demanding that he not talk to family or friends about certain things. Any breach of this resulted in her threatening to end the relationship, and again grounding him by relinquishing his keys. She also began controlling his finances. Where he couldn’t spend a dime on himself, she would shop all day. Buying useless items that most of the time remained unopened and unused for weeks or sometimes months.

Soon she met another man and was spending large amounts of time with him. Our young man wouldn’t dare tell her not to spend time with this other man but soon things got to be too much. She began making plans with our young man, only to cancel them because the other man wanted to hang out. It got to the point where she would make plans with our young man, only to call the other man on the phone just minutes after and make plans with him instead, right in front of our young man. He was beginning to feel unwanted. He tried incredibly hard to find ways to bring back the feelings they shared in the early days of the relationship, but failed time and time.

She began to intentionally try to frustrate and anger our young man each week, to the point where he felt he had to leave for the weekends, freeing up hers. While he was recovering from the week before, she was partying and enjoying herself.

It all came to blows one day when our young man finally reached his breaking point. Almost a decade of lies, betrayal, and selfish, toxic women had finally broken what little spirit he had left.

One morning, 14 months into the relationship, the man and his psychologically abusive spouse made plans to spend the day together. It was one last chance for the woman to prove she actually cared about him. After a quick lunch at the coffee shop, and a trip to the nearby grocery store, he discovered that one of the woman’s friends had been waiting outside for the couple to return home. During the walk home the man listened in as their plans were once again, and for the final time, cancelled. He realized she cared nothing for him and was simply looking for excuses to spend as little time as possible. He walked ahead, quickly, and left the two women to walk back alone.

When she and her friend returned, she found our young man on the balcony having a cigarette and trying to calm down before deciding how to deal with his new-found epiphany. She opened the door, and began interrogating him. As calmly as he could, he told her that he knew their plans are shot, that she was going to spend the day with her friend instead and that they would talk about it when she returned. The woman’s friend spoke up, telling the man not to talk to her that way. Not to be disrespected in a place that he calls home, he bluntly told the friend to shut the fuck and stay out of it. An argument ensued when the friend told the man she thinks he should move out.

The man asked the friend multiple times to leave his home, but she refused. He exercised his right and forcefully removed her from the apartment. The argument between the couple continued, until she told him that he had fucked up worse than ever before. She relinquished his keys, went to her friend’s house and they both called the police. The man was arrested under a false domestic abuse allegation and removed from the home.

He had experienced first hand how easy it is for a false accusation to be treated as genuine, if the accuser is a woman. And how easy it is for a woman to make a false accusation without guilt for what she puts another person through.

On that day, an MRA was born.

Our young man now thinks back to his former roommate, and he was falsely accused. He is filled with guilt once again, but this time for betraying his friend. He knows he doesn’t deserve forgiveness, but he hopes his friend can forgive him someday.

Our young man is forever changed. His eyes wide open to the truth. A giant red pill shoved down his throat in the form of his own false accusation story. He’s become the uncaring jerk he always tried so hard not to be. He is shamed by women for becoming the very thing those women molded him into through his experiences with them. Yet he feels no shame at all. Not anymore. He is reborn, living for himself, defining himself and rejecting any and all external definitions of himself.

Once a blue pill beta, now forever a red pill zeta.

About Christian Chiasson

Christian Chiasson, known by his gamertag "xxToyEdxx (pronounced "toyed") is host of AVfM Radio's Tales from the Infrared.

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  • http://www.avoiceformen.com/ Dean Esmay

    Waking up to realize you’ve been taught to hate yourself and put the opposite sex on a pedestal is very painful. But the journey is almost always worth it. It lets you see people as just human–possibly for the first time in your life.

    • Dagda Mór

      Yes taking the red pill is not unlike being betrayed by your best friend, emotionally.

  • Petey

    If only I’d known this too at this young man’s age. Damn if only’s …

    • Vương Vi-Nhuyễn – 王微軟

      That’s why we exist now, to warn everyone about the dangers of misandry. :-

  • Mike Hunt

    Reminds me of when I had a brand new beautiful truck at the age of 25. The women came flocking like never before. It was fun to finally have my way with them. Use them the same way they used me. Make plans to only brake them. Got it out of my system.

    • Christian Chiasson

      Although I end the piece with the realisation that the blue pill did nothing but betray me, the strong secondary moral of this story is just how alluring the blue pill really is to young and inexperienced minds. It did nothing but betray me day after day and yet I didn’t even have it in me to look for an alternate way of thinking about the sexually dymorphic nature’s of males and females. I swallowed that blue pill with the false promise that it will all work out. That naiveté almost drove me to suicide on more than a few occasions. This also shows just how dangerous the blue pill really is despite how alluring it is and how difficult it can be to stop taking it.

  • plasmacutter

    While it’s technically plausible for things to play out this way, I don’t like discussing perfect storm scenarios like this because of how unlikely they are.

    • Christian Chiasson

      Every word in this piece is true. I only used a third person narrative as a framing device because it helped get the words out more easily.

      • plasmacutter

        I suspected as much but it’s still unlikely for all the dominoes to line up in this way.

        It’s presented with an implicit “it can happen to you”, when this is perhaps a 5% case.

        It’s unjust when it happens, a fight should be made to dismantle the systems which allow it, but presenting it in this way reminds me of how we got the TSA, confiscated nail clippers, and the patriot act.

        • Christian Chiasson

          The intention wasn’t to tell a “it could happen to you” story. Due to my upbringing it isn’t always easy for me to talk about certain things. The intention was only to create a degree or 2 of separation. This allowed me to tell my story from the perspective of an outsider which made it easier by putting me outside of the first person perspective and allowing me to “pretend” like I’m narrating the experiences of someone else.

        • http://www.avoiceformen.com/ Dean Esmay

          Obvious troll is obvious.

          • plasmacutter

            It’s not a troll.

            While it’s a rough story it’s hardly typical for all of these things to come together to wreck one person’s life.

            I suppose this is my moderate side coming out, but there’s a difference between calling attention to issues and presenting a worst case scenario with tremendous acrimony.

            I could certainly be killed on the highway after being struck at the exact same millisecond by a meteor, lightning bolt, crashing commercial liner, terrorist RPG, and drunk driver doing 90 on the wrong side of the road, but it’s unlikely, and it’s unproductive to present such an experience as if it’s representative of the whole.

          • Adanu

            We have enough feminists minimizing horror stories through statistics and emotional blackmail. We don’t need a ‘moderate’ doing the same.

            Every person, male or female, should have the right to pursue happiness, regardless of statistics.

        • TarzanWannaBe

          Implicit or explicit? Haha. How Stoopid. At issue is plausibility and possibility. So allow me to be Mr. Obvious for a second and naively ask how the presentation could be an “it could happen to you” story? Anyone wanna answer how this could be a “it could happen to you” story? Please enlighten me way down here — how could this story, by any stretch of the imagination, possibly have an “it could happen to you” element? How!?! Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

          • TarzanWannaBe

            …because… actually… it could…?

            Ding, ding ding! Winner!

    • http://www.avoiceformen.com/ Dean Esmay

      Such stories are commonplace and quite ordinary from all I’ve seen. You’re either naive or you’re needling on purpose.

      • plasmacutter

        I can’t rule out naivety, but the converse could also be true — immersion in stories like this one could have inflated your sense of proportion to them.

        We do have unprecedented levels of incarceration and poverty in this nation, but it takes a certain level of “shelter” for blue-pills to remain as such, which means enough people are not suffering this to prevent it becoming a flash-point for revolution.

        The system only works in this way as long as enough people are not bludgeoned by these events to be used as weapons against those who are.

        • TarzanWannaBe

          I’m not buying. You’ve stated above some ass-pulled number that it is only “perhaps a 5% case.” And that “It’s unjust when it happens”. Really? How unjust? Wanna bet… ummm 100% to sufferer? Additionally, you suggest instead that “a fight should be made to dismantle the systems which allow it” Now go back to the aforementioned ass and pull out and number representing how available this “system” is to those who wish to wield abusively. What do you get? Another 100%.

          • plasmacutter

            I’m not made of stone.

            I feel the same sympathy and righteous indignation you and everyone else feel in reaction to this story, but that’s the point of this story, catharsis and advocacy through appeal to emotion.

            While I condone posts like this for the sake of catharsis, I see appeals to emotion in political advocacy as potentially dangerous for reasons all of us should be well aware of by now.

          • Christian Chiasson

            Whoa. Slow down. This is a personal story of my journey to the red pill. There is nothing political about it nor do I want it to be used for political reasons. Look. Everyone in this movement has their own story; their own journey to the red pill if you will. Some were lucky to have found it before going through too much crap while others weren’t so lucky.

            Although you claim the events of my story seem to be a “perfect storm” I can say with great confidence that there are some in this movement who have been through a lot more than I have in their own journey to find the red pill. I spent 7 hours in a holding cell and went through a 16 week anti DV program where they tried to brainwash me into believing I was just as bad as Hitler despite the fact that it was clearly a false allegation and my ex admitted to the police on scene and the interviewing detective that I never once hit her(I have the summary of that interview in the full disclosure I was given in court).

            But there are some who have spent years, perhaps decades wrongfully incarcerated for a false rape allegations. My aim with this story was not to claim I went through the harshest crap before arriving here at the red pill. My aim was simply to share my journey so that others will know they are not alone.

            When you near the end of blue pill thinking you feel betrayed, lied to and alone. You feel as if you must be some kind of weirdo to feel that way. You start blaming women and feel like an asshole for doing it but you do it anyway. It’s a state of mind that can easily take a turn for the worse. If you want an example just look at the BS being spread by Manhood Academy and other tradcons like them.

            Thankfully I found AVFM and it’s here that I learned to think in terms of individuals instead of groups. I found the stories of others and I could relate to them on some level. Not 100% completely but on some level I understood what these other men have gone through. I only wanted to share my own story and contribute to the long list of personal stories that kept me from becoming a tradcon.

          • TarzanWannaBe

            Gotcha. Perhaps someone else’s life experience might be more suitable unto you. Keep digging.

          • http://www.avoiceformen.com/ Dean Esmay

            Enough. It has been for many years, and will continue to be, the policy of this publication to allow people to tell their personal stories, and to NOT tolerate people shitting on others for telling their personal stories.

            This is not a “perfect storm” story. Nor is it an “it could happen to you” story. It is a 100% credible story, and frankly, a common one. More men need to speak about experiences like this, and I assure you we will welcome more men doing so, we have always featured such stories here and we always will. It is not up for debate.

            Furthermore, we do not tolerate attacking people for telling their personal stories, so seriously, if you don’t stop now you’re going to get banned. Yes, it IS an attack, I perceive it that way and my perception is the only judge, jury, and executioner here, so I suggest you back the fuck off and do one of three things: 1) just shut up now before you dig yourself in deeper, 2) apologize, or 3) go away and don’t come back. If you don’t do #1 or #2 on your own, I will see to it that #3 is what happens.

            No, this is not up for any further discussion and I am completely, 100% uninterested in any further thoughts you have on the matter.

          • plasmacutter

            I apologize Dean,

            I did not intend to diminish Christian’s life experience.


            It’s clear I’ve crossed a line I did not intend to cross and you have my full apologies.

          • http://www.avoiceformen.com/ Dean Esmay

            You know what? That’s class. Thank you.

          • Tallwheel

            And, even if this only happens to 5 out of every 100 guys, that’s way way too many in my opinion.

        • Bombay

          “The system only works in this way as long as enough people are not
          bludgeoned by these events to be used as weapons against those who are.”

          Enough people being male and female feminists. With government funding and media support there are more than enough not bludgeoned to bludgeon half the population. Many of whom do not even know they are being bludgeoned.

          • Dan Slezak


    • TarzanWannaBe

      Christian offered a polite response to yours. I don’t because it’s fucking idiotic.

    • Dan Slezak

      Hey, stop bro, please. Every man that comes over here has a cause. For me, its reproductive rights and education. As men, we know we are on the short end of the stick. We are the average guys. This guys story was mine and soo many others. He was lucky though, he didn’t get trapped with 18 years of child support while starting out in life.
      This, dude, is not a perfect storm situation. They are not unlikely! They are the norm.
      My father died when I was 17, and then his mother three years later. I had about 16 thou. in 4 years. I spent it exactly the same way. Toys and expensive dinners out with her. For only two fucking months. we were both young and she became was pregnant. I watched my sisters dispose of their pregnancies and thought that she would do the same. I was wrong.
      She lied about the pill, because she thought I had money.
      This situation is not rare.

      • Matthew Lane

        Actually Dan, the above story is the perfect storm scenario & Plasmacutter is well within his rights to dislike such stories: I’ll be honest, as cute as it was, it was a work of fiction.

        • Dan Slezak

          I don’t know if it was fiction or not. The perfect storm cant be completed without an unwanted pregnancy, proxy violence, and wage slavery. Maybe the author didn’t get that, but I did. My story is not a work of fiction! What’s yours?

        • Christian Chiasson

          1) Not fiction

          2) Not cute

          3) Not the perfect storm. I’ve gotten off much easier than a lot of men but that still doesn’t mean I can’t share my life experiences.

        • Turbo

          How do you know it is a work of fiction? Can you tell us for a fact that it is not true?
          If not, why are you minimizing this man’s experience?

  • MisterAbsurd

    I remember reading this in the red-pill-stories forum shortly after I first found AVFM. I found that particular sub-forum completely engrossing, and read every single post. Thanks for sharing. I hope these kind of stories can prevent others from losing decades of their lives to the blue pill.

    P.S. Did you ever speak with your former roommate again?

    • Christian Chiasson

      Unfortunately no. We completely lost touch after that and I haven’t been able to find his contact info.

  • Tallwheel

    This story is identical to mine up until the part where you get the money and start gaining some attention from women. I pretty much just continued living as the confused feminist virgin blue pill beta nice guy far later into my 20’s than I care to admit even now. I’m not even a bad-looking guy. On the plus side, since I didn’t get any attention from women I also managed to avoid false allegations, though.

  • Vương Vi-Nhuyễn – 王微軟

    Wow, this is exactly like what I’ve gone through. :-O Only I was attacked by my ex, and when I told anyone they would laugh at my face and call me ”a wuss”, but up until the age of 22 (which I haven’t reached yet) it’s almost me. :-O

  • Magnus

    Wow… I can see myself is so much of that story. I am just glad that I never got close enough to any girl to let them destroy me. I am glad I saw the light before I got broken.
    Great story Christian, thank you for sharing.

  • kyle

    Wow, the exact same thing happened to me, that is insane.
    Women know that falsely accusing someone of domestic violence is a powerful tool, its a perfect revenge tool.
    I too had to forcibly remove my girlfriend from my apartment after I broke up with her and she wouldn’t leave. She too then had me arrested.
    On a side note, in the state of new jersey, a if a man is accused of domestic violence, a warrant is automatically put out for his arrest.
    She crawled up into the top bunk of my bed, and refused to budge for a couple of hours, all the while I was telling her to get the fuck out. The ironic part was, that I didn’t want to HER to be arrested. She wasn’t leaving, and I didn’t want to have to call the police and have her get arrested. So I did the only thing and honorable man could do, I lightly bear hugged her, picked her up and walked her out the door, then gently put her ass down outside. I fucking saved her from being arrested, and what does she do? Turn around and have me arrested. The feminism taught in schools is breeding a dangerously brazen breed of girls. They think that they can do whatever, they think that can punch, scratch, trespass, steal, or otherwise coax men into violence, then once the man lays a finger on them, that is some sort of legal trump card. I have news for you snowflake, you ain’t special, get the fuck out of my house. You can’t coax me into violence because I’m a non violent human being. Why do you think you can coax violence out of me you sexist piece of shit? Have fun graduating and getting a teaching job with your shiny new restraining order.
    I realized a few things that day. I realized why domestic violence happens, it happens because two parties are butting heads and are frustrated with each other. TWO parties, not one party. Domestic violence doesn’t happen because “Man comes home from drunk after a long day at the office and is jonesin’ to beat the old lady just because.”
    That day I realized that I’d been taught to hate and distrust men, and It made me feel both terrible, and in a way free.

  • thatdogguy

    I remember becoming suddenly popular in high school when I got a car. I was a ride to parties, to Mcdonalds at lunch, ride home after school, etc. Although on some level I knew I was being used, I didn’t want to believe it, as for once I thought I was liked for myself. While I didn’t believe girls could do no wrong, the desperation to be accepted as a teenager, made me grovel in ways that are embarrassing when I think back on them. My behavior, like the guy in this story, is not uncommon. Now as an adult, when I see guys succumbing to the female tears, (shed on demand) and manipulation, it makes me sad for these guys. They are under the ether and will do everything in their power to excuse her behavior and work his ass off to try and make her happy. They should hand out the Red pills to boys before they start high school. It would save many a man years of abuse and heartbreak.

  • Riku

    Finding myself in this point…in that, too…and here and there…Wait, is this story about me?
    Jk, but it’s really unfortunate that so many men need to have the red pill shoved down forcefully. Unnecessary suffering…people just need to question their own beliefs, and be skeptical constantly.

  • Harry

    My word, this story just hits home hard. This is how I used to be and Im glad I was able to find places like this before I became a fully independent adult.

  • Christian Chiasson

    Thank you for your feedback. I’ve never been too good a writer but I felt this story needed to be shared in one way or another.

  • Christian Chiasson

    Thank you.

  • Daniel Kulkarni

    After reading this, I’m starting to believe it’s a blessing that women have never given me the time of day. This was a fantastic read, Christian.