After viewing the video please read this –

https://x.com/0xcusesfitness/status/1864220222762123411?t=qrBr7sVyubjlMhoWZBMvwg&s=19

And that’s that!

Best,

Habib Milakuwhat the one and Only Xxxxxiv.

Today marks the day I “officially” convert to Christianity. When I say official, I mean belief wise. Haven’t quite figured out the official proceed yet from changing over from another religion that was pretty much “forced” upon me by birth and that I never had any interest in.

 

For the longest time I used the term Universe instead of God. I will continue to. They are ultimately one and the same thing. Used to be an atheist for the longest time yet ALWAYS believed in the Universe. Like me myself that’s an utter dichotomy and I’m PROUD of it.

 

It was a toss up between the most logical religion out there (Islam) and Christianity. Ultimately I chose the latter. Some things aren’t rational really. Of course it all always is ultimately. Haha.

 

I continue to respect all faiths and beliefs so long as they are not FORCED upon me.

 

No, not a Jehovah’s witness, Mormon or anything radical.

 

No, it doesn’t change my beliefs of working 23/365/7. No, it does not change my beliefs of not observing or celebrating holidays. It is what it is there. It will REMAIN so.

 

Never seen the inside of a church let alone been to one.

 

True faith doesn’t require you to.

 

I always knew my long hair and olive skin and my propensity for all my predictions coming TRUE wasn’t the ONLY reason I was jokingly called Jesus in college.

 

Same for Habib porn star. Hehe. Or a porn star despite never watching porn let alone ever wanting to act in porn movies.

 

Hehe.

 

The Lord is indeed thy savior and shepherd my friend.

 

I will continue to do all I can to learn about ALL religions.

 

Best,

Rahul Mookerjee

Not a day passes by around here without hate filled emails – actually, yesterday was one. I actually had a guy thank me. Hehe. So he should!

Many thank me, of course, not the least on the other LGBTQ business.

As I chat with a Chinese beauty Queen (she literally just won the competition in Southern China) – my ex stews. Hehe. She wants to be my girlfriend, and I think she’s good to be that. Like Ann Lee. YUS!!

Lots of guys whine about simps. I call them out openly.

Yet I call this woman a Goddess openly hehe.

Like I recently said on the other business, there’s a RIGHT way to simp which isn’t even simping. Women can feel it when a real man’s into you and would do anything for you.

She sure can.

Naturally before gracefully accepting Madams proposal (i don’t do the down on one knee flowery crap (still remember Sandra pestering me about wanting to see flowers on the hill and not hurry her ass up up the hill – ugh – women!) – women do. That’s just me. How it’s worked all my life even when I was flat broke). I’m a born winner.

We will ALL have fun learning English together hehe.

Anyway – I knew there were flames coming Outta this email when I saw the subject line-

And I also knew who it was from without even opening it (was in the recycle bin as dudes on auto delete mode. )

Yes.

From fat Benny the wannabe Cannibal. Hehe. He can never be that tho. The fat has destroyed what little remains of his brain.

// TOO FUCKING FAR!!!//

The bitching and moaning is laughable at best but you Rahul are a fucking monster and a disgrace to the human condition.

You have literally destroyed anything your daughter will ever grow up to be by saying the shit you said in that fucked up 4B Movement Short. You literally want to take away your own kid’s rights and see her as nothing more than a piece of meat for men and property as a slave. Fuck you and hopefully karma will bite you so hard in the ass the mark leaves a print that can’t be rid of.

You’re supposed to be a man of fitness, in all reality, you’re nothing more than a crack headed looking POS that has no regard for humanity with psychopathic tendencies. You are one sick and demented son of a bitch and I cannot wait for the day you get locked up and/or get some STD that slowly and painfully kills you. I don’t say that much about others, normally I wish people like you to be exiled and thrown somewhere you can live out the days like Medusa but this time, death cannot come any sooner for you

//

Well, well, well. Benny couldn’t stay away. Hehe.

Fat Benny who has already given up on the pull-ups needs an audience.

Funnily enough he’s got one now, because at least this is somewhat interesting trolling. Somewhat. Like 2%. Better than zero before. He’s truly learning at the Masters lovely (according to him) feet. Hehe.

And he got the crackhead “looking” part right. Never done drugs, never will. Did smoke weed in school but the most massive hits did F all for me. I’ll stick to cold beer which I ain’t had since July. Only God knows why. Sometimes I just stop drinking. Last I had, oddly enough? Medusa beer.

Actually, he didn’t get that right . He called me that because he copied another rather inventive guy who calls him “Benny boy” which turns him on. Hehe. I had to explain – patiently – ugh!- the above part so he says “looking” now.

Stop copying everyone, Benny…

You’re not even worthy of being called an ape because you can’t do pull-ups and are too fat. The apes get insulted. One told me.

Now, before I address this, let’s take a look at the short –

https://youtube.com/shorts/BYL9mTQuonw?si=jLQ5A6t6W81MNAga

If someone can point out where I even mentioned kids in that short, let alone take away their rights, I’d be most appreciative.

Bennys just pissed off he can’t even have kids due to some condition or the other. So he says, at least. Truth is this tho – he ain’t got no conditions. He just can’t stay hard long enough to do anything. Hehe. Unless, like in Basic Instinct II, he’s got my image in front of him.

UGH. Sorry, little Ben. I really don’t swing that way and find faggots to be most repulsive in every regard.

I do admire Hannibal a lot. There’s a reason Sophia calls me a pyschopath. I proudly wear the title. You have to develop supernatural powers like I have in order to be successful at anything. There is a fine line between genius and insanity. I straddle it the very best. Noone compares to me. Even my ex called me “you kit” (apparently it means master planner).

You know, chick that keeps asking me how to increase the size of her tits. I keep saying this particular biz ain’t for that.

Like I recently told a fat lady, I’ve got the memory of an elephant as well. Hehe.

Now in all his ranting, he forgot that the 4B movement, shaving head etc is utter garbage. Who the hell wants a woman like that anyway?

Even lesbian women I know say those women are idiots.

Like “we are swearing off non cuckolded men forever”!

What the hell does that accomplish anyway beyond branding yourself as a complete lunatic?

Ok…….good for you, idiots.

You don’t want men?

Let’s see how that works when bombs falling on your head, your easy money from IG stops etc etc. hehe.

Fact is, when shit hits the fan, strong men like me are required.

You’re just pissed men like us want dutiful submissive (not doormat) women and get more than we can handle. Indeed, talking to the pristinely beautiful “Princess” Yvonne, I had to lie down. Hehe. Remember there are so many I gotta keep in line.

And there is a reason even my relatively calmer self on the other business – I get called an Emperor there by the lovely Paula and others.

By the way, I wonder whose rights I took away in the short 10x longer than Bennys Wang doodle. I didn’t even say your body my choice. Hehe.

Bennys just pissed he has no money, zero engagement, a tiny pee pee and deep down inside he hates himself for admiring me. He can’t stay away tho. Which is really kinda…

BORING!!!!!!!

Anyway…

Share this video far and wide.

And that’s that.

Best

RM

PS – They called me Jesus when I was 19, not just due to my handsome looks and long hair, slim sexy X shape (which even beauty Queens, indeed all women REALLY want – noone wants the posing and primping faggots in the Jim) etc. It was really my uncanny ability to manifest on auto pilot.

This morning I was missing a woman rubbing my feet while I sat in a chair. The lovely Bhagwati isn’t here for today.

And I thought whatever.

Got to my pull-ups.

Door bell rang.

A horrendously fat lady showed up calling me a version of Daddy (she’s older than me, like the lovely Bhagwati) and literally sitting on the stairs “below me”. She wasn’t even supposed to be here today.

But manifestation works that way. I didn’t specify what type of woman when I visualized! Haha.

She wanted the ex and that’s fine.

They suit each other.

And that’s that.

I truly can’t be beat

And if I do ever pass, which I won’t, my spirit will still HAUNT y’all. Hehehehe …

And Benny.

Quite acting like a faggot at least long enough to update me on the status of the pull-ups.

Chop, chop…BOY!

Hehe.

There I was, clad only in skimpy running shorts and a towel. I used to wear T shirts in the past but that led to puddles of sweat which would apparently cause “controversy” (wtf – especially given how lazy people are and that they use the elevator mostly) so I tried this.

And it works great. I go through a couple of bath towels but that’s alright hehe.

Standing downstairs, ’twas rep #34 I think. I rather lost track today and I think it might have been 60**5 today as opposed to 50**5.

Oh well.

The lovely maid I openly flirt with downstairs (reciprocated in full) showed up.

I noticed a huge grin and those big eyes staring “hot” at me as I was toweling my head off, initially oblivious to it, I didn’t notice to be frank.

Then I did.

Much like a cute little wife would and should ask her husband, she asked.

“Naha liya”?

Did you bathe?

The best jokes are those which are TRUE. Hehe. I have explained this before.

This was 99 percent innuendo, 1 percent joke. Hehe.

I played the fool. Here? You think so?

Now remember, she sees me like this daily. Hehe. That body language clearly she says shed rather be in the shower with me than where she is now, thinking of me. Hehe.

She giggled.

I winked.

Should we get one installed here?

Hehe.

She’s cute.

And she blinks her eyes in that inviting open manner most women do at me, batting those lovely eyelashes.

Gomti, or the Royal Indian Opera as I have been calling her over the past couple days – those anklets of hers,my.

Women love anklets. I get it.

But these?

Heavy professional ones almost, so much so I can imagine myself relaxing with a drink as she dances for me. Truly the Emperor as Im called. Hehe.

The entire building jangles when she walks, much like it did when I did building shaking workouts. Either by jumping rope when I was overweight – hehe – or using a punching bag when I was not. The latter on the first floor and the rest of the building shook. The former on the third. Hehe.

Do you dance, the question popped out interestedly.

She pouted in a serious manner.

Just a hobby she giggled.

But anyway she was right in a way.

Remember Kelly?

The wheel always comes full circle. Hehe.

“THIS is real hill climbing”, she looked at me, sweat beading off, years ago – as the other girls – barely doing 1 climb as opposed to my 5 got ferried away by air taxis because they fainted.

Drink more water.

Of course women won’t do that. Ever seen a female that drinks enough water? I didn’t think so. Neither have I and I don’t anticipate seeing one soon either.

And it was subtropical weather there, the kind where it rains one minute, you’re drenched – next minute your drenched except from the sun – sweat pouring down again.

16 Inspirational fitness recollections is a great read in that regard, I mention many interesting things I don’t generally…

Anyway the million dollar question – I’ll answer it first before posing the question.

No you don’t need to train for hours to get hill like results.

I merely do it because it’s great meditation time without taking time out specifically for that – and I love these long leg workouts.

And to meet lovely girls along the way of course. Hehe.

Maybe the shower will happen.

Definitely the ex is going to whine about she will sue for sexual harassment. Hehe.

But for you guys, you can achieve these SAME results in roughly 30 mins of training. Yes, even without a hill or stairs.

And these courses tell you how –

Advanced Hill Training

Animal Kingdom Workouts 

Buy them in that order.

One builds upon the other.

No pun.

These courses , the sheer value of information in them – is far above and BEYOND anything anyone has out there.

Noone has my results.

Period.

Truly worth their value in GOLD are these ..

And that’s that.

Best

RM

It goes without saying, of course, that that’s one of the women my ex accused me of “sleeping with”.

Real women – this dude cannot get enough of them.

Women that do what they’re told in terms of “female tasks” – with a smile – that always respect men no matter what.

Even if they’re feminist to a degree, chances are they’re been FORCED to turn feminist due to the lack of “real men” around.

No real woman “wants” to be feminist.

Given a choice they’ll happily choose a traditional female role over the BS these days and let the man take care of the “man” stuff.

Problem is two fold – one fold is the abundance of fat loser men around that are usually rank failures in areas of life that really matter. Any feminist will tell you that if she’s being honest. Plenty tell me all the time.

Maybe there was a reason I “cheated” with this lovely older – in perfect condition physically “Devi”. Apparently a comment I never made to her in the first place about her lovely strong hips set the ex off.

Devi is “Goddess” in India. Apparently married women sometimes use it too.

I’ve spoken before massueses in China, how their finger and grip strength would put most fat men primping and posing their “huge arms” etc to rank SHAME. Like dude, that tiny girl could twist you into a pretzel if she wanted.

Might sound strange coming from me but it isn’t. I respect, as all men do deep down inside – physical PROWRESS.

This woman is in perfect condition without the six pack nonsense and has a vibe that would put most “upper class” or “caste”folks – whatever the hell that nonsense is in India – unfortunately still practiced to this date in the subcontinent – rampant and horrid discrimination in manners you as a westerner couldn’t begin to imagine – most of you at least – to utter shame.

I saw her effortlessly walking around swaying her hips – heavy unwieldy basket on her head – walking down the chaotic streets of India without a care in the world.

Been into fitness all my life but that’s something that’s always eluded me!

I turned around and did something I NEVER do. Stared, hehe.

Indeed a vision of you walking out of the clouds, my lovely lady! Unfortunately she doesn’t work for me any more due to the exs idiocy so I didn’t stop and talk. I will another day.

Not just at the effortless sexy hip sway I love, but how she was just walking down the road,not a care in the world, that blue and red traditional attire contrasting SO well with her sexy coal black skin.

I know there was a reason she showed up in my dreams last night as she so often does. We seem to “cheat” more often in the parallel Universe than in this one apparently!

Always a good reason.

Like girls in African villages that walk miles in baking hot sun balancing pots of water on their heads. If that damn thing breaks – they go without water for the day basically.

Real stuff.

Men doing it is one thing. Equally commendable.

The women seem to be far better at it.

Much like the twirly thingy a lot of gymnasts twirl around their waists without it falling off – a skill that’s always eluded me.

Of course – as another girl in a bit of a bad mood today told me – yes, I’ve been told I sleep with her too – it’s “easy”.

Her mood of course didn’t improve when she saw me praising the other woman. Women hate it when other women are praised in front of them by men they like. Hehe.

Gotta keep them on their toes though. Wink. I have been ignoring her as of late but I figured this was something I HAD to ask. Haha.

Since I saw a post from a fat Karen recently about “feminism = men can’t control women so they play them against each other” I figured I’d say that.

There’s a reason these same feminists say “women are each other’s worst enemies ” and noone is forcing them to be that. Put a bunch of chicks in a room with no other problems – food – money etc – leave them there for a few hours and you’ll see. Haha.

“It’s easy”, she kept sniffing. “She’s nothing so special!”.

Actually she is in many ways but yeah – there’s no diamond in the rough when it comes to women (most issues) – all ultimately the same.

Back to the skill –

Easy.

Ok.

Anything is with practice.

But balancing that motherfucker on your head ain’t as easy as it sounds, especially when it’s unwieldy and you’re walking long distances in utter bedlam with it.

Try it.

I asked for a few tips – and got them. Hehe. I could see people all around me looking at me like I was an idiot, but that’s fine – I’m always looking to learn new skills.

And this skill will straighten your spine – get your core in order – and a host of other things that even the almighty bridge won’t do – and quicker.

Trust me. The neck is an under trained part of the body for most. Bad mistake.

And no, the traps aren’t what you should focus on here. Traps need to be trained ya but there are so many other areas of the neck the bridge doesn’t even BEGIN to hit.

Dudes chin downstairs almost hit the floor when I told him about my 50*5 daily stair climb. It was actually 60 today but whose counting.

Since Sunday is a day most of you lady asses – lazy asses – hehe – do nothing but wallow in misery on IG and get fatter by the minute and “relax” – I train even harder.

Like David Goggins rightly said about his family bitching about him not being at the breakfast table with them – “oh, Goggins is going crazy again!” – you have NO idea how this laziness annoys me.

His response was sage. You have no idea how much it annoys me to see your lazy asses in bed while I wake up at 4 to train anyway though I don’t need to.

But the best way to teach others is by setting the example first yourself.

I’m called an expert by others for a very valid reason. No, despite what idiots falsely claim, i didn’t invent the moniker “bodyweight exercise Guru”. My customer – one of them – christened me that. Ditto for all my other monikers.

You can’t get the title first.

You have to show and prove via action to the Universe you DESERVE it first. Yes, Dad – that’s one of the few things we now agree on. Maybe I’m indeed older and wiser – not really haha.

And Indians just look down upon these people – especially women like her – as being untouchable etc.

Pathetic.

Look at what she can DO with her body you lard asses couldn’t begin to do in a bazillion years. So can a lot of others.

Money means exactly F all in comparison. Any billionaire will tell you that the respect they have for the working man and woman is UNPARALLELED – well, those not controlled by the Cabal at least – such as Trump, Musk etc.

You have to EARN respect. Real hard work is the only fucking way. Simple.

Your Ferrari means jack all if you’re a whiny man with a huge belly driving it while your wife , like Venus, sneaks slyly coy glances at me.

None of this means, of course, any of the other stuff I say about women and feminists is wrong.

I’m dead right.

I always am, and I triple dog dare anyone to logically prove me otherwise.

But credit where it’s due. Simple.

It’s not surprise the feminist plague doesn’t exist in families like that.

Necessity is a great motivator to cut the BS and do what’s normal and works. The mother of all invention – they use the term “mother” there for a reason. A good one.

Back to dude – I told him that was nothing for me.

My four hours long climbs in Category three hurricanes with trees toppling around me in weather that a billy goat wouldn’t dare to step out in, with idiotic selfie obsessed women fainting all around me being ferried away by air taxis.

Sub tropical weather.

Rains one minute, you’re drenched – next minute you’re drenched again with sweat since the sun’s out!

Like Kelly rightly said when she saw the sweat pouring off me. “THIS is real hill climbing”.

Sure is, Madam.

Like, drink more water, you stupid bitch.

The 30000 steps  I clicked daily via the Xiaomi band given to me by a nice girl next to where I worked at the time. Luckily I have not been accused of cheating with her.

It’s amazing.

I go out of my way to avoid most people – especially girls.

Indeed the Universal law of “that which you run away from actively chases you is TRUE”.

Dudes question was actually about “how long” I train for. I said I’ve no idea. I stop when Im done.

Not when I’m “tired”. That silly word – what does it even mean? Doesn’t exist in my lexicon.

I said I don’t generally talk to folks about it as his genuine WOWs – like a child in a candy store – continued.

They all think I’m crazy anyway, I laughed.

He said he didn’t.

Sure you do my friend.

So you should.

I’m proud of being called insane in a world where the modern day definition of “sane” is bloody insane itself.

Anyway.

That’s NOT a skill taught in the world class, most innovative, results producing fitness system in the world – by far – the competition doesn’t exist and what does just left town but the town doesn’t exist either to be frank.

But it’s got so much in there that even one of those videos, ONE chapter, nay, LINE in the books – has the potential to change your life forever for the BETTER – not just fitness wise either.

It bleeds – no pun palm wise – into ALL areas of your life.

It is the 0 Excuses Fitness System. 

5 star, nothing like it out there.

Try it, and you’ll see what I mean for yourself.

Best,

Rahul Mookerjee

Been a rather interesting day to say the least, and I’m reminded of many things. Not the least being a young Ahmed at a job I worked in the Middle East – not a place I’d like to visit again – vigorously shaking my hand upon quitting his job and saying “forever together!”.

He used to specialise in watching porn at work apparently. Haha. But he wasn’t the one who named me that. That was the famous chat Master Tyrone Eric Milakuwhat blanks “HPS off the hezey”. Hehe.

“You got the hair, boy!”.

Hehe.

The Habibi Ahmed made a comment about me being “very strong” when I was fat. But I was strong too!

Anyway.

My hair is something most girls except the ex love.

Except she loved it when we were dating.

Marriage apparently to her meant “mould me” into what she wanted.

Sorry hun.

That ain’t happening with me. You should know that especially after the first comment I made to you on chat when we started talking was about the sauna girls.

Oddly enough she had no problem with them then.

“I’m glad they helped my “bear” when needed” was the exact comment.

My.

How times change.

Chatting with the lovely 20 year old Shivika about the entire “being accused of cheating with the older maid so unfairly canned”, she made a comment that was hilarious – but she invited me to join her for lunch first.

I thanked her but declined. I told her I eat once a day.

Ah, diet, she missed.

Nothing of the sort Madam, I laughed. I have the most unhealthy diet ever. Exercise is king, nutrition is Queen….

…but , the KING remains exercise.

Enough said. Hehe.

She agreed.

Gotta love non feminist girls with smarts.

Then she asked if my ex was “that aunty”.

I didn’t get it. . .

Who? Which auntie?

Then I got it..

I couldn’t stop cackling like Kamala. Hehe.

I asked her why she doesn’t ever call me Uncle.

I got hysterical giggles.

Enough said. Hehe.

Hey.

There is a reason I’m forever 24.

It ain’t just looks.

It’s VIBE.

And only bodyweight exercises will give you that vibe – the Trumpinator being the only exception to this RULE I know of.

Not gym.

Not weight pumping.

You can’t fake the X shape.

Wearing all the fancy clothes in the world, tilting your chin up at strange angles, pulling your tummy in while taking idiotic pump n tone selfies won’t cut it bro.

Driving a Ferrari won’t either if I’m talking to your wife and not you.

Hehe..

And that’s that.

Anyone can do bodyweight exercises.

As I told another lovely lady today…

//

My fitness business is an online business – basically bodyweight only fitness books and courses (video manual too in some cases) – I’m not a huge believer in commercial gyms as they’re basically a massive waste of time and money (most gym memberships as you know stay practically unused). I promote the sort of training the military does – tailored towards the average Joe or Jane. Works for Walruses too I think haha …

I used to be obese myself and got myself in top condition with nothing but bodyweight exercises so I’m very qualified indeed to talk about real world fitness as opposed to the “I want big arms, to hell with my big belly” rubbish most guys Tom Tom (because they’re too lazy to do the real stuff and actually get the X shape which women want) and teach it as well. I’ll be most happy to send over the link to the site if you want.

//

It was in response to this –

//

Looking away from the cow now, you said you own a fitness business? Is that some kind of studio or some online thing you do? I like to think I am in good shape, I sometimes run but it mostly turns into a walk. Could be fitter, always trying some new fad but mostly just standing in front of my TV with a YouTube video trying hopelessly to copy it. No laughing at the mental image of me jigging around my front room now. It is embarrassing enough.

//

Too many cows and Walruses around apparently.

Ad that’s that.

Click HERE to access the never ending FOUNT of eternal youth.

The magic elixir indeed.

The ONLY one you’ll EVER need.

Best

Rahul Mookerjee

PS – In case you fine, some so, some certainly not, folks reading this are wondering, yes, I’ve been accused of cheating with her too.

While simultaneously being gayyyyyyyyyy…

Hehe.

Facts hurt, especially those in terms of looks and fitness.

It’s that “hurt” which prompts people to take action and a certain fat Walrus finally , after getting his trolling out of the way (which he did a terrible job at admittedly) took action on pull-ups, something he’s in the past claimed weren’t really necessary and reading some of his latest stuff “pushing is more important”.

It ain’t either. Pushups are important. Of course.

But as I’ve written about before, neither is “better”. You do both. Properly. Simple.

A certain”Matts” indirect advice there is flat out wrong and I’m saying that with all due respect.

When you wrestle, you PULL your opponent towards you. You don’t “push”. Simplistic I know but street fights, wrestling, pulling is of indisputable importance.

There’s a reason you as a Walrus can do passable pushups but not pull-ups.

Enough said.

So he sent me a video again.

This time actually a decent one.

The pull-ups sucked. But he’s trying. That’s what counts. He isn’t making excuses.

And so despite him claiming he doesn’t want advice from me I sent it anyway because I like seeing genuine effort from folks, even those that like him hate my very guts.

Little by little was the subject of his email.

Agreed Benny.

Benny i have to say yes, you’re improving from what you sent. For someone who keeps saying I know nothing, my talk on pull-ups seems to have deeply affected you at the core. Results count or you wouldn’t do what you are, you’d simply ignore the exercise given the reason you used to before.

Tips – please don’t swing and swang. Nice and easy, slow and steady. Slow.

Make sure not to bring the knees up. Many including advanced folks make this mistake unknowingly. It can be hard at first but focus on keeping the legs crossed at the ankles and you’ll get it. That hard to reach “lower ab” area where you have fat will work like never before too.

Or keep the legs completely straight and do them that way.

Grip part is right. You must use the thumb as you are.

Last, you’re using the Chin too much. It must naturally come up. It will when you “crunch” the bicep at the end of the movement as one of my videos showed before (think touching the top of the bicep to your forearm).

Thank you for finally getting down to brass tacks and SHOWING you’re “doing the thing”. Keep at it. You’ll get it eventually.

Cheers
The world famous misogynisticially brutal tiger

And that’s that. Paradoxically my dear Benjamin, this advice is mentioned along with more in my books you falsely claim are utterly terrible and too expensive and other rot. If there was ever indisputable and more proof of them being the utter opposite, we are all seeing it right now.

No he ain’t a customer. He likely never will be.

But he’s trying..

And he’s being honest for once.

And that counts.

Ok, later.

Best

Rahul Mookerjee

 

No prizes for guessing who.

No prizes (after reading this) for guessing too that this message is targeted at SIMPS.

But, you know….

Where did being nice in general go?

Men opening doors for women with no sexual side attached. Women doing womanly things for me because that’s how you do it. Et al. Taking care of and protecting your female friends as a man . And such.

The world has become so fucking unnatural these days with all the talk of feminism, trans, etc etc.

Coming from me that might sound strange.

But it ain’t either.

I’ve always been very open about the indisputable fact I don’t just like women. I love them, can’t get enough of them actually. Perhaps that’s why I have so many of them. There’s a reason the world famous misogynist and unapologetically PROUD of it is called the Emperor (by women mind you) even when he doesn’t necessarily want to be (and isn’t – like Russian President Putin correctly says, when you work hard daily, you’re not really an Emperor per se).

And women doing work for me or just women that know me in the other business, decidedly the polar opposite of what you’d call even remotely misogynistic. In fact it’s extremely focused on LGBTQ folks and females – done RIGHT.

Different from NAZI feminist my way or the highway rot.

This Indian woman I know that works a traditionally “not so respected” job reminds me of the Vince McMahon statement of “you’ll usually not find me with the hoi polloi in a get together. I’m usually the guy talking to the bartender”.

HUSTLE, as my t shirt says!

And I’ve always told their mother and the two sisters this – that the three don’t really look like the lower level/caste members their profession would imply.

I can talk to them like you and I.

“You know, you guys don’t look like “workers”.

“Hey. I’m being honest”.

It’s cute, the way she giggled repeatedly and said “I understand what you talking about”. Heavily accented English but I keep encouraging her to speak more and she will improve naturally. Given their poor background their mother has done a tremendous job of raising the two daughters while all work full time.

Of course the very logical ex who claims vehemently Im “gay” – whatever that is – accuses me in the same breath of sleeping with them. Funnily enough that same very logical individual has never accused me, despite me asking her to – even WANTING men let alone doing anything with them. When I get blind massages in China which are fully clothed massages done by both men and women that are qualified MBBS doctors – whatever that qualification is called in China- she’s like “ewww! Why a man?”.

Verrrrrreeeeeeeeee logical indeed.

I would have spoken the local language but it helps them more if I speak english to them.

They FEEL more respected for reasons known to most in India. I could never quite figure out the English fetish most Indians have.

Actually I DO know why. And I feel it’s very stupid. No, nothing against English, a language I’m probably the best in the world at – the most practical language in the world along with Spanish (I keep recommending folks to learn Spanish and not French – did so with my daughter despite everyone else in the family recommending French – luckily she listened – nothing against France. Just the way it is) and no I wasn’t “given” that ability on a platter either as y’all know – but I say daily that I’m a BEGINNER at it.

You learn daily. Always something new to learn.

But that’s a discussion for another time!

Yes, Madam -your makeup is very nice too, that new bright red color stands out very well against your dark Indian coal black skin!

Useless compliments like most guys give girls – fake.

It has to be genuine and it is ever only really that is if it makes sense.

Simps are pathetic to an extreme. Usually male idiots.

I rarely call women beautiful. To me cute is more attractive and I call them that because it’s true. Girls have a hard time figuring that one out. I let the mystery permeate. A guy that calls himself that always. A very attractive dichotomy.

Females in general are just too cute.

Reality is what it’s about.

And that’s the UNAPOLOGETICALLY misogynistic statement of the day.

Maybe there IS a reason they – and you – cant get enough of me.

And on that note go here and “get you some”.

No pun intended, though you simps reading this might actually get some if you practise what I keep preaching!

Best,

Rahul Mookerjee

Fat boys and nutjobs that troll will absolutely love this post. Walrus – heres some more free fodder for you to troll me with.

The best decisions are the gut “on the spur of the moment” decisions. Going to a massage parlor on the spur of the moment today and the minute my eyes locked with a massuese’s – I knew my decision was spot on.

Been a while since I big a professional massage with no constant pressure for hanky panky.

And today was the day, as it turned out. Life’s a trip!

I won’t bore you with all the details except “I was in China”. Smart guys reading this and the few smart girls reading this will understand! Haha.

There’s actually a lot to share. But I’ll share the part trolls will love.

Midway through the rub she got chatting about my body. We are both brutally honest and I love that about her.

She talked about the usual. Handsome, more handsome without the grizzle – hehe – my “soft skin” (until she got to my heavily calloused bleeding palms at which she literally was like “oh my god!!” – hehe).

She’s actually right about the looks.

I’m one of the most naturally handsome and sexy guys you’ll ever meet. Period.

But if I actually paid attention to what I wore, my looks etc I’d be that x 10 if not more. Likely more.

But like I told the girl, looks are God given. Makes no sense to Tom Tom something I didn’t obtain through sheer dint of extreme hard work. Intelligent, charismatic, all these things can be built by a man.

And fitness that I’m extremely proud of.

Points to my stomach and asks me “where is it”. Hehe.

And then to the skeleton in the family, the proud black sheep –

“You are almost a skeleton!!”

Hehe. I couldn’t stop cackling like Kamala would except in a sexy manner.

“Most guys are so fat”, she continued. “They smell absolutely horrible!”.

More laughs. Gotta love a girl with brains and she has plenty.

You know, the gym sort. Huge muscles, always so tight….

Then as she bent me into a bridge I spoke about how “isn’t it far better to be loose and flexible” like me?

She nodded. “I can’t understand the fixation with bulging useless muscles most fat men have!”.

“You’re extremely fit but not weak at all”, she commented.

Hehe.

She doesn’t know I used to be obese. I’ll tell her next time. Haha. So much still to talk about …

… We had a great convo, and true to what she said I’m almost asleep.

So much so I’m ditching my normal ice cold showers for a long hot one tonight.

After a nice sauna , seems like the thing to do.

From “teaching” Madam Chinese and English to chatting with her – out of the world.

That’s what it’s about, my dear Walrus.

Make them laugh.

Make them comfortable.

When she asked if I was married I asked if I should lie or be honest.

The latter!

And I told her.

It made not an iota of difference. I’ve already booked her in my mind for another session.

Great girl, and I left her a fantastic review. Of course her idiot boss claims she’s not good at her job as she wasn’t receptive to his advanced. Probably another Walrus sort. Typical.

And that’s that.

When I told her about my pull-ups and hiking – and chest muscles that I literally just fell asleep when she rubbed – she got why I was so exhausted and yet continued to work regardless.

Because work my friend does set you free.

On that note I did sort of disagree with Madam about her gentle admonition to “not exercise” until I’m less tired.

But as a caring female that’s exactly what she should have said. And did. I’d be an idiot to tell her otherwise. Maybe next time I’ll explain why the word tired does not even exist in my lexicon … Hehe.

I wish I could give you more details. Maybe I will the next time I’m called horribly misogynistic. This girl , if there was one thing she kept telling me – “just tell me! Say do this, do that. Don’t hesitate!”.

I did. Not that I’m ever hesitant.

But it’s hard not to be polite to a fault with these girls even when I’m paying the. To serve me. Hehe. I like women too much!

Nice to joke with a girl who gets then the first time unlike the two equally nice women I mentioned earlier.

So, from an obese (though still skinny compared to a few or the majority of fat cows and Walruses out there) to a skeleton.

Name #2265 I believe!

And that’s that.

0 Excuses to skeleton stud level. Hehe.

And that’s that.

Best

Rahul Mookerjee

Work does indeed set you free guys.

Work hard, harder and then some and until you can’t no more.

And then some.

Men can only ultimately succeed in that manner.

Period.

Troll all you like,but it’s true.

And if you’re not on board with that – please don’t bother investing in any of our products.

Very best

Rahul Mookerjee