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A STATE OF ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT V

CHANGE IS POSSIBLE

Options for Incels

The celibacy of so called Incels baffles me. Though I am not what Incels call a, “Chad,” over the years I have found girls and young women to be approachable and fun loving.

My first taste of such delights was in April in the eighth grade.

I had a friend who also liked assembling model cars and airplanes. We often got together on Saturdays. One weekend, we were talking and gluing the plastic parts while seated on their backyard picnic table. Neither of us liked the smell of the glue so we used it outdoors.

His sister who was almost two years older than us came out asking if we wanted something to eat. We were teen boys, so of course we wanted something to eat. She came back out with a tray. She slathered at least a ¼ inch of mayonnaise on slices of white bread, placed a slice of cheese and a slice of mystery meat on each super-lubricated piece of bread and produced a sort of sandwich unknown to me. I was used to egg salad sandwiches, chicken salad sandwiches and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Her fare was an abomination.

I had, however, been taught to be polite. I thanked her profusely. She was beaming as though praise was seldom heard in her home.

The following Saturday, my friend was not home. His sister said he would be back at any moment. We talked for a while then she said she wanted to walk around the block. Halfway through our circumambulation she took my hand and we resumed walking holding hands. She kissed me on the cheek on our return. She asked if I was planning on returning in one week. I said yes.

Their mother, a chain-smoking large woman, would spend hours watching television, simultaneously talking on the telephone. I never saw her leave her upholstered chair. Her immobility worked to our advantage. My friend’s sister and I could spend time in a spare room and not be disturbed.

We learned to become good kissers. She showed me how to remove her brassier. We explored each other, allowing our mutual lust to blossom. On one of our early get togethers I helped her remove the terry cloth romper suit she was wearing. That day, I thought it couldn’t possibly get any better. It did. Boy, did it.

Later that spring, my parents bought a house still under construction near the leading edge of the advancing sprawl of the large city. We moved at the end of the summer.

We were technically virgins when we parted. We had tasted adult delights and satisfied our lusts to the degree permissible to teens of our social class at that time.

So, Incels, how hard was that?

I was kind to my friend’s older sister. She rewarded me ten-thousand-fold.
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Incels, you could make yourselves desirable to women. You would discover it is worth the effort.


I do not have any special abilities or the physique of a body-builder. I’ve always been active and prefer being outdoors. I began with Little League baseball, then camping and hiking with the Boy Scouts throughout middle school and high school (eventually becoming an Eagle Scout). I rowed on an eight-man shell on an intramural crew team in college.

After graduate school, when I had my own apartment, I enjoyed climbing, rappelling, spelunking and mountain biking. The young women who participated in those sports were not prudes and also enjoyed horizontal activities between the sheets.

Not one of my friends ever whined about being celibate or being an involuntary celibate.

Then again, we were all active and having fun outdoors on weekends and evenings. Not one of those guys sat in front of a screen playing on a computer for marathon sessions while wearing a diaper to eliminate bathroom breaks.

In researching Incels, I came across another who, “wears diapers recreationally.” What the hell? Why would a healthy twenty-something guy engage in an infantilizing activity? I cannot imagine any normal young woman wanting to spend time with a man with such a fetish.

A guy who wears diapers recreationally is not an involuntary celibate. He is a voluntary celibate.

Millions of years of hominin and hominid evolution have resulted in human women being programmed subconsciously to desire mates who can provide food & shelter and protect them and their children from harm. A diaper-wearing wimp will not readily find a sexual partner his age. He might, however, find a kinky older woman who would mother him.

It might help over 18-year-old Incels to read the erotica I’ve created. These works of fiction are informed by my dating experiences while I was a serial monogynist. The primary site is http://www.autoeros.com/blog.html . The secondary site, http://www.usaafetish.com/dec.html , has very little content because I am neither kinky nor a fetishist. However, I have received a few story ideas to develop more fully as time permits.

Note: One of the stories includes a young woman innocently asking a question about beef jerky. This really happened in the mid-1980s, though under different circumstances. I receive more comments about this one vignette. I’m not a misogynist. She who asked the question was then a very bright and serious person.

I tell those who dislike my fiction to stop reading it. In general, it is die-hard feminists who chose to be offended by those stories.
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One who identifies as an Incel, and wants to change, could first have a physician test his testosterone level. He should receive treatment for depression or anxiety disorders. Improved cleanliness can help significantly. Girls and young women are turned off by guys who bathe infrequently or don’t brush their teeth. Losing a flabby gut, avoiding junk food and becoming more active could make a difference.

Get out of your room or house. Join a group with persons your age. Become comfortable talking to others, especially females. Smile more often.
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If you are short for a man and already have androgynous features, if you do decide to “transition” you basically have three options:

  • Start cross dressing with no feminizing hormones or surgery.
  • Start cross dressing.  Take feminizing hormones. Develop big tits and a limp dick. Lose your body hair and constantly diet to avoid gaining weight.
  • Start cross dressing.  Take feminizing hormones. Have sex reassignment surgery. You should know ahead of time that a surgically constructed vulva, labia and vagina will fool only virgins or sexually naïve partners. Your partners don’t have to be gifted amateur gynecologists to know your nether region is fake. You will not look like a real woman. You will not smell or taste like a real woman. You will not become naturally lubricated and receptive like an aroused real woman.

These one-year, post-operative images of such reconstructions are telling:
 
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