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The Way of the Wolf

Being a male is a matter of birth.  Being a man is a matter of choice.

The uniform of a wolf is a sharp suit and tie.

Society has conspired against the modern man to make his life very challenging, filled with setbacks, uncertainties, and frustrations.  Sometimes the younger man just has no idea who and what he is supposed to be.  For the average man, deciding upon his life path requires patience, determination, and strong communication skills.  Partly this is the fault of the feminist / metrosexual / LBGT communities who seem to see the traditional, strong, heterosexual, masculine male as some kind of a threat.

However, there is another kind of man who couldn’t care less what most other people think of him ~ the wolf will get whatever he wants even at the expense of everyone else.  The wolf will run his own life, according to his own rules, and without much in the way of morality, ethics, or guilt getting in the way ~ especially when it comes to work, women, and sexual desire.

Wolves know their deepest purpose is to make as much money as possible, and to enjoy sex as often as possible, with as many women as possible.  He is unabashedly masculine, purposeful, confident, grounded, spontaneous, and sensitive.  A wolf is totally turned on by the feminine ~ he loves to take women sexually, to ravish them, to embrace his inner masculinity and her femininity.  He is dedicated to incarnating sexual love, and in his quest he is not bound by outer convention or inner cowardice.

A wolf is not a macho jerk, scared bully, posturing King Kong, scruffy tradesman, or spineless wimp.  However, he will not try to be cooperative, conventional, safe, sharing, or understanding.  He simply lives his life to its deepest core, fearlessly pursuing his wants, needs, and desires, totally committed to abundance, dominance, and sexual gratification for both himself and his partner. A true wolf doesn’t want to make love, he wants to fuck her like an animal.

Sadly I am not, and never have been a wolf.  If I am meeting a woman I always ensure that I am spotlessly clean and well-groomed, I open doors for women, stand when she enters a room and arrives at or leaves my table, shut up when a woman wants to talk, listen attentively when a woman is speaking, and I never invade her space without a clear invitation.  (But a clever wolf will do all of that, except he will invade a woman’s personal space, without invitation.)  Also, whenever I am on a date, or taking a woman on a trip, then I fully expect to get my wallet out and pay for everything.  Some among the feminist / metrosexual / LBGT communities don’t like any of that.

Some say that wolves have more fun than do gentlemen.  And that women like to be used and abused at every opportunity.  All I know is that I have never had first date sex or casual sex ~ despite a plethora of opportunities.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

most wolves prefer their victims to be submissive, eventually

most women feel understood and validated by a wolf

and most wolves have great bodies

Monochrome Monday ~ Erotica

I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?

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The art of seduction is knowing what she really wants and slowly giving it to her in a way that takes her breath away.

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

hurt me you bastard, hurt me

Red Riding Hood

A real man desires an independent woman who knows what she wants.

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The iconic fairy tale is supposedly about Little Red Riding Hood, but that isn’t at all the whole story.  There is a big difference between a real woman and a little girl ~ and any little girl who gets involved with a big bad wolf cannot be as innocent as she at first seemed.  But, there has never been a Little Red Riding Hood ~ there is just the carnal woman that is Red Riding Hood.

Red Riding Hood is no innocent little girl, she is a fully mature, independent, confident, powerfully sexual woman.  A real man should be sensitive to her wants, needs, and desires ~ and they are physically, mentally, and emotionally complex.  In a very feminine way, she also has spiritual, mystical, esoteric, and aesthetic wants, needs, and desires that most of today’s emasculated men will find it difficult to understand.

If a man could read her mind he would either be terrified, traumatised, or aroused ~ or all three of those at the same time.  She may fuck you without giving you any of her heart, or she may give you all of her heart and never have sex with you at all.  She has lived long enough to fully explore her carnal sexuality in all of its forms, in the light of love and in the darkest shadows.  Red Riding Hood is part of the Divine Feminine and a sorceress of sexual love incarnate.  If a man cannot fully accept and understand that, then he has no business ever becoming involved with this dangerously captivating creature.

Red Riding Hood loves shiny things, weirdness, creatures of the night, and abandoning herself to forbidden pleasures for no other reason than she can. She is adorable, gorgeous, poetic, risqué, and sexy.  Her love is not soft, her love bites and the wounds never close.  She may break your heart, just so you learn to love her the more.  If you want to be with her, then you must be unique, you must be truly your entire self, you must be willing to brave the thorns if you wish to smell the heady perfume of the rose.

Some say Red Riding Hood is an urban myth.  And that she would only ever date an asshole, a jerk, or a stud.  All I know is that if you have the courage, she is the most enchanting woman you can ever enjoy.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

her spirit is the reflection of a wolf,

she is mother, maiden, and crone

 

Scenes on Sunday ~ Georgia O’Keeffe

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.  ~  Thomas Merton

I once spent a very long day visiting the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum in Santa Fe, New Mexico.  It was damn cold and snowing.  Visiting an art collection was not something I would ever have thought I would want to do ~ but then I never thought I’d ever be in New Mexico.

However, the paintings were interesting ~ mostly they looked like weirdly abstract renditions of female nether regions.  I’m not the first person to have thought that.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Generally speaking,

I like inner vaginas, they have less to say.

~ Robert Black

A Prisoner of the Past

When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.  ~  Friedrich Nietzsche

We are all prisoners of the past ~ our own past and the past lives of those we care for.  We are all trapped in the dismal dungeons of our deep and dark subconscious minds.  We all have within us everything that has happened to us, everything we have seen and been told, and worst of all, every degenerate desire we have ever imagined.

Almost all of the time I am a really good guy ~ understanding, supportive, loyal, honest, and honourable.  When I am that good guy I don’t need instant gratification, I don’t need perverse pleasures, I don’t feel psychological and spiritual pain.  But, sometimes, when I get tired, the negative defects of my character fight their way out of my subconsciousness and I become an angry, bitter, jealous, resentful, untrustworthy fool.  The bad memories, the imagined wrongs, the terrible insecurities and fears from the past come flooding into the present.

When I get tired, late in the evening, one of two things can happen to my personality ~ or rather a couple of my character defects are likely to come to the surface.  Often, I can become a jealous, resentful, insecure, angry, bitter fool.  Alternatively, I may become demonstrably, falsely, overly understanding, adoring, amorous, passionate, sexual, and selfishly lustful.  When I get tired my subconscious mind may sometimes drift to one extreme or another, and both are the darker sides of me.  These are not the darkest, most devious, and most manipulative aspects of my psyche ~ if I should ever get drunk I can become that epitome of evil, Mr. Hyde.

Sometimes, when I see my reflection, I wish it wasn’t me and I want to turn away.  That’s a very negative emotion, because I also know I would do almost anything to change that dark shadow in the mirror into the really good guy I know that I am, can be, should be.

Sometimes it is difficult, and sometimes I suffer, and sometimes the warrior’s path is harder and longer than I could ever have imagined.  Yet, this is that path I have decided to walk, the warrior’s path to becoming the very best Man I can possibly be.

Some say that we are all trapped in our own minds.  And, that nobody can ever truly express the way they feel deep inside themselves.  All I know is that being locked inside a dungeon gives me a chance to rest, reflect, and regather my strength.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

In the dungeons of my mind

the evil darkness gathers

yet I am not afraid

 

Songs on Saturday ~ Babylon

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of Life.  ~  Samuel Johnson

The only people who know all of London drive black cabs.

I like this slightly melancholy track, it reminds me fondly of some people, places, and things.

Looking back in time; I’ve been blind, I’ve been jealous, I’ve been angry, I’ve been bitter, and I’ve been a fool ~ but the love I hold for you has never been in doubt.

Please listen responsibly.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

The bright lights of another Babylon

 

The Better Man

Wake up each morning a better person than you were yesterday.

Most people, if they’re both honest and intelligent, have an in-built desire to be ‘better’.  For most of my life I was no different from most people ~ until I tried to work out what it really meant to be ‘better’.

I firmly believe that for most men, being better really means being better than the other guy.  For most men being better means being superior ~ getting what you want, even if it’s at the expense of the other guy.  And, I can look back and see that attitude in myself.  I read innumerable books, watched hordes of self-development videos, and attended courses that were all about being superior, about winning at all costs, and not at all about being better.

Today I believe that being better, means being better than I used to be.  More honest, honourable, considerate, understanding, and accepting than I used to be.  Now I believe that being better doesn’t mean just going all-out to get what I want, even if it’s at the expense of someone else.  For me being ‘better’ no longer means being ‘superior’ ~ and that goes completely against all the business training and life experience I’ve ever had.  And you know what?  All that training and experience was really about surviving in a dog-eat-dog world.

That is such a bad, negative, misogynistic, and uncharitable attitude to have.

The difference between surviving, and really living a great life is all about attitude.

To become the man I wanted to be I’ve had to learn some difficult lessons along the way.  It’s a hard road, but it’s possible.  It’s a struggle, it’s harder than I wanted it to be, it’s takes longer than I wanted, and it takes more out of me than I could ever have believed at the start.

However, to be better than I have ever dreamed I could be, I had to learn this lesson ~ the only person I am competing with is myself.

To be a better man, to be a really cool guy living a really great life, to achieve my absolute and fullest potential, to reach enlightenment ~ all I have to do is to strive to be a little bit better today than I was yesterday.

Some say that the only way to win in life is to put yourself first, even if it’s at the expense of others.  And, that good guys finish last.  All I know is that I have learned the real lessons in life ~ Chivalry means something.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

be a Paladin

 

Rain in England

Rain, rain go away, come again another day.

Right now, where I live, it’s raining cats and dogs.  That’s a bit of a shame because it means I’m going to be stuck in the garret until it eases off a bit.  Going out in the rain and cold is one reason lots of us English people seem to have coughs and colds a lot of the time.

It’s going to rain for most of the day here, and in fact it’s raining over most of the UK.  Our Met. Office have flood warnings posted for several coastal towns ~ luckily not right here.

A lot of Americans think that it rains all the time here in England.  As a matter of fact, in comparison with some places in the world, we don’t get that much rain.  On average, where I live we get about a couple of feet of rain in a year.  In comparison, supposedly sunny Hawaii has an average of 5 feet of rainfall in a year.  Perhaps Hawaii is not ever going to be right at the top of my bucket list.

Some say that it rains every day in England.  And that we English must love the rain.  All I know is that we do get a little sunshine, usually in the middle of July.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

what a grey day

 

Health Screening

Walking is Man’s best medicine.   ~  Hippocrates.

When one get to a certain age the medical profession seems to suddenly take a greater interest in ones’ health than ever before.

Over the past couple of weeks I’ve had a plethora of correspondence asking me to go for various health checks.  These include a full medical, various X-rays, blood tests, and Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm Screening.  I could refuse to go for all these tests, medicals, and other stuff, but the doctors and my insurance company wouldn’t like that.

Luckily, since I live in England I won’t have to pay for any of these tests, so all it’s going to cost me is time, inconvenience, and my travelling expenses.  It’s going to take until the end of April to get through all the appointments I already have booked.

And, I don’t like doctors, and I don’t like taking drugs.  I’d rather take more vacations in the sun and live a healthier lifestyle.

So, what’s it all for, except for the medical profession to make more money?

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

beach yoga is healthier than a bunch of medical tests

Happy St. Valentine’s Day

love is hard to put into words, but I do my best

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Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt thou that the sun doth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar.

But never doubt I love thee.

 

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

she was the bloom of a rose

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