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Fight the Fight Now Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
7-4-2011
Intro Note from Bill Weintraub
This message thread is Part II of Warrior Mike's Fight the Fight Now!
So it's a continuation of Fight the Fight Now! Part I: It takes guts to admit you're attracted to guys.
Obviously, then, it's important that you read Fight the Fight Now! Part I: It takes guts to admit you're attracted to guys -- before you read this thread.
Now: Why am I devoting so much time and energy to Mike?
Answer:
Mike's at a point in his life where -- because of his work with Adult Children of Alcoholics -- as he describes in Part I -- and because of his work with our Man2Man Alliance -- as he also describes --
he's discovering who he actually is.
And he's willing and eager to talk about that experience -- which not everyone is.
So, basically, I'm going with the flow of Mike's discovery of his self -- of his Manly self -- in the hope that doing so will help other Men -- who too are seeking to discover their selves.
Their True and Manly Selves.
Now:
In Part II, Warrior Mike mentions a guy named Steve.
Steve was his best buddy, the guy with whom, as he said in Part I, he rubbed cocks -- just once -- in adolescence:
I
did have one Frot experience in high school with another close friend, an athlete,
and it was incredible! Very different from having sex with a woman though, very
aggressive and full of force. It was the sheer force of the pounding of the cocks
together that blew me away.
"Very Aggressive and Full of Force"
Mike's not kidding about that.
A complete and very powerful account of his experience will eventually appear on this board.
And it'll blow you away.
But so will this present post:
Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
6-24-2011
Hey Bill,
At the very end of Part I, you mention "Militant Manhood".
I really really like that description.
It sounds so big, strong, aggressive and hard.
Yes, I really like it.
Mike
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Re: Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
6-25-2011
Hey Mike
I really really like that description.
It sounds so big, strong, aggressive and hard.
Yes -- that's right.
Big, strong, aggressive and hard!
Mike -- that said, these are your core points from your last reply in Part I:
1. "The body contact, with another guy my size and strength, makes me
feel like I'm in another world."
Mike, you feel like you're in another world because you *are* in
another world -- you're in the Warrior Kosmos.
The Warrior Kosmos.
The World of Militant Manhood.
And that's where you belong.
It feels right to you -- because it *is* right for you.
It's where you belong.
2. "I think, because of the tech world that we men live in, that we men
have lost contact with our aggressive selves."
Right.
Men have lost contact with their aggressive selves because of
technological changes which have, inadvertently, resulted in the
heterosexualization of virtually all of society.
Heterosexualization has favored women and traits associated with women.
Aggression is out.
Effeminacy is in.
And -- as my foreign friend says -- these changes -- which are
fundamentally UNnatural -- are the result of the unprecedented
technological and financial power of the West.
So -- and this is what I said : "What's needed then, is for MEN to
take back their Lives -- and make sure that technology is serving THEM
-- and not everyone BUT THEM."
Question: Mike -- do you understand those two points?
Next -- you may be cross with me for my saying that Fight School isn't
the same as ancient Greece.
But it isn't.
It's training in Fight Sport -- and that's good.
But -- I could fill a page with all the ways that it's not ancient Greece.
And it's important Mike for you -- and everyone -- to recognize that.
Otherwise, you're going to expect more of it than it's able to give.
If we want to revive ancient Greece, or aspects of ancient Greece --
and Mike, if I could, I'd revive Sparta --
Sparta was, without question, the best deal that Men -- and Women --
have ever had.
Men were free to be Men.
Women to be Women.
And Plato recognized that.
That's why so much of his Republic -- is taken from Sparta.
But the Republic, as brilliant as it is -- is theoretical.
Sparta was real.
So -- if I could, I'd revive Sparta and the Agogé -- which was
certainly the most concentrated training in aggression that males ever
received.
I'd revive Sparta -- and we'd all be a lot happier there.
And if we want to do that -- we need to be clear about what Sparta and ancient Greece -- actually was.
Okay Mike good guy.
All for now.
Bill
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Re: Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
6-25-2011
Hey Bill,
Thanks for the reply.
As you can see, "Militant Manhood" made me hard.
I LOVED it.
I do agree with you that Fight School is not ancient Greece. Big ways
is Fight School lacks the religious component, no nudity and is not a center
for thinking and debate, like the palaistra was.
Major stuff.
Yes, our tech world, especially from the US, is driving cultural change. I'm smack
in the middle of it with corporate software.
It's very powerful.
It can help bring about the Arab Spring but can also hurt men with its
artificiality and promotion of a virtual world which removes men from their
close link to nature, aggression and competition. It makes men less physical.
For me, to attend Fight School, brings me back into the material world. After
looking at a computer screen all day, to wrestle, punch and muscle around
with another aggresive, strong guy my size and strength brings me quickly back to the physical
world. I NEED Fight School.
I also agree with you about Sparta. It was such a Manly culture.
Yes, we need to better control technology to work for us men.
I need to figure out how.
Mike
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Re: Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
6-26-2011
Hey Mike
You're welcome Warrior dude.
Great!
And that's VERY useful information.
That tells me it's a phrase I should be using frequently.
Because if it makes you hard -- it'll make other guys hard.
Yes, our tech world, especially from the US, is driving cultural change. I'm
smack
in the middle of it with corporate software. It's very powerful.
It can help bring about the Arab Spring but can also hurt men with its
artificiality and promotion of a virtual world which removes men from their
close link to nature, aggression and competition. It makes men less
physical.
Also excellent points!
For me, to attend Fight School, brings me back into the material world.
Okay.
But -- it's not just the material world.
Mike --
Given that your signature issue is denial, my job, to paraphrase the great American author Flannery O'Connor, is to scrape for all traces of denial the way a good surgeon would scrape for traces of cancer.
So -- it's not just the material world.
After all, when you're with your wife for example -- not just sexually but non-sexually too -- that's the material world.
When you eat lunch you're in the material world.
It's not just the material world.
It's the Male World -- Man World.
The Warrior Kosmos.
And that world has been / is being wiped out by a concomitant of technological change, which is heterosexualization.
So Mike -- I don't know if you agree that heterosexualization is real and an historical force.
But -- before you can dispute with me about it, you need to go to the library and look at a copy of Ibson's Picturing Men.
Please note that Ibson doesn't use the word "heterosexualization."
But he documents it, in both pictures and text.
For example:
A bachelor subculture, with enclaves of singleness flourishing in street-corner gangs, boardingschools, the YMCA, rooming houses, colleges, the workplace, lodges, saloons, pool halls, and sporting events, was another manifestation of gender segregation, of particular importance in the late nineteenth century when bachelors were so numerous -- more than 40 percent of all men over the age of fifteen in the United States. Recent research has shown that the large number of single men was not linked to a shortage of marriageable women or to economic uncertainties as much as to the fact that many men simply preferred bachelorhood.
Now -- obviously, most of that has disappeared.
Most of that is now mixed gender -- it's been heterosexualized.
By historical forces.
So -- you work in a tech field.
Let's go back a hundred years -- to 1911 -- and suppose that you were working in a tech field back then -- such as radio telegraphy.
Brainy stuff.
Not very "material."
Nevertheless, your workplace, and most places you went other than your home -- would have been all Male.
You would have been constantly among Men.
Including Men into Fight Sport:
These pictures, Mike, and as I discuss in Warrior Brian's A Warrior's Prayer, all date from that era of "bachelorhood" -- the late 19th century and into the first decade of the twentieth -- which Ibson describes.
This is the famous 1909 painting "Stag at Sharkey's":
So, and again, both at work and almost anywhere other than at home, you'd have been in an all-Male world, and constantly among Men.
That's a huge difference from the way your life is now.
Another huge difference:
Among those Men -- Aggression, and as you've just seen, would have been honored.
1911 was pre WW I.
When Men thought of male-male aggression, they thought of one-on-one combat.
And that was honored -- and honorable.
Today, when people think of male aggression, they think of guys being mowed down by automatic weapons and blown apart by IEDs.
Very different.
Right -- but again, it's not just physical -- it's male-male physical.
And male-male physical aggression.
And my term for the world of male-male physical aggression is the Warrior Kosmos.
And when you're at Fight School that's where you are -- you're in the world of male-male physical aggression -- the Warrior Kosmos.
Ares -- to the Greeks -- was the God of that Kosmos.
And to the Greeks this was self-evident.
For example, there's a Platonic dialogue titled Cratylus.
It's an inquiry into the origin of words -- including names.
The question is -- does a name have any relationship to that which is named?
And Sokrates argues Yes.
He says, regarding the name Ares, that it derives from the word arratos, meaning hard and unyielding;
and arren = Virility = Manhood :
arren = male, masculine, virile -- replete with Manhood
And that's who and what Ares is.
The Homeric Hymns say explicitly that Ares rules the sceptred realm of Manliness / Manhood -- : "sceptred King of manliness"
And the scepter of course -- Spartan is skapton -- is a rod.
It's a phallic symbol.
Ares is the God of the Warrior Kosmos.
Of Manhood.
And what, ultimately, is Manhood?
To the Greeks, it's that you go into battle nude -- genitally -- wearing only a helmet and greaves, carrying a shield, and armed with a spear and maybe a sword.
And you engage in one-on-one combat with another guy similarly arrayed.
Two Nude Men stabbing at each other with spears until one or the other is killed.
That's Manhood -- Martial Courage -- the Courage to engage in that Fight.
And note, again, that Sokrates says that Courage is a prime attribute of Ares -- the Warrior God -- the God of Warrior Manhood.
Ares is the God of Courage.
The Courage to engage in nude -- and deadly -- fight.
Hard, Unyielding Male Aggression -- in the face of Hard, Unyielding Male Aggression.
Why was that so important?
Because if you lacked the Courage to do that -- you and your family and friends and fellow citizens would be enslaved and/or killed -- by Men who had the Courage to do it.
Manhood = FREEDOM.
Again, to the Greeks, who had, like these nude hoplites from the era of the Wars against Persia,
to Fight constantly to preserve their Freedom --
This would have been self-evident.
Again, Manhood is Hard, Unyielding Male Aggression -- Against -- Hard, Unyielding Male Aggression.
And for the Greeks, that means: Two Nude Men stabbing at each other with spears until one or the other is killed.
What was that experience like?
Well, we have descriptions of it in a number of places, including from a guy named Quintus Smyrnaeus, who lived, we think, in the fourth century AD, and who wrote his own take on the events between the close of the Iliad and the beginning of the Odyssey.
Like Plutarch, Quintus Smyrnaeus wrote in Greek for a bilingual Greco-Roman audience.
He called his epic the Post Homerica -- but we know it today as The Fall of Troy.
And it's surprisingly good.
So -- this is Quintus' account, in the Post Homerica, of the one-on-one spear-against-spear combat of two Heroes:
Eurypylus, who's on the side of the Trojans;
and Neoptolemus, the son of Achilles -- who's Greek.
And whose name means New War or New Warrior.
Some of you may not want to read this because it's epic poetry.
But it was translated in 1913 by a guy named Arthur Way -- and it's excellent!
Because what Quintus captures and Way conveys -- is the Raw Male Heat -- of Battle.
The Raw Male Heat -- of Man Against Man:
The long spears in their hands
Answered Achilles' battle-eager son:
He spake; and from the chariot sprang to earth
Hard by them stood Enyo, spurred them on
He spake, and tore the long lance from the corse,
So -- the imagery, you can see, is that of Phallic Battle:
The long spears in their hands
. . .
"Now put thou to the test the might
He spake; and from the chariot sprang to earth
[Eurypylus doesn't] "shrink from Achilles' son invincible."
Like mighty rushing winds they hurled together
The two Men hurl themselves at each other, their eager Spears thirsty for the blood of life.
And the Fighting is Raw and Hot:
. . .
And then Quintus gives us a description of what this sort of SpearFight was actually like:
So -- just as ancient boxers would hit each other repeatedly until one dropped,
So do the two Heroes stab at each other repeatedly -- until one is killed.
The poet, then, is depicting the Courage to engage in nude -- and deadly -- fight.
MANHOOD.
He's depicting MANHOOD.
Hard, Unyielding Male Aggression -- Against -- Hard, Unyielding Male Aggression.
And among the ancient Greeks, the training for that Hard, Unyielding Male Aggression -- was Nude Combat Sport.
If you read Lucian's description of athletic training in ancient Greece, which you can find here -- you'll see that he says just that:
This creates two valuable traits in our young men: it makes them brave in the face of danger and unsparing of their bodies, and it also makes them strong and vigorous. Those who wrestle and push against each other learn how to fall safely and spring up nimbly, to endure pushing, grappling, twisting, and choking, and to be able to lift their opponent off the ground. They are not learning useless skills but they get the one thing which is the first and most important thing in life: through this training their bodies become stronger and capable of enduring pain. There is another thing too which is not unimportant. From this training they acquire skills which they may need some day in war. For it is clear that if a man so trained grapples with an enemy, he will trip and throw him more quickly and if he is thrown he will know how to regain his feet as easily as possible. For we prepare our men, Anacharsis, for the supreme contest, war, and we expect to have much better soldiers out of young men who have had this training, that is, the previous conditioning and training of naked bodies, which makes them not only stronger and healthier, more agile and fit, but also causes them to outweigh their opponents.
They strip the boys naked and teach them to Fight -- that way.
The "conditioning and training of naked bodies" makes "better soldiers out of young men."
That's the Greek version of the Warrior Kosmos.
And when you go to Fight School, Mike -- that's where you are.
You're not nude -- but you're in that Kosmos.
Also notice -- I said Hard and Unyielding.
Sokrates says -- Hard and Unbending.
Like a Hard Cock.
It doesn't bend.
Ares is Virile, Courageous, Hard, and Unbending.
The Greek concept of the Warrior Kosmos and the Warrior God is very basic, very primal, MALE.
Again:
The Warrior Kosmos, like the Warrior God Himself, is Virile, Courageous, Hard, and Unbending.
Militant Manhood.
That's what you're getting, Mike, in Fight School.
And Man -- you like it.
Yes!
Which means you need to be not just in the material world, but in the world of primal male-male physical aggression.
The World of Militant Manhood.
Now Mike -- do you agree?
I'm asking you that because I'm trying to help rid you of denial.
You, Mike, need to be not just in the material world, but in the world of primal male-male physical aggression.
Fight School exists in and is an outpost of that world -- the world of primal male-male physical aggression -- the Warrior Kosmos.
It's not nude -- but you would sure like it to be.
If the thought of Fight School makes you hard -- the thought of Nude Fight School -- would make you even harder:
That's what you really want -- to be in the world of nude primal male-male physical aggression -- the true Warrior Kosmos.
You want to Fight a guy, another Nude Guy, your size and strength, with full force, and then Fight your Cocks with full force -- the way you and Steve did.
And if you get sore -- so what?
Eurypylus and Neoptolemus are "heedless of wounds," says Quintus.
Mike -- remember that I advocate and seek to remove Men from the shadow world of promiscuity -- which the ancients rightly regarded as effeminate.
So -- Cock Combat is not something you do every day.
It's sacred.
It's something you'd only do with the right Man -- and at the right time.
The two of you would choose each other -- the way you and Steve chose each other.
And then you'd Fight.
With Full Force.
Just as you and Steve did.
Right.
And remember, the Spartans were credited with inventing nudity in athletics.
So to the Greeks, again, it was self-evident that there was a direct connection between Nude Fight -- and Manliness.
The Spartans were also credited with inventing boxing.
Which in the world of archaic and classical Greece, meant two nude guys standing facing each other and hitting each other in the face
till one was knocked out or surrendered.
In addition, remember that the Spartans lived in an austere and equal society.
Spartan Warriors called each other "hoi homoioi" -- the Equals.
Every Man was equal.
Wealth -- money -- didn't matter.
The only thing which mattered -- was VALOUR.
Not surprising, then, that they so valued boxing.
Right.
Techno-world has to serve MAN WORLD.
Techno-world has to serve the Warrior Kosmos.
Not the other way around.
We all do.
All for now.
Bill
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Re: Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
6-27-2011
Hey Bill,
Wow, another email to really think about.
Yes, I do feel like I'm being "scraped", but I need it.
Heterosexualization, I believe, is definately a historical force.
I saw it even happen in my high school and college. Both were male when I attended.
I LOVED it.
Then they both went co-ed. Something big was lost. The maleness was diluted.
Today, we are very removed from any war. Very asceptic. Look at Iraq.
Bush told us to shop. Very sad.
You're right about Fight School - I need it because I need the male/male world of physical aggression.
I really really crave it. I think about fighting ALL THE TIME. It makes me hard because of the physical male contact. I LOVE the one-on-one male to male contact.
I love the aggression and the force of it.
You're right too, if it was nude, it would be even better. Total skin to skin contact, aggressive and full of force.
I really feel like I'm in another world. I'm glad it has a name - The Warrior Kosmos.
That night with Steve when we did Cock2Cock, it was very special. I will always remember it.
I used to think I didn't have a frame of reference for this. But I was wrong. That one session, when we were both very aggressive and very very
hard, was sacred.
Thanks for making me realize it. I would not want to do it again unless it was under similar circumstances.
I absolutely need to be in that world of primal male to male aggression. I need to be with full aggression and force.
Thanks Bill for making me realize how special this is.
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Re: Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
6-27-2011
Hey Mike
Good!
Right.
I LOVED it.
Then they both went co-ed. Something big was lost.
Well-said!
Something big was lost.
Of course.
Bush told us to shop. Very sad.
Yes.
I love the aggression and the force of it.
You're right too, if it was nude, it would be even better. Total skin to
skin contact, aggressive and full of force.
Right.
Yes -- that's its name.
That night with Steve when we did Cock2Cock, it was very special. I will
always remember it.
Yes.
I think that's correct.
Anything else is hedonism, and thus, ultimately, empty.
Somehow, we have to escape from that.
And show our society how to escape it.
Yes.
Mike, you're welcome.
Hang in there Warrior.
Bill
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Re: Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
6-28-2011
I have a wrestling question for you.
At my fight school they offer a variety of disciplines. I started out in boxing. Now I doing both boxing and BJJ.
I've gone to a couple of BJJ classes and they are so cool. I have to admit, I'm a little scared right before I arrive, but once I walk
in the door, I kick into high gear. The trainers are great and I learn something new each time I go. Plus, I get to wrestle
a couple of guys each time so it's great practice and a really good workout. I'm learning that it all the lifting that I've done
gives me enough power, however, technique is VERY IMPORTANT. I'm slowly learning and it's a really great experience.
I owe this to both NW and you for getting me involved in martial arts.
One funny thing is happening, though. I'm pretty pumped when I get into the class and I work hard and really concentrate.
When I leave I have this "afterglow" that's really strong. Before I arrive at class the aggression is so strong that I could
put my fist right through a wall. Afterwards, it's a feeling of peace. Like I'm floating. Last night after class it was really strong.
Is this normal? Also, today, I have this cocky feeling, like: "Fuck yeah, I can kick anybody's ass". My dick and balls
are just so high strung. My aggression is really intense. I feel like this after every BJJ, the next day. Is this normal?
You know, it's not like I'm this cool MMA guy who kicks ass every day. I'm a neophyte who is a true beginner in fight school
and needs to be humble, especially around guys who have been at it for years, like you.
Does this happen to other guys? Any feedback would be great.
Thanks.
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Re: Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
6-29-2011
Hey Mike
Great hearing from you!
I'm very short on time today so this'll be brief:
At my fight school they offer a variety of disciplines. I started out in
boxing. Now I doing both boxing and BJJ.
I've gone to a couple of BJJ classes and they are so cool. I have to admit,
I'm a little scared right before I arrive, but once I walk
in the door, I kick into high gear. The trainers are great and I learn
something new each time I go. Plus, I get to wrestle
a couple of guys each time so it's great practice and a really good workout.
I'm learning that it all the lifting that I've done
gives me enough power, however, technique is VERY IMPORTANT.
Yes!
Technique is MORE important than size.
Good!
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mike, you have that afterglow because you're DOING WHAT YOU'RE
SUPPOSED TO BE DOING.
YOU'RE LIVING IN THE WARRIOR KOSMOS.
That's where you belong.
FOR MEN, FIGHTING IS A HIGH.
That's part of God and Nature's plan for you -- and for all MEN.
MEN FIGHT.
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cocky is the best word for it.
After I started training, people were constantly telling me how COCKY
and SELF-CONFIDENT I was.
It's a wonderful feeling.
And Mike -- IT'S NORMAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, you should be humble.
But your teachers and your fellow students also want and need to see
your Fighting Spirit -- appropriately expressed.
Don't tamp down your Fighting Spirit.
But do approach your teachers and those more experienced with
appropriate humility.
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WELCOME TO THE WARRIOR KOSMOS, WARRIOR MIKE NEWHARD.
Bill
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Re: Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
6-30-2011
Hey Bill,
This is fuck'n great!! The feeling was such a "high" that I felt like I was on some kind of drug.
I was driving home and the feeling was that of total peace. I just savored all the wrestling and fighting I did, thinking about one guy after another.
So this is how I am supposed to feel after I fight??
Fuck'n awesome!!
I LOVE FIGHTING!!
I LOVE being a MAN!!
I still feel so damn cocky. I feel like my Balls and Mancock just want to take me over. I really could fuck anything right now!!
It's such a great feeling.
It's so good to know it happens to other guys too and it's perfectly normal.
I love to fight, but I also realize how little I know. I WANT to be respectful and humble, especially to those guys with experience.
I LOVE being in the Warrior Kosmos!!
Thanks Bill!
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Re: Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
7-1-2011
Hey Mike
Right --
but it's a NATURAL high.
Is it an altered state of consciousness?
A higher state of consciousness?
To me, it's what happens when a Man gets to be a Man.
So -- in C2C-Dance of the Lovers,
I talk about Fighting being "an Ecstasy, an Inebriation, of the Male."
And I use the phrase "Men in the Presence of Ares."
And I have these pix of bloody Fighters -- after the bout -- looking ecstatic.
Those are Men in the Presence of Ares.
Those are Men -- in the Warrior Kosmos.
Fighters in the Warrior Kosmos.
Warriors in the Warrior Kosmos.
In a very fundamental way, their Manhood has been fulfilled --
and they've been filled with Manhood.
So we could say that the "drug" is Manhood.
That the high you're experiencing is the High of Manhood.
Because really and truly, that's what you're high on -- your Manhood, and that of the other guys -- the other MEN.
That high, like Frot, is a uniquely Male experience.
And we need to be very very very very clear about that.
Fight Sport -- Combat Sport -- is Loved by Men because of that Ecstasy and Inebriation of Manliness and Manhood --
The High of Manhood.
Which, remember, is Hard, Unyielding, Male Aggression.
Did ancient Men experience the same thing?
Absolutely.
Yes!
And that's unquestionably an altered / higher state.
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And that shows you that it's a *communal* MALE experience.
So this is how I am supposed to feel after I fight??
Fuck'n awesome!!
I LOVE FIGHTING!!
I
LOVE being a MAN!!
Right!!
And Warrior NW has talked about that and about Fighters telling him how erotically charged they are after a Fight.
It's such a great feeling.
It's so good to know it happens to other guys too and it's perfectly normal.
Yes!
Thanks Bill!
You're welcome Warrior bro.
Bill
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Re: Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
7-1-2011
YES that is exactly correct. That is exactly how I have felt after wrestling and MMA school. I miss it very much in my life right now...
But I do know the feeling.
And Mike, I can totally relate to that feeling. And, like I said, I really miss it these days. Everything you write about of your experiences in the fight school, and outside the fight school is totally real for me too, just as I remember it.
The boxing and sparring was a real high also. Socking guys in the face and getting hit in the face and taking it, had a magic to it like no other.
I think I've mentioned to Bill that there must have been a special high for Greek men who boxed with the small caestas on, as dangerous as it was. They boxed stark naked, and hit only to the face, until one man dropped. In Greek boxing there was no danger of "low blows" as they only hit to the face. Therefore the balls sack and penis could be totally out there visible to your opponent and the men watching. And there is just something cool about face hits, and the penetrating of the other man's defenses and nailing him in the face, and the risk of getting hit yourself....The sweat, the dust, the balls2balls, penis2penis, pecs2pecs aspect of it all is still something that gets my cock hard, just thinking about it.
I used to have a horny energy for days after fight class.
I'm still trying to find time to fit that in, actually.
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Re: Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
7-3-2011
Hey Bill and NW,
This is such a profound thing for me.
Remember, for many years 95% of my feelings had been turned off.
To have this happening to me is really beyond words.
I feel so complete.
This feeling goes right down to my ballsack and mancock. Man, is it strong.
It defintely has been a life-changing event.
The drug of Manhood.
So this is the way life is supposed to be.
Holy shit.
Also, there is this silent bonding going on with the guys I wrestle. I feel it.
It's hard to describe - a closeness and affection after we fight. I'm personally linked to them since I fought them.
They look at me differently. Like we can read each others' thoughts.
So profound. . . . . . .
All this makes me so ROCK HARD. I feel like my manhead is about to shoot like a cannon.
WOW, so cool.
The best part is that it's so NORMAL. That's one of NW favorite sayings - "It's so normal".
Now I get it.
Some day I hope to have the opportunity to meet both you and NW and thank you personally, with two very big man hugs.
You guys have changed my life.
Thank you.
Mike
Reply from:
Re: Fight the Fight Now! Part II: Warrior Kosmos -- Militant Manhood
7-4-2011
Thanks Mike.
Just two things:
Also, there is this silent bonding going on with the guys I wrestle. I feel it.
It's hard to describe -- a closeness and affection after we fight. I'm personally linked to them since I fought them.
Yes!
We've said that repeatedly.
Because it's true.
You guys have changed my life.
Actually, it's The Man2Man Alliance which changed your life.
And The Man2Man Alliance is more than me and NW.
A lot of guys have posted and donated over the years.
The donations have kept the Alliance alive.
The posts have strengthened us -- and shaped our thinking.
So Guys:
The Man2Man Alliance has changed Mike's life.
Because Mike was willing to take the steps we recommend -- that WOULD change his life.
How about the rest of you?
It's the same question I asked at the end of Part I of Fight the Fight Now!
Where are you?
And what are you doing?
As I just wrote to Mike, on the site I say that guys who've posted and donated are "true Warriors."
But the truth is that true Warriors should be doing a LOT more than that.
They should be going to Fight School -- as Mike is.
And they should be forming Regional Chapters -- Warriordoms.
Which would have their own messes, their own sleeping quarters, their own training areas, and their own shrines -- to the Warrior God.
And, like palaistrai, they'd also have rooms for talking.
Discussing.
Learning.
Learning what it means to abandon denial.
Learning what it means to embrace reality.
Learning what it means to follow the path of Valour and Virtue.
Fighting and Thinking -- as we said in Part I of Fight the Fight Now!
All that is possible.
But you have to make an effort.
Otherwise your lives will sink further into the mire of hedonism --
And be forever lost.
Bill Weintraub
July 4, 2011
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It was my own innate understanding of the essentially Combative and Aggressive nature of Men, and my own instinctual relating of that to the testicles, which produced those fantasies and gave them so much power in my life.
In this Dialogue, written in the first century AD by Lucian but presenting an imagined conversation between the *sixth century BC* Athenian lawgiver Solon and a Scythian visitor to Athens named Anacharsis, we get some idea of what that training was like -- starting with Athenian kids, and then progressing to Spartan youth:
Anacharsis: And another thing, my dear Solon, why are those young men
acting in this way? Look, some of them are grappling and tripping each
other, others are choking their friends and twisting their limbs, rolling about in the mud and wallowing like pigs. But before they began to do this, I noticed they first took off their clothes, then put oil on themselves, and in a peaceful fashion took turns in rubbing each other. But now, experiencing some emotion I do not understand, they have lowered their heads and are crashing into each other, and butting their heads together like rams! And look! There is one who has just seized the other by the legs and thrown him down; then he flopped on him and did not allow him to get up, but shoved him down into the mud. And now he is finally twisting his legs around the other person's waist and choking him with his arm under his throat. The other is slapping him on the shoulder, trying to ask him, I suppose, not to choke him to death. They do not avoid getting covered with dirt even to save the oil, but on the contrary wipe it off, and smearing themselves with mud and rivers of perspiration they make themselves ridiculous, in my opinion, by sliding in and out of each other's hands like eels.
Others are acting in the same way in the open part of the courtyard.
However, these are not in the mud, but they have this deep sand in the pit which they sprinkle on themselves and each other, just like roosters, so that they cannot break out of their grasp, I imagine, since the sand decreases the slipperiness and offers a surer grip on a dry skin.
Others also covered with dust are standing up straight and striking and
kicking each other. See that one there! Poor fellow, he seems to be ready to spit out a mouthful of teeth considering how full of blood and sand his mouth is; he has got a blow to the jaw, as you can see for yourself. But the official there does not separate them and stop the fight -- at least I assume he is an official from his scarlet cloak. On the contrary he encourages them and cheers the one who struck that blow.
All around different people are all exercising: some raise their knees as if running, although they remain in the same place, and as they jump up they kick the air.
What I want to know is, what reason do they have for doing this? It seems to me these actions are almost insane, and there is no one who can easily persuade me that people who act like this have not lost all their senses.
[Solon explains that customs differ from one land to another. He then explains to Anacharsis what is happening.]
Solon: This place, dear Anacharsis, is what we call a gymnasion and it and is sacred to Lykeian Apollo. You can see his statue, leaning against a stele, holding his bow in his left hand. His right arm is bent above his head as if the artist were showing the God resting, as if he had completed some laborious task. As for those exercises in the nude, the one done in the mud is called wrestling. Those in the dust are also wrestling. Those who strike each other standing upright we call pankratiasts. We have other athletic events: we have contests in boxing, diskos, and the long jump, and the winner is considered superior to his fellows and takes the prize.
Anacharsis: These prizes of yours now; what are they?
Solon: At Olympia there is a crown of wild olive; at Isthmia, one of pine; at Nemea, one woven of celery; at the Pythian Games, laurel berries sacred to the god, and here at home at the Panathenaic Games, oil from olive trees which grow in the sacred precincts. What are you laughing at, Anacharsis? Do these prizes seem valueless to you?
[Solon explains the symbolic value of the prizes, justifies the pursuit of athletics, the education of the citizens. Then Anacharsis asks Solon to explain the government of Athens.]
Solon: It is not easy, my friend, to explain everything at once in concise form, but if you will take one thing at a time you will learn everything about our belief in the gods, as well as our attitude toward parents, marriage, or anything else.
I will now explain our theory about young men and how we treat them from the time when they begin to know the difference between right and wrong and are entering manhood and sustaining hardships, so that you may learn why we require them to undergo these exercises and force them to subject their bodies to toil, not just because of the athletic games and the prizes they may win there, for few of them have the ability to do that, but so that they may try to gain a greater good for the entire city and for themselves. For there is another contest set up for all good citizens and the crown is not made of pine nor of wild olive nor of celery, but is one which includes all of man's happiness, that is to say, freedom for each person individually and for the state in general: wealth, glory, pleasure in our traditional feast days, having the entire family safe from harm, and in a word, to have the best of all the blessings one could have from the gods.
All this happiness is woven into the crown to which I referred and is acquired in the contest to which these exhausting exercises lead.
[Solon goes into more detail about the training of young men and about the responsibility of the citizens.]
Solon: As for physical training, which you particularly wanted to hear about, we proceed as follows. When the boys reach an age when they are no longer soft and uncoordinated, we strip them naked. We do this because first, we think they should get used to the weather, learning to live with different seasons, so they are not bothered by the heat nor do they yield to the cold. Then we massage them with olive oil and condition the skin. For since we see that leather which is softened by olive oil does not easily crack and is much stronger, even though it is not alive, why should we not think that live bodies would benefit from oil? Next we have thought up different kinds of athletics and have appointed coaches for each type. We teach one how to box, another how to compete in the pankration, so that they can become used to hard work, to stand up to blows face to face, and not to yield through fear of injury.
This creates two valuable traits in our young men: it makes them brave in the face of danger and unsparing of their bodies, and it also makes them strong and vigorous. Those who wrestle and push against each other learn how to fall safely and spring up nimbly, to endure pushing, grappling, twisting, and choking, and to be able to lift their opponent off the ground. They are not learning useless skills but they get the one thing which is the first and most important thing in life: through this training their bodies become stronger and capable of enduring pain. There is another thing too which is not unimportant. From this training they acquire skills which they may need some day in war. For it is clear that if a man so trained grapples with an enemy, he will trip and throw him more quickly and if he is thrown he will know how to regain his feet as easily as possible. For we prepare our men, Anacharsis, for the supreme contest, war, and we expect to have much better soldiers out of young men who have had this training, that is, the previous conditioning and training of naked bodies, which makes them not only stronger and healthier, more agile and fit, but also causes them to outweigh their opponents.
You can see, I should think, the results of this, what they are like when armed, or even without weapons how they would strike terror in their enemies. Our troops are not fat, pale, and useless nor are they white and scrawny ... enervated by lying in the shade, simultaneously shivering and streaming with rivers of sweat, gasping beneath their helmets, particularly if the sun, as now, is burning with noontime heat. What use could people be who get thirsty and cannot endure dust; soldiers who panic if they see blood, who die of terror before they come close enough to throw their spears or to close with the enemy? But our troops have skin of high color, darkened by the sun, and faces like real men; they display great vigor, fire, and virility. They glow with good health, and are neither shriveled skeletons nor excessively heavy, but they have been carved to perfect symmetry; they have used up and sweated off useless and excess flesh, and that which is left is strong, supple, and free, and they vigorously keep this healthy condition. For just as the winnowers do with wheat, so our athletes do with their bodies, removing the chaff and the husks and leaving the grain in a clean pile.
Through training like this a man can't avoid being healthy and can stand up indefinitely under stress. Such a man would sweat only after some time, and he would seldom be seen to be ill. Suppose someone were to take two torches and throw one into the grain and the other into the straw and chaff -- you see, I am returning to the figure of the winnower. The straw, I think, would burst into flames much more quickly, but the grain would burn slowly with no large flames blazing up nor would it burn all at once, but it would smoulder slowly and eventually it too would be burned.
Neither disease nor fatigue could easily attack and overcome such a body or easily defeat it. For it has good inner resources which defend it against attacks from outside, so as not to let them in, neither does it admit the sun or the cold to its hurt. To avoid yielding to hardships, great vigor springs up within, something prepared long in advance and held in reserve for time of need. This vigor fills up at once and waters the body in a crisis and makes it strong for a long time. For the previous training in bearing strain and hardship does not weaken their strength but increases it, and when you fan it the fire burns stronger.
We train them to run, getting them to endure long distances as well as
speeding them up for swiftness in the sprints. This running is not done on a firm springy surface but in deep sand, where it is not easy to place one's foot forcefully and not to push off from it, since the foot slips against the yielding sand. We train them to jump over ditches, if they have to, or any other obstacles, and in addition we train them to do this even when they carry lead weights as large as they can hold. They also compete in the javelin throw for distance. In the gymnasium you also saw another athletic implement, bronze, circular, like a tiny shield with no bar or straps. You handled it as it lay there and expressed the view that it was heavy and hard to hold on to because it was so smooth. Well, they throw this up in the air both high and out, competing to see who can throw the longest and pass beyond the others. This exercise strengthens the shoulders and builds up the arms and legs.
As for this mud and dust, which originally seemed so amusing to you, my
friend, listen while I tell you why it is used. First, their fall will not be on unyielding dirt but they will fall safely on soft ground. Next, their slipperiness has to be greater when they sweat in the mud. You likened them to eels, but the facts are neither useless nor humorous: it adds not a little to strength of the sinews when they are forced to hold firmly to people in this condition when they are trying to slip away. Do not think it is easy to pick up a sweaty man in the mud, covered with oil and trying to get out of your arms. All these skills, as I said earlier, are useful in combat, if it were necessary to pick up a wounded friend and carry him easily to safety or to seize an enemy and bring him back in your arms. And for this reason we train them beyond what is necessary, so that when they have practiced hard tasks they may do smaller ones with much greater facility.
We believe the dust is used for the opposite reason than the oil is, that is, so that a competitor may not slip out of his opponent's grasp. For after they have been trained in the mud to hold fast to something which is escaping from them because of its slipperiness, they then practice escaping out of the arms of their opponent, no matter how impossibly firm they may be held. Furthermore when this dust is used liberally it checks the perspiration and makes their strength last longer and furnishes protection against harm from drafts which otherwise attack the body when the pores are open. Besides, the dust rubs off the accumulation of dirt and makes the skin gleam.
I should dearly like to stand one of those white-skinned fellows who live in the shade beside one of our boys who work out in the Lykeion, and after I had washed off the dust and the mud, ask you which one you would like to resemble. For I know that you would choose at first glance, without hesitation, even without putting either through any tests, the one which is solid and hard rather than soft, weak, and pale, because what little blood he has has been withdrawn into the interior of his body.
[Anacharsis then ridicules the idea that athletic training could be useful in war. Why not save your strength, he asks. Solon explains that strength cannot be saved like a bottle of wine; it must be constantly used.]
Anacharsis: I just don't understand what you said, Solon. It is too intellectual for me and requires a sharp mind and keen insight. But above all, tell me this, why, in the Olympic Games and at Isthmia and Delphi and elsewhere, where so many competitors, you say, assemble to see these young men compete, you never have a contest with weapons but you bring them before the spectators all naked and exhibit them getting kicked and punched, and then, if they have won, give them berries and wild olives? It would be worth knowing why you do this.
Solon: My dear Anacharsis, we do this because we think that their enthusiasm for athletics will increase if they see that those who excel at them are honored and are presented to crowds of Greeks by heralds. Because they are to appear stripped before so many people, they try to get into good condition, so that when they are naked they will not be ashamed, and each one works to make himself capable of winning. As for the prizes, as I said earlier, they are not insignificant: to be praised by the spectators, to be a recognized celebrity, and to be pointed out as the best of one's group. As a result of these prizes, many of the spectators who are of the right age for competition go away completely in love with courage and struggle. If someone should remove love of glory from our lives, what good would we ever achieve, Anacharsis, or who would strive to accomplish some shining deed? But now it is possible for you to imagine from these games what sort of men these would be under arms, fighting for fatherland and children and wives and temples, when they show so much desire for victory in competing for laurel berries and wild olives.
Furthermore, how would you feel if you should observe fights between
quails and between roosters here among us, and see the great interest
which is shown in them? Wouldn't you laugh, particularly if you should learn that we do this in accordance with our laws and all men of military age are instructed to be present and to see these birds fight until they are exhausted? But it is no laughing matter, for eagerness for danger creeps insensibly into their souls so that they try not to seem less courageous and bold than the roosters nor to give in too soon because of injury or fatigue or any other distress.
As for trying them in armed combat and seeing them receive wounds --
never! It is brutal and dreadfully wrong, and in addition it is economically unfeasible to destroy the bravest, whom we could better use against our enemies.
Since you tell me, Anacharsis, that you expect to travel to the rest of
Greece, if you get to Sparta, remember not to laugh at them nor think that they have no purpose when they compete in a theater, rushing together and striking each other, fighting over a ball, or when they go into a place surrounded by water [known as Plantanistas, or Plane-Tree Grove], choose up sides, and fight as if in actual war, although as naked as we Athenians are, until one team drives the other out of the enclosure into the water, the Sons of Herakles beating the Sons of Lykurgos or vice versa; after this contest there is peace and no one would strike another. In particular, do not laugh if you see them being whipped at the altar, streaming with blood, with mothers and fathers standing by, not at all bothered by what is happening but on the contrary threatening them if they do not hold up under the blows, urging them to bear up under the pain as long as possible, and to be strong under this hideous treatment. To tell the truth, many have died in these contests, not thinking it manly to yield before the eyes of their friends and relatives while they are still alive, no, not even to flinch. You will see honors paid to statues of people like this erected at public expense by the state of Sparta.
~ translated by Sweet.
The great Greek philosophers Sokrates and Plato spent a lot of time debating and defeating the hedonists of their day.
Plato wrote three very powerful books detailing that debate, beginning with the Protagoras, continuing in the Gorgias, and culminating in the Republic, one of the most important works of Western literature.
In the Gorgias in particular, Sokrates identifies hedonism with those who in his day, engaged in anal.
And since anal was proscribed -- forbidden -- by the Greeks, he uses that fact to defeat the hedonists.
Here's the debate -- the hot-headed hedonist is a guy named Callicles, and he's debating Sokrates:
Socrates. Come now, let me tell you another parable:
Consider if each of the two lives, the temperate and the licentious, might be described by imagining that each of the two men had a number of jars; the one man has his jars sound and full, one of wine, another of honey, and a third of milk, besides others filled with other things, and the sources which fill them are scanty and difficult, and he can only obtain them with a great deal of hard toil. Well, one man, when he has taken his fill, neither draws any more nor troubles himself a jot, but remains at ease on that score. The other, in like manner, can procure sources, though not without difficulty; but his vessels are leaky and unsound, and night and day he is compelled to fill them constantly, and if he pauses for a moment, he is in an agony of extreme distress. If such is the nature of each of the two lives, do you say that the licentious man has a happier one than the orderly? Do I not convince you that the opposite is the truth?
Callicles. You do not convince me, Socrates, for the one who has filled himself has no longer any pleasure left; and this, as I was just now saying, is the life of a stone: he has neither joy nor sorrow after he is once filled; but a pleasant life consists rather in the largest possible amount of inflow.
Soc. Well then, if the the inflow be large, must not that which runs away be of large amount also, and the holes for such outflow be of great size?
Cal. Certainly.
Soc. The life which you are now depicting is not that of a dead man,
or of a stone, but of a plover [a bird thought to drink and then to eject the liquid]; you mean that he is to be hungering and eating?
Cal. Yes.
Soc. And he is to be thirsting and drinking?
Cal. Yes, that is what I mean; he is to have all his desires about
him, and to be able to live happily in the gratification of them.
Soc. Capital, excellent; go on as you have begun, and have no shame; I, too, must disencumber myself of shame: and first, will you tell me whether you include itching and scratching, provided you have enough of them and pass your life in scratching, in your notion of happiness?
Cal. What a strange being you are, Socrates! a regular stump-orator.
Soc. That was the reason, Callicles, why I scared Polus and Gorgias,
until they were too modest to say what they thought; but you will
not be too modest and will not be scared, for you are such a manly fellow. And now, answer my question.
Cal. I answer, that even the scratcher would live pleasantly.
Soc. And if pleasantly, then also happily?
Cal. To be sure.
Soc. But what if the itching is not confined to the head? Shall I
pursue the question? And here, Callicles, I would have you consider
how you would reply if consequences are pressed upon you, especially
if in the last resort you are asked, whether the life of a catamite is
not terrible, shameful, and wretched? Or would you venture to say, that they too are happy, if they only get enough of what they want?
Cal. Are you not ashamed, Socrates, of introducing such topics
into the argument?
Soc. Well, my fine friend, but am I the introducer of these
topics, or he who says without any qualification that all who feel
pleasure in whatever manner are happy, and who admits of no
distinction between good and bad pleasures? And I would still ask,
whether you say that pleasure and good are the same, or whether
there is some pleasure which is not a good?
~translated by Jowett and Lamb
So: Socrates asks, "Is there some pleasure which is not a good?"
And the word "catamite" in the original Greek is kinaidos, that is, one who is anally passive, and/or who participates in anal penetration.
That is, an analist.
"Is there some pleasure which is not a good?"
Anal.
The life of an analist, says Sokrates, is "terrible, shameful, and wretched."
And Callicles doesn't dare disagree with him.
Because the cultural prohibition against anal is too severe.
I have no question that privately, Callicles thinks anal is okay.
That to his mind, "If it feels 'good,' do it!" and "It's all sex and it's all good!" -- are imperatives.
But he doesn't dare say so -- regarding anal.
Because again, the cultural prohibition against anal is too severe.
As it should be.
At the very end of Part I, you mention "Militant Manhood".
Thanks for the reply.
As you can see, "Militant Manhood" made me hard.
I LOVED it.
Great!
I do agree with you that Fight School is not ancient Greece. Big ways
is Fight School lacks the religious component, no nudity and is not a center
for thinking and debate, like the palaistra was.
Excellent points!
Major stuff.
After
looking at a computer screen all day, to wrestle, punch and muscle around
with another aggressive, strong guy my size and strength brings me quickly
back to the physical
world.
Ares, then, if you like, would be named for his virility [arren] and courage, or for his hard and unbending nature, which is called arratos; so Ares would be in every way a fitting name for the god of war.
Elsewhither sped Eurypylus;
And aye as he rushed on
Fell 'neath his spear a multitude untold.
As tall trees, smitten by the strength of steel
In mountain-forest, fill the dark ravines,
Heaped on the earth confusedly, so fell
The Achaeans 'neath Eurypylus' flying spears --
Till heart-uplifted met him face to face Achilles' son.
They twain swung up, each hot to smite his foe.
But first Eurypylus cried the challenge-cry:
"Who art thou? Whence hast come to brave me here?
To Hades merciless Fate is bearing thee;
For in grim fight hath none escaped mine hands;
But whoso, eager for the fray, have come
Hither, on all have I hurled anguished death.
By Xanthus' streams have dogs devoured their flesh
And gnawed their bones. Answer me, who art thou?
Whose be the steeds that bear thee exultant on?"
"Wherefore, when I am hurrying to the fray,
Dost thou, a foe, put question thus to me,
As might a friend, touching my lineage,
Which many know? Achilles' son am I,
Son of the man whose long spear smote thy sire,
And made him flee -- yea, and the ruthless fates
Of death had seized him, but my father's self
Healed him upon the brink of woeful death.
The steeds which bear me were my godlike sire's;
These the West-wind begat, the Harpy bare:
Over the barren sea their feet can race
Skimming its crests: in speed they match the winds.
Since then thou know'st the lineage of my steeds
And mine, now put thou to the test the might
Of my strong spear, born on steep Pelion's crest,
Who hath left his father-stock and forest there."
That glorious man: he swung the long spear up.
But in his brawny hand his foe hath seized
A monstrous stone: full at the golden shield
Of Neoptolemus he sped its flight;
But, no whit staggered by its whirlwind rush,
He like a giant mountain-foreland stood
Which all the banded fury of river-floods
Can stir not, rooted in the eternal hills;
So stood unshaken still Achilles' son.
Yet not for this Eurypylus' dauntless might
Shrank from Achilles' son invincible,
On-spurred by his own hardihood and by Fate.
Their hearts like caldrons seethed o'er fires of wrath,
Their glancing armour flashed about their limbs.
Like terrible lions each on other rushed,
Which fight amid the mountains famine-stung,
Writhing and leaping in the strain of strife
For a slain ox or stag, while all the glens
Ring with their conflict; so they grappled, so
Clashed they in pitiless strife. On either hand
Long lines of warriors Greek and Trojan toiled
In combat: round them roared up flames of war.
Like mighty rushing winds they hurled together
With eager spears for blood of life athirst.
Ceaselessly: never paused they from the strife.
Now hewed they each the other's shield, and now
Thrust at the greaves, now at the crested helms.
Reckless of wounds, in that grim toil pressed on
Those aweless heroes: Strife incarnate watched
And gloated o'er them. Ran the sweat in streams
From either: straining hard they stood their ground,
For both were of the seed of Blessed Ones.
From Heaven, with hearts at variance, Gods looked down;
For some gave glory to Achilles' son,
Some to Eurypylus the godlike. Still
They fought on, giving ground no more than rock
Of granite mountains. Rang from side to side
Spear-smitten shields. At last the Pelian lance,
Sped onward by a mighty thrust, hath passed
Clear through Eurypylus' throat. Forth poured the blood
Torrent-like; through the portal of the wound
The soul from the body flew: darkness of death
Dropped o'er his eyes. To earth in clanging arms
He fell, like stately pine or silver fir
Uprooted by the fury of Boreas;
Such space of earth Eurypylus' giant frame
Covered in falling: rang again the floor
And plain of Troyland. Grey death-pallor swept
Over the corpse, and all the flush of life
Faded away. With a triumphant laugh
Shouted the mighty hero over him:
"Eurypylus, thou saidst thou wouldst destroy
The Danaan ships and men, wouldst slay us all
Wretchedly -- but the Gods would not fulfil
Thy wish. For all thy might invincible,
My father's massy spear hath now subdued
Thee under me, that spear no man shall 'scape,
Though he be brass all through, who faceth me."
While shrank the Trojans back in dread, at sight
of that strong-hearted man.
They twain swung up, each hot to smite his foe.
Of my strong spear, born on steep Pelion's crest,
Who hath left his father-stock and forest there."
That glorious man: he swung the long spear up.
With eager spears for blood of life athirst.
Their hearts like caldrons seethed o'er fires of wrath,
Like terrible lions each on other rushed,
. . .
Writhing and leaping in the strain of strife
so they grappled, so
Clashed they in pitiless strife.
Now hewed they each the other's shield, and now
Thrust at the greaves, now at the crested helms.
Reckless of wounds, in that grim toil pressed on
Those aweless heroes: Strife incarnate watched
And gloated o'er them. Ran the sweat in streams
From either: straining hard they stood their ground,
. . .
They fought on, giving ground no more than rock
Of granite mountains. Rang from side to side
Spear-smitten shields. At last the Pelian lance,
Sped onward by a mighty thrust, hath passed
Clear through Eurypylus' throat. Forth poured the blood
Torrent-like; through the portal of the wound
The soul from the body flew: darkness of death
Dropped o'er his eyes. To earth in clanging arms
He fell . . .
When the boys reach an age when they are no longer soft and uncoordinated, we strip them naked. . . . We teach one how to box, another how to compete in the pankration, so that they can become used to hard work, to stand up to blows face to face, and not to yield through fear of injury.
I NEED Fight School.
to wrestle, punch and muscle around nude with another aggresive, strong, nude guy my size and strength
I also agree with you about Sparta. It was such a Manly culture.
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Yes, we need to better control technology to work for us men.
I need to figure out how.
Wow, another email to really think about.
Yes, I do feel like I'm being "scraped", but I need it.
Yes -- we all do.
Heterosexualization, I believe, is definately a historical force.
I saw it even happen in my high school and college. Both were male when I
attended.
The maleness was diluted.
Today, we are very removed from any war. Very asceptic. Look at Iraq.
You're right about Fight School -- I need it because I need the male/male
world of physical aggression.
That's right.
I really really crave it. I think about fighting ALL THE TIME. It makes me
hard because of the physical male contact. I LOVE the one-on-one male to
male contact.
I really feel like I'm in another world. I'm glad it has a name -- The
Warrior Kosmos.
Right!
I used to think I didn't have a frame of reference for this. But I was
wrong. That one session, when we were both very aggressive and very very
hard, was sacred.
Yes.
Thanks for making me realize it. I would not want to do it again unless it
was under similar circumstances.
I absolutely need to be in that world of primal male to male aggression. I
need to be with full aggression and force.
Thanks Bill for making me realize how special this is.
I have a wrestling question for you.
I'm slowly
learning and it's a really great experience.
I owe this to both NW and Bill for getting me involved in martial arts.
One funny thing is happening, though. I'm pretty pumped when I get into the
class and I work hard and really concentrate.
When I leave I have this "afterglow" that's really strong. Before I arrive
at class the aggression is so strong that I could
put my fist right through a wall. Afterwards, it's a feeling of peace. Like
I'm floating. Last night after class it was really strong.
Is this normal?
Also, today, I have this cocky feeling, like: "Fuck yeah, I
can kick anybody's ass". My dick and balls
are just so high strung. My aggression is really intense. I feel like this
after every BJJ, the next day. Is this normal?
You know, it's not like I'm this cool MMA guy who kicks ass every day. I'm a
neophyte who is a true beginner in fight school
and needs to be humble, especially around guys who have been at it for
years, like you.
Does this happen to other guys?
This is fuck'n great!! The feeling was such a "high" that I felt like I was
on some kind of drug.
An Ecstasy, An Inebriation, of the Male
I was driving home and the feeling was that of total peace.
I just savored
all the wrestling and fighting I did, thinking about one guy after another.
RIGHT!!
I still feel so damn cocky. I feel like my Balls and Mancock just want to
take me over. I really could fuck anything right now!!
I love to fight, but I also realize how little I know. I WANT to be
respectful and humble, especially to those guys with experience.
Yes -- that too is natural.
I LOVE being in the Warrior Kosmos!!
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