Raising a daughter

 This one's for the dads raising a daughter on your own. Maybe even co-parenting.

Some things, you suck it up and figure out.

My daughter needed swimwear — a particular type. Out of my depth, I took her to the store anyway. We looked and couldn't find it. I asked the saleswoman, who rolled her eyes and said, "Where is her mother? She should be here doing this."

I loved looking right at her and saying: "Her mother is dead. I'm doing the best I can."

No regrets. Not for that. Not for taking her to buy a dress either.

But know when to step back.

If she has her period, things are difficult, and she has questions — don't try to solve it or answer it. Grab your phone and call any woman you know. Doesn't matter who. Every single one will turn into a member of the sisterhood. Hand the phone to your daughter and let them talk.

I'll buy period products. I don't give a shit. But those conversations are between women.

 



He loaded the dishwasher.

You told him he did it wrong.

So he didn't do it anymore.

.

He bought you flowers.

They weren't the right ones, you said —

and besides, a waste of money.

So he didn't buy them anymore.

.

He needed a weekend with his mates.

You got mad that he was leaving you alone.

So he didn't go anymore.

.

You noticed something had changed.

He didn't seem to care.

So when he reached for you in bed,

you turned away.

.

He sat alone at night.

Drank beer. Watched television.

Didn't help around the house

unless you pushed him into it.

.

And you wondered what happened

to the man you fell in love with.

A mess

 I wandered up the back of my place. Its an overgrown mess. I don't have it in me to sort it. Came back inside. 

I'm in a lot of pain today

The weaponization of loneliness




NOBODY WANTS TO TALK ABOUT THIS HONESTLY


Men are struggling. The people who should care are busy using it as ammunition.



There is a real thing happening to men. Call it an epidemic of loneliness, a crisis of purpose, a collapse of male social infrastructure — the label matters less than the reality underneath it. Men are increasingly isolated, increasingly purposeless, and increasingly invisible in any conversation that is supposed to be about them.


And almost nobody is talking about it honestly.


Instead, what we get is a tug-of-war over the territory. On one side, grifters and ideologues who have decided that isolated, struggling men are a market — a recruitment pool for whatever brand of bitterness they are selling. On the other side, critics who have decided that any acknowledgment of male suffering is either a right-wing dog whistle or something men simply deserve.


Both sides are doing damage. And the men caught in the middle — ordinary men, struggling in ordinary ways — are being left to drown.



THE NUMBERS ARE NOT A CULTURE WAR TALKING POINT


Fifteen percent of men report having no close friends at all. Twenty percent of single men have zero people they would call on in a crisis. Men are nearly four times more likely than women to die by suicide. These are not figures from a men's rights pamphlet — they come from standard longitudinal social research, and they have been climbing steadily for decades.


This is not about men failing to adapt to a changing world, though that narrative is convenient for people who don't want to look closer. It is about the dismantling of the social structures that historically gave men connection — trade communities, civic organisations, religious institutions, local sports leagues, stable workplaces where you knew people for years. Those structures have largely collapsed, and nothing has replaced them.


Women lost some of those structures too. But women, broadly speaking, maintained stronger friendship networks, sought help more readily, and were surrounded by a culture that actively encouraged them to talk about what they were feeling. Men were not, and still largely are not.



"The core need is not radical. Men want to feel capable, purposeful, desired, and connected. That is not an ideology. That is just being human."



WHAT GOOD MOVEMENTS LOOK LIKE BEFORE THEY GET HIJACKED


It is worth understanding how we got here, because the pattern keeps repeating.


Men Going Their Own Way — MGTOW — began with a defensible premise. Men who had been hurt by bad divorces, unfair custody outcomes, or chronically one-sided relationships needed a framework that said: you do not have to keep playing a game that is set against you. Step back. Build something for yourself. That is not misogyny. That is self-preservation.


Then the bitterness took over. The self-determination angle got buried under an ideology that classified all women as subhuman parasites and declared civilisation beyond saving. The men who genuinely needed a reset got mixed in with men who wanted philosophical cover for their hatred. The loudest voices won, as they usually do online, and the whole thing curdled.


The men's rights movement went the same way. Legitimate issues — custody law bias, the silence around male suicide, the absence of support services for male victims of domestic violence — got overtaken by bad actors, and now those legitimate issues are almost impossible to raise without the conversation immediately derailing.


The male loneliness epidemic, as a cultural conversation, is on the same trajectory. The underlying reality is genuine. The exploitation of it is turning it into recruitment material. Which makes it harder for anyone trying to address it honestly, because they are working in a space that has been poisoned by association.



THE BAD FAITH COMES FROM BOTH DIRECTIONS


This needs to be said plainly, because half the time only one direction gets named.


Yes — figures like Andrew Tate have built empires by funnelling isolated young men toward a worldview that is ultimately about resentment and control. They found a genuine wound and decided to infect it rather than treat it. The damage this does — to the men themselves, and to the women around them — is real and serious.


But the response from parts of mainstream culture has not been better. Men who raise these issues get categorised before they finish their sentence. Talk about male loneliness and you are an incel apologist. Talk about men needing purpose and you are one step from Tate. Mention that men are struggling in relationships and suddenly you are defending abuse. The vocabulary has been so thoroughly colonised by the worst actors that a man trying to have a genuine conversation about his own life has almost nowhere to stand.


The dismissal takes different forms depending on who is doing it. Sometimes it is overt — "men deserve to be lonely," a sentiment that circulates with more regularity than anyone should be comfortable with. Sometimes it is subtler — the insistence that any male suffering is simply the consequence of male privilege, and therefore not worthy of serious attention. Sometimes it is just the reflex of treating every man who mentions his struggles as a suspect rather than a person.


None of this helps anybody. It does not protect women. It does not challenge toxic masculinity. It just abandons men who were already on the edge to whoever will talk to them — which, right now, is often the people doing the most harm.



"The manosphere fills a vacuum that more grounded voices have largely abandoned — partly out of fear of the association."



WHAT MEN ACTUALLY NEED


Strip away the politics and the performance and the grievance industry, and what you find underneath is remarkably ordinary.


Men want to feel like they matter. They want to be good at something. They want to be desired by someone who genuinely wants them, not tolerates them. They want friendships that go deeper than silence in front of a screen. They want to feel like they are moving toward something rather than slowly disappearing.


None of that is radical. None of that is threatening. It is just human beings wanting their lives to mean something.


The problem is that men have been given two options for how to talk about these needs. Option one: suppress them entirely, perform stoicism, ask for nothing, and quietly deteriorate. Option two: adopt the language of the grievance pipeline, frame every unmet need as someone else's fault, and marinate in bitterness until connection becomes impossible.


There is a third option, but it requires something harder than either of those: honesty about what is actually going on, without the performance and without the blame.



WHAT WOMEN CAN DO WITH THIS


If you have read this far and you are a woman, you may be wondering where you fit in this conversation. The answer is: more centrally than the culture war framing suggests.


The men struggling with loneliness and purposelessness are mostly not your enemies. They are your partners, your brothers, your fathers, your sons, the men sitting across from you on public transport who have not spoken to a close friend in three years. The ones who got recruited into bitterness were often recruited precisely because nobody treated their pain as real before someone exploitative did.


That does not mean women are responsible for fixing men's social lives. They are not. But it does mean that reflexively dismissing any discussion of male struggle as a bad-faith manoeuvre is both inaccurate and counterproductive. Men who feel seen and heard do not, as a rule, end up radicalised. Men who feel invisible and mocked tend not to do as well.


The loudest voices on this topic — on all sides — have an interest in keeping men and women furious at each other. That is the product. That is what gets clicks and followers and donations. The actual men and women trying to navigate real relationships and real lives get very little from that arrangement.



THE HARDER CONVERSATION


Acknowledging that men are struggling does not mean excusing bad behaviour. It does not mean pretending that power imbalances do not exist. It does not mean that every man who is lonely and angry is a victim of an unjust system with no responsibility for his own choices.


What it means is that there are real human beings inside the statistics, and that leaving them to the wolves — whether those wolves are the grifters selling them resentment, or the critics telling them they deserve what they get — is not a strategy. It is an abdication.


Men need better options for how to be men. Not the performing-at-all-times stoic. Not the Tate disciple. Not the endlessly self-flagellating man who apologises for existing. Something more honest than all of those — a version of masculinity that is grounded, accountable, warm, and genuinely capable of connection.


That conversation is possible. It is not happening nearly enough. And every time it gets hijacked by someone with an agenda — on any side — the men who actually needed it lose something they were not sure they could ask for in the first place.


Miss sassy

 




She stood before him, her tiny frame dwarfed by his imposing height. But she didn't flinch, not even when he towered over her, radiating an aura of authority that made her knees tremble with a mix of fear and excitement.

"I'm not afraid of you," she said bravely, trying to sound confident despite the quiver in her voice. "You're just a big, scary dom who thinks size matters."

She rolled her eyes, trying for sarcasm but failing miserably under his piercing gaze. Why did he have to be so good at seeing right through her? She felt like a tiny mouse facing a lioness, and yet...and yet...she couldn't help but want him more.

"Besides," she continued, taking another deep breath, "I've been dominated by bigger, meaner men than you. I think I can handle one little guy like you."

She batted her lashes up at him, trying to appear confident and sassy, but inside, her heart was racing with anticipation. This wasn't just about sex; it was about proving something to herself – that she wasn't afraid of anyone, especially not a big, strong dom like him.

She took another step forward, her eyes locked onto his, daring him to back down. "So come on, big guy," she taunted, her voice husky with desire. "Show me what you've got."

Stopping

 

I was never fast. Shit at running, shit at sports. But what I could do was work for long periods. I would start slow and go all day.
My parents ran training courses. One of them they build a commercial hot house. It took my father and 5 trainees all day to ram the poles for one side. They were big and heavy, the circumference of a power pole and about 10 ft long.

They went home at 4pm. My father and I got stuck in and did the other side together. It was hard work just the 2 of us. But we had it done by 6:30pm.
I learned to walk distances, fast. At school if the class had to walk fairly far and they were short on time the teacher would put me in front and told the rest of the class to keep up.
I learned to work 10 hour days.

Then I got sick, I had to slow down. But I never stopped. I kept pushing and pushing.

People knew I was bad. I never told them how bad.

But the more I pushed the sicker I got.

The more I had to slow down.

Until my body started to give out.

I mean really give out. It’s failing and I had to stop working.

But, how? I don’t know how to stop.

It’s killing me.

But I can’t stop.

What makes a man a good man?




What makes a man a good man? 

Gentle, yes. Kind, yes. 

But tell me, if it came down to it. If he had to, if there was no choice, could he do terrible things? Could he lower his morals? His ethics? 

You see, sometimes a man must fight, he has to do things. 

He must protect. 

And that, that makes the good man. The one who can do bad things to protect those closest to him. The one who carries the weight of those things — and doesn't pretend they were easy.

We need to make a distinction that gets lost in most conversations about masculinity and virtue. The distinction between being harmless and being good.

A harmless man poses no threat because he lacks the capacity. He is gentle because he does not know how to be otherwise. He is kind because he has never been forced toward cruelty.

A good man is different. A good man poses no threat because he chooses not to. The capacity is there, banked like a fire — controlled, directed, quiet. But present. Real. And when it must come out, it comes out in service of something beyond himself. Not ego. Not anger. Not pride. Something worth protecting.

That is the modern gentleman.

Not the absence of strength. Strength, disciplined. Not the absence of fire. Fire, contained. Not a man without edges — a man who knows exactly where his edges are, and protects others with them.

Gentle, yes. Kind, yes. But capable of doing bad things for good reasons.

Don't be the overly nice guy in a relationship

 


When a man senses his partner pulling away sexually, his instinct is to compensate.

He does more around the house. He stops initiating to avoid rejection. He plans dates. He listens harder. He bites his tongue. He waits. He shrinks. He becomes, in every way he knows how, the nice guy.

And it will make things worse.

Attraction isn't built on niceness. It's built on tension.

When you become relentlessly accommodating, you remove the one thing that quietly sustains desire — polarity. The sense that you are a distinct, self-directed person with your own needs, standards, and edge. The moment you dissolve yourself into helpfulness, you stop being someone she can desire and start being someone she manages.

She asked for more help. You gave it. She said she felt unheard. You started listening more. So why does it feel like you're losing her?

Because what she said she needed and what her body responds to are not always the same thing.

She can feel the difference between presence and performance.

When you're doing more to get something, she feels it — not always consciously, but in her body. It registers as neediness. As desperation. As a man who has lost his own centre and is orbiting her approval.

Neediness is the single greatest desire-killer in a long-term relationship. It doesn't make her feel wanted. It makes her feel responsible for you. She doesn't want to mother you. She wants a man.

The more you try, the more pressure she feels. The more pressure she feels, the further she retreats. You interpret her retreat as a signal to try harder. The cycle tightens.

Every grand gesture comes with an invisible invoice.

Planned dates, increased affection, more effort — all of it quietly says: I am doing this so that you will want me again. And that's not wrong. Wanting to be wanted by your woman is one of the most human things there is. But she can feel the desperation underneath it. And desperation, however understandable, is not attractive.

What you're actually communicating

A man who abandons his own needs, opinions, and standards to keep the peace is sending a message he doesn't intend: I don't trust myself. I need your approval to feel okay.

That is not the energy of someone she wants to surrender to.

Desire — especially for women — requires trust in your strength. Not force. Not pressure. A quiet, grounded confidence. A sense that you know who you are and don't need her to confirm it. That you have a life, a perspective, a backbone.

The nice guy gives all of that up in exchange for peace.

And then wonders why she stopped wanting him in bed.

This isn't a licence to do less.

Withdrawing effort, going cold, or becoming indifferent is not the antidote. That's not strength — it's avoidance dressed up as confidence. She'll feel that too, and it will kill desire just as fast.

The goal is not to care less. It's to care from a place of security rather than desperation. To do things because you mean them, not because you're hoping they'll work. To stay present and engaged — but as yourself, not as a man auditioning for her approval.

There's a world of difference between a man who is attentive because he wants to be, and a man who is attentive because he's afraid of what happens if he isn't. She lives in that difference every day.