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Male "game" is just being unapologetically authentic, undeniably competent, and unpretentiously confident.

Male "healing" is actually about feeling power, agency, and capability. The easiest way to achieve this is through the productive completion of meaningful tasks.

Men have a rough 24-hour hormone cycle, while women have an approximate 28-day hormone cycle. Generally speaking, men's testosterone levels peak in the morning and reach their lowest between around 7:00pm and 10:00pm. This is also the prime time to engage in more emotive discussions, fostering deeper connections naturally. Just as men offer us grace during our most turbulent days, we should offer them downtime and affection during the trough of their daily cycles. It is biological.

To not live to your full potential is a sin against your existence. You are a miracle, now honour it.

Highly intelligent outlier men often have an underdeveloped Anima which, if unlocked, will revolutionise their genius into something near incomprehensible. Outlier cognition is not merely a gift, but a symptom of psychic survival. More often than not, these men have had traumatic, asymmetrical, or neglectful relationships with their mother - causing severe psychic wounding to their nervous system regulation and a tectonic fracture in their connection with the Anima - the feminine dimension of the psyche, the bridge to unconscious wisdom - the place between intellect and instinct, between ego and soul, between who they had to be and who they truly are. This stunts emotional undercurrents, resulting in near-total suppression of intuition, for emotion is the conduit through which intuition flows - and intuition is a felt-sense, anchored in subconscious somatic gut–brain axis intelligence.

I believe one of the most attractive traits in a man is his ability to draw you into his world. It is not about what he can buy, but about the art of mental seduction. Women love to feel and there is nothing more captivating than ideas or concepts that shift our perception of reality to the extent that the world feels entirely new. To be inspired by a man to see life through fresh eyes and a beginner’s mind is the ultimate act of seduction. From that moment onwards, he embeds himself into our worldview. That is a man with true mental prowess, worthy of leading.

Voice physiognomy is real. You can hear sensuality, vitality, and swag in a man's voice and cadence. Intuitive women pick up on this much more than most realise.

If you are highly intuitive, you will spot internal patterns within others that they themselves are not yet conscious of, or not comfortable or courageous enough to admit. Part of the journey is accepting that most will never admit to what you have intuited, in fact, many will outright deny that which you know - which can feel like some sort of sick gaslighting gimmick. The lesson lies in trusting yourself without needing external confirmation. You already know it, because you see what you intuited revealed later and play out in the way you expected. Thus, honour yourself and your knowing. The Cassandra curse is only a curse when you are not sovereign.

Women are conquered physically, men are conquered spiritually. Experienced men are well aware that if they sleep with women who are sufficiently attracted to them - with enough sheer force and brute dominance - more often than not, through quivers and intense verbal assertion, these women become emotionally bound. This is due to the natural flooding of oxytocin during sex for most women, increasing the likelihood of deep bonds forming. Men do not inherently hold their bodies with the same sacred reverence as women. Psychologically, men perceive their vessel as more disposable - a means of conquest. Women often underestimate how well men can compartmentalise sex. Many can sleep with a vast range of women in a state of pure carnal rage - like the whirlwind fury of a drugged-out bender or an immersive tear - all while actively feeling annoyed by the company of these women. Often, they subconsciously resist spiritual penetration during such phases.

My close friend, who is also a business owner, dragged me to a women-only networking event, much to my dismay. I find these networking events highly performative and prefer more organic networking. Nevertheless, this friend wanted a little support as she was speaking at the event, so I went along. I remember watching these women do a small presentation about their businesses, but the one that stood out to me was this woman with soulful, yet solemn eyes. She made moulds of tiny hands and feet of newborns for families welcoming their little bundle of joy. What touched me the most was how gently she treated each piece, almost cradling each little hand and foot, and placing them down with such softness and care - you could feel how much she loved what she did. During the "mingle" part of the event, I struck up a conversation because I was curious about her story. After some pleasantries, I found out she could not have children of her own. You could feel her pain as she admitted this, as she quickly flashed a smile to cover it. Instead of collapsing into bitterness, she found a way to still celebrate the sacredness of birth and to honour the miracle of life. I could almost imagine her painting each piece with loving, careful brushstrokes. Her gentleness with each piece reflects what might have been her maternal nature, channelled into art and remembrance. It was moving, because it was unspoken devotion. Rather than letting infertility swallow her soul, she transmuted it into service - leaving behind creations that carry both the child's imprint and her own. In this way, her work is creative motherhood - maybe not biological, but deeply meaningful, spiritual, and symbolic. It is her way of leaving a trace of herself in the world - quietly beautiful, quietly enduring. There is such humility, power, and beauty in the transmutation of pain into art. I gained more than I realised that day.

Highly intelligent outlier men require spirituality to ground their souls and to prevent corrosion. I don't mean the performative kind, but a deep, holistically scrutinised spiritual anchor in the divine, acting as the conduit for ongoing spiritual integration, no matter the form it takes. For the weight of fierce intelligence and ferocious wisdom carries immense soul debt, born from the suffering such insight demands. When this anchoring does not occur, that soul debt is often externalised as hatred or indifference, regardless of the chosen vector.

True desire cannot be feigned, nor is it ashamed of its form - like creativity, it seeks the path of least resistance to enable its manifestation into reality. It respects the dignity of ease - if genuine, resonant attraction is there - it wants to make his life easier, to be considerate of his needs. It wants to give, to be absorbed, to adorn the adored with the most beautiful offerings the soul can fathom. Anything less is just cope.

All men have a physical type. Some of those who are more fragmented have two, with the discreet "shadow" type usually being an inversion of all that which he proclaims to despise. You can discern this extremely quickly if he has a dating history. No matter how attractive you are, if you are not his type, you are the "exception" sitting on the ticking time bomb of his real preference "rule". For those with options, invest in a man who sees you as his type, and vice versa. Physical attraction is more important than most men would care to admit. It helps when he is innately rock solid for you. This is just long-term risk management. Be smart.

The wisest outliers are always low-key outrageously unhinged, absurdly curious, and intellectually promiscuous.

Highly intelligent outlier men often have an underdeveloped Anima which, if unlocked, will revolutionise their genius into something near incomprehensible. Outlier cognition is not merely a gift, but a symptom of psychic survival. More often than not, these men have had traumatic, asymmetrical, or neglectful relationships with their mother - causing severe psychic wounding to their nervous system regulation and a tectonic fracture in their connection with the Anima - the feminine dimension of the psyche, the bridge to unconscious wisdom - the place between intellect and instinct, between ego and soul, between who they had to be and who they truly are. This stunts emotional undercurrents, resulting in near-total suppression of intuition, for emotion is the conduit through which intuition flows - and intuition is a felt-sense, anchored in subconscious somatic gut–brain axis intelligence.

Male "game" is just being unapologetically authentic, undeniably competent, and unpretentiously confident.

All men have a physical type. Some of those who are more fragmented have two, with the discreet "shadow" type usually being an inversion of all that which he proclaims to despise. You can discern this extremely quickly if he has a dating history. No matter how attractive you are, if you are not his type, you are the "exception" sitting on the ticking time bomb of his real preference "rule". For those with options, invest in a man who sees you as his type, and vice versa. Physical attraction is more important than most men would care to admit. It helps when he is innately rock solid for you. This is just long-term risk management. Be smart.

Men have a rough 24-hour hormone cycle, while women have an approximate 28-day hormone cycle. Generally speaking, men's testosterone levels peak in the morning and reach their lowest between around 7:00pm and 10:00pm. This is also the prime time to engage in more emotive discussions, fostering deeper connections naturally. Just as men offer us grace during our most turbulent days, we should offer them downtime and affection during the trough of their daily cycles. It is biological.

Highly intelligent outlier men require spirituality to ground their souls and to prevent corrosion. I don't mean the performative kind, but a deep, holistically scrutinised spiritual anchor in the divine, acting as the conduit for ongoing spiritual integration, no matter the form it takes. For the weight of fierce intelligence and ferocious wisdom carries immense soul debt, born from the suffering such insight demands. When this anchoring does not occur, that soul debt is often externalised as hatred or indifference, regardless of the chosen vector.

To not live to your full potential is a sin against your existence. You are a miracle, now honour it.

Male "healing" is actually about feeling power, agency, and capability. The easiest way to achieve this is through the productive completion of meaningful tasks.

Voice physiognomy is real. You can hear sensuality, vitality, and swag in a man's voice and cadence. Intuitive women pick up on this much more than most realise.

Generally speaking, "good girls" and "crazy bitches" each receive what the other covertly desires. Men categorise women rapidly, thus, with "crazy bitches", they are able to be completely unhinged and experience near-transcendental, soul-alchemising sexual encounters. The act itself allows the boundaries of extreme taboo, spiritual masochism, undiluted degradation, potent annihilation, and arcane perversion to blur - acts that would normally be deeply ostracising or desecrating - are often consented to, because the psyche is aroused by the inverse of its own moral code. Moral inversion becomes the ultimate aphrodisiac - it is where our true shadows are released to play, however abysmally dark. In such cases, there is little or no internal moral conflict - and so, the experience carries unfettered sexual freedom. These women become vehicles of true shadow expression. But to reach such calamitously undoing levels of violent, destabilising, and cathartic toxicity - there must be an instinctual absence of inherent respect - even if the man's aftercare is well-practised. Eros thrives in ambiguity and chaos, not in safety. "Crazy bitches" may become wives, but they are often not loved in the same protective manner as "good girls", because they do not inspire a desire to protect what is perceived as pure. On the other hand, "good girls" are often chosen for their gentle, nurturing, and pure natures. Men often view them as muses - whimsical and kind, yet tinged with a Bambi-like sweet fragility. They evoke self-regulation in men, due to unconscious idealisation or internalised moral scripts. Thus, while men may love them and protect them with their lives, they will not defile or take "good girls" to the sexual extremes they are otherwise capable of. A wife - the mother of a man's children - is psychologically sacred. In many ways, she is subconsciously seen as an extension of his legacy, thus, to violate the "good girl" feels like a violation of the self - it evokes shame and disgust. There exists an internal, unconscious archetype men are unwilling to taint. This is the "good girl" lore. Thus, "crazy bitches" will be screwed with the full force of a man's sexual nature, but may never know the pure, reverent love of a man. Meanwhile, "good girls" will be loved with utmost devotion and gently held in his hands, but may never know what it is to be desecrated like his whore - to witness the full, unfiltered expression of a man's sexual darkness. The quiet tragedy is that both long, subconsciously, for what the other receives. There are rare outlier men capable of holding both internal paradigms - able to screw uninhibitedly, not out of disrespect, but from reverent surrender. These men are usually highly intelligent. Having worked through their internal binaries, they can hold seemingly contradictory concepts without collapsing them - creating a space where taboo becomes sacrament, degradation becomes liberation, and perversion becomes ritual - a charged, boundaryless experience - one in which those involved are both destroyed and illuminated.

If you are highly intuitive, you will spot internal patterns within others that they themselves are not yet conscious of, or not comfortable or courageous enough to admit. Part of the journey is accepting that most will never admit to what you have intuited, in fact, many will outright deny that which you know - which can feel like some sort of sick gaslighting gimmick. The lesson lies in trusting yourself without needing external confirmation. You already know it, because you see what you intuited revealed later and play out in the way you expected. Thus, honour yourself and your knowing. The Cassandra curse is only a curse when you are not sovereign.

I believe one of the most attractive traits in a man is his ability to draw you into his world. It is not about what he can buy, but about the art of mental seduction. Women love to feel and there is nothing more captivating than ideas or concepts that shift our perception of reality to the extent that the world feels entirely new. To be inspired by a man to see life through fresh eyes and a beginner’s mind is the ultimate act of seduction. From that moment onwards, he embeds himself into our worldview. That is a man with true mental prowess, worthy of leading.

There was an article about how some people have no inner monologue. I wondered whether they truly don't, or whether it is due to immensely low self-awareness, making it functionally the same as having no inner monologue.

It is quite difficult for intuitive thinkers to explain how they know what they know - they just know, and it passes the intellectual "sniff test", so they run with it. That's pretty much all there is to it. It actually takes more mental energy to reverse-engineer the process, and it's not something they enjoy - it feels like unnecessary admin.

If you are exceptionally perceptive, you will intuit truths about others well ahead of their becoming, truths that are not yours to reveal. This calls for a further layer of meta-intuition, a compassionate responsibility to discern what belongs to silence. There is wisdom in attuned restraint, for truths unveil themselves at their most opportune time. Often, truths are consciously revealed to souls through their own organic lived experience, for premature disclosure can be detrimental, distorting what is not yet ready to be received. To rush another's progress is to steal their becoming for the sake of one's own ego. Thus, a keeper of knowledge is never a revealer at will, they honour the rhythm of natural alignment.

My close friend, who is also a business owner, dragged me to a women-only networking event, much to my dismay. I find these networking events highly performative and prefer more organic networking. Nevertheless, this friend wanted a little support as she was speaking at the event, so I went along. I remember watching these women do a small presentation about their businesses, but the one that stood out to me was this woman with soulful, yet solemn eyes. She made moulds of tiny hands and feet of newborns for families welcoming their little bundle of joy. What touched me the most was how gently she treated each piece, almost cradling each little hand and foot, and placing them down with such softness and care - you could feel how much she loved what she did. During the "mingle" part of the event, I struck up a conversation because I was curious about her story. After some pleasantries, I found out she could not have children of her own. You could feel her pain as she admitted this, as she quickly flashed a smile to cover it. Instead of collapsing into bitterness, she found a way to still celebrate the sacredness of birth and to honour the miracle of life. I could almost imagine her painting each piece with loving, careful brushstrokes. Her gentleness with each piece reflects what might have been her maternal nature, channelled into art and remembrance. It was moving, because it was unspoken devotion. Rather than letting infertility swallow her soul, she transmuted it into service - leaving behind creations that carry both the child's imprint and her own. In this way, her work is creative motherhood - maybe not biological, but deeply meaningful, spiritual, and symbolic. It is her way of leaving a trace of herself in the world - quietly beautiful, quietly enduring. There is such humility, power, and beauty in the transmutation of pain into art. I gained more than I realised that day.

Sexy aura this, intense aura that - fine. But no one talks about the subtle yet powerful confessional aura - the kind that makes strangers immediately unpack their shadows with you, as if you're about to purify their soul.