I’ve never been in a fight but in every imaginary fight scenario I have in my head it’s always just me sucker punching the other person and then hay making them in the face as many times as possible but in every worldstar fight I see the Black person just always tackles them and I never imagine doing that or know what to even do if I get tackled or taken down
Where I grew up, fighting was everything. Boys became men, and the weak were discarded. We used to roll 20 deep just to get into fights with other groups. I was a knockout champ and put several "men" in hospital. Women used to respect men who fought. I fricked a girl from the opposite group in every fight I won. That's just how it was.
I had to leave that town. It was becoming an addiction. Every bar, club, street, wherever. I craved flesh and blood. Nothing was like it. I got a rep and had police following me everywhere. I can't even remember how many times I escaped lockup. Feels good knowing that you were one of the kings. I moved away but every now and then I stalk a guy down an isolated street and play the knockout game. It's not the same, but it's enough.
He's right. Getting into an adult street fight changed my life for the better. I used to be timid and scared of confrontation and I was unsure of myself. But I learned that I'm an aggressive animal when a fight breaks down and I have a solid chin/skull. In my first adult street fight the other guy just approached me and immediately landed 3 shots on me without warming, i just remember immediately grabbing his collar and whaling back at his face, I threw maybe 20 punches in the span of a few seconds, almost all were connecting, I felt myself land 1 really fricking hard chin shot that made him collapse to his knees and he started covering up/cowering, if it was a MMA match the ref would've stopped the fight. The back of his head was completely exposed, if I was a vicious animal I could've landed shots on the back of his head and possible given him brain damage, I didn't tho, I stopped and showed mercy. Then he ran like 15 feet away, came back like he wanted to fight again, and threw a leg kick on me which did absolutely nothing. I just stared at him and smiled with the knowing confidence that I beat him. I think my smile and casual demeanor spooked him because after he threw his ineffective kick he looked at the ground and then left, looking defeated. It was wild, it was fricking awesome and it showed me what I'm capable of. It taught me to never let people get within arms reach of you, and not to get too comfortable if there's the slightest bit of tension, but it also made me not afraid to get punched in the face. I took up boxing after and it's pretty awesome. It's definitely impacting my life in a very positive way
The same can be said of literally any activity you haven't participated in yet.
Looks like we got a b***hboy here.
I've been in a fight.
I've never been in a fight precisely because I know TOO MUCH about myself.
Reminder that the author of that book is gay
A gay Ukrainian.
Based, frick women. Actually no, don't frick women.
This, his idea of masculinity may as well be a woman’s.
not really. it's not some unknowable thing. it's just adrenaline and some pain
and the book is literally an allegory for secret gay sex culture
>and the book is literally an allegory for secret gay sex culture
And the film isnt.
If you queers never skydive how do you even know you are cool?
I wish I hadn't been in a fight, I learned to cry and retreat from confrontation that rears its head
I’ve never been in a fight but in every imaginary fight scenario I have in my head it’s always just me sucker punching the other person and then hay making them in the face as many times as possible but in every worldstar fight I see the Black person just always tackles them and I never imagine doing that or know what to even do if I get tackled or taken down
>he's a homosexual in his day dreams as well
kek
Ok pal
>“How much can you know about yourself if you've never sucked a dick?”
He's right.
Frick me up, candy ass
Where I grew up, fighting was everything. Boys became men, and the weak were discarded. We used to roll 20 deep just to get into fights with other groups. I was a knockout champ and put several "men" in hospital. Women used to respect men who fought. I fricked a girl from the opposite group in every fight I won. That's just how it was.
I had to leave that town. It was becoming an addiction. Every bar, club, street, wherever. I craved flesh and blood. Nothing was like it. I got a rep and had police following me everywhere. I can't even remember how many times I escaped lockup. Feels good knowing that you were one of the kings. I moved away but every now and then I stalk a guy down an isolated street and play the knockout game. It's not the same, but it's enough.
Did you grow up in an anime?
nope, in some shitty country town.
in tajikistan?
Ok pal
All my scars I did that
If you get in fights as an adult you're pretty moronic. I get teenagers fighting, we all did but you have to grow up.
Does it count if you have to fight with yourself every day to get out of bed?
How much can you know about yourself if you've never been fricked in the ass?
you wont know how fricking much a bone crunching punch to the face hurts
He's right. Getting into an adult street fight changed my life for the better. I used to be timid and scared of confrontation and I was unsure of myself. But I learned that I'm an aggressive animal when a fight breaks down and I have a solid chin/skull. In my first adult street fight the other guy just approached me and immediately landed 3 shots on me without warming, i just remember immediately grabbing his collar and whaling back at his face, I threw maybe 20 punches in the span of a few seconds, almost all were connecting, I felt myself land 1 really fricking hard chin shot that made him collapse to his knees and he started covering up/cowering, if it was a MMA match the ref would've stopped the fight. The back of his head was completely exposed, if I was a vicious animal I could've landed shots on the back of his head and possible given him brain damage, I didn't tho, I stopped and showed mercy. Then he ran like 15 feet away, came back like he wanted to fight again, and threw a leg kick on me which did absolutely nothing. I just stared at him and smiled with the knowing confidence that I beat him. I think my smile and casual demeanor spooked him because after he threw his ineffective kick he looked at the ground and then left, looking defeated. It was wild, it was fricking awesome and it showed me what I'm capable of. It taught me to never let people get within arms reach of you, and not to get too comfortable if there's the slightest bit of tension, but it also made me not afraid to get punched in the face. I took up boxing after and it's pretty awesome. It's definitely impacting my life in a very positive way
That’s the secret is once you get punched in the face you know how it feels. So the fear is gone at that point.
Sounds like you had a sexual attraction towards him and took up boxing as a coping mechanism.