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You are fucked. We all are. I’m saying this as a man who has slept around and is currently in a relationship with a woman who has done the same. Dating and relationships have been ruined for good. The damage that has been done to both men and women in sexually “liberated” societies is irreparable.
If you’re a young man, you have two main options. You can either do what most men (who are “lucky” enough to be considered dateable) do and accept the fact the women you meet are likely to have had several sexual partners, with whom they’ve done stuff you don’t even want to imagine. Some of their past partners probably had bigger penises, better technique, higher social status, more muscles and so on. Conversely, if you’re a man with a high body count, many of the women you meet will experience retroactive jealousy and insecurity if you decide to tell them about your past. This can put a strain on your relationships, and don’t get me started on the shame and regret…
Many men, especially conservative and/or inexperienced men, don’t want to accept this, so they either go looking for “pure” women or drop out of the dating game altogether. That is if they’re not already single against their own will, which is the case for an increasing number of men now that most women are free to choose who they end up with.
Some men in sexually liberated societies (Muslim immigrants from conservative families, men in small Christian communities and so on) are married off to relatives of family friends, something many of the men mentioned above see as a good solution. Personally, I wouldn’t want that, since the men from these communities usually live boring lives. Your wife may be your cousin, your community is filled with retards and your life will probably be less fulfilling in many ways.
So yeah. In short, you’re fucked. Just accept it. I’m not sure where I’ll end up. I’ll admit that, in spite of my own high body count, my girlfriend’s body count bothers me quite a bit. Knowing I’ve fucked more people than her makes it better, but it still doesn’t heal the wound completely. I know she thinks about my past a lot, and that the number of girls I’ve fucked and dated bothers her. As fucked up as it may sound, that’s what keeps me going.
I haven’t read a book that really captures these feelings, but this is kind of relevant
>It's a fact...that in societies like ours sex truly represents a second system of differentiation, completely independent of money; and as a system of differentiation it functions just as mercilessly. The effects of these two systems are, furthermore, strictly equivalent. Just like unrestrained economic liberalism, and for similar reasons, sexual liberalism produces phenomena of absolute pauperization . Some men make love every day; others five or six times in their life, or never…
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Any books that describe the disgust and melancholy you feel when something niche you are into or have experienced has become more mainstream and in its downstream nature, it gets watered down and looses some of its essential quala that you appreciated about it before?

would the word be hipsterism? grognardism?

Both in terms of the theme of a book, or a more analytical study of the process, both societally, and personally.

I think Gatsby might be an example of.

Went for a run today. As a female jogger passed by me, I turned around for a peek...why do I like legs? Why do I like calves? Why do I like ankles? Fuck, why do I like feet?
Why, good sirs, am I a degenerate? Don't answer that.

Which books would you recommend to someone who grew up in an agnostic household and wants to learn more about the world's religions in order to find one that fulfills their need for spirituality?