Toxic Masculinity
November 3, 2025
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You look at this thing. “What I find ironic is that this idea of ” essentially came from a place of toxic femininity.” Christ. That’s not just ironic; it’s the
Explore raw, unfiltered reflections on life, loss, identity, and love. From monogamy to madness, these real-life stories pull no punches — and they just might hit home.
You look at this thing. “What I find ironic is that this idea of ” essentially came from a place of toxic femininity.” Christ. That’s not just ironic; it’s the
You look around this country, this beautiful, sprawling, and completely fucked-up experiment, and you see the ghosts. They’re everywhere. Shuffling down the sidewalks of our quiet, respectable, and completely dying
You saw it in high school, didn’t you? The first, beautiful, and completely fraudulent lie of the American Dream. The moron kids, sixteen years old, with their one, desperate, and
You have to understand, this isn’t a game of chess anymore. Not the kind the old, respectable, and completely castrated Republicans used to play. No. This is a new game.
After five years, the island had gotten small. Hawaii, that beautiful, green, and completely monotonous paradise, had become a cage. A quiet, respectable, and completely soul-crushing cage with a great
The map has changed. Argentina, that beautiful, chaotic tango of a country, it’s off the table. A man doesn’t run from one burning building just to find himself trapped in
There’s a certain kind of loneliness that festers when you move to a new shithole. I’d just landed in Scottsdale, fresh out of the Sedona fog, and the quiet was
You look around this country, this beautiful, sprawling, and completely fucked-up experiment called America, and you see the strangest goddamn things. You see people living lives that are a quiet,
A Field Manual for Your Own Goddamn Demolition You have to understand, most people get one life. A quiet, respectable, and completely soul-crushing straight line from the cradle to the
You have to understand, this was my self-destruct mode. A beautiful, glorious, and completely out-of-control tailspin. I was in Bend, Oregon, going through a divorce so public it practically had
You have to understand, a twenty-year marriage, with the last fifteen of those years spent in a quiet, respectable, and completely sexless desert… it does something to a man. It
That old bastard Thoreau was right: “Most men live lives of quiet desperation.” But the most dangerous kind of desperation, the most beautiful, tragic, and completely soul-crushing kind, is the
