I saw a post that was regarding the dynamics of freestyling, essentially saying that to be successful, you either had to look like a Victoria’s Secret model or to simply be “Asian”, which is not only false, but incredibly stupid, ludicrous, and outright racist - demonstrating that the original poster likely has little practice freestyling and has quite possibly no idea what she’s talking about. Was it written out of frustration of other’s success, insecurity with one’s looks and body type, or was it just an utterly false generalization to justify your failure? Or perhaps all three?
In regards to the content of the aforementioned post:
You get to freestyling by embodying a look, by holding a very strong, palpable physical presence, and by implying subtly with your body language that you are sexually available. You freestyle successfully by observing your surroundings and seeing where you can employ your feminine capital best, ideally where you observe men looking for a sexual partner, where there is a greater proportion of men to women, and where you pay attention to those who desire you. The dynamics are not particularly complex. You should always remain unfazed by rejection. There is a very, very, very steep learning curve and you either follow the learning curve, take the hits, embrace the struggle, and demand better from yourself - shape yourself - sell yourself - or you fail and don’t bother improving or acquiring any success.
To imply that by being of a certain look or being a certain race is to automatically acquire success is just to demonstrate complete, utter, and blatant stupidity, an inability to learn, and total absence of attention to the power dynamics at play. The absolute ridiculousness - I would be embarrassed to write such a thing. Those who freestyle most successfully are those who are not only opportunistic and highly observant amongst their surroundings but also ruthless with the standards they put amongst themselves. The best people who freestyle exert extreme and utter discipline with their looks, their body type, the way they move, the way they dress. They put everything on the line. They’re willing to suffer. They do all or nothing. They might starve themselves. They might restructure their whole face. They might buy a whole new body. They might fly across the country, wherever the money goes. They’ll do anything, anything, everything, to get that bag. Do you do that? Do you act the way they do?
There is no “try”. There is no “potential”. There are no “maybe’s”. You either do, or you do not. You either will, or you will not. You either are ready, or you are not.
Stop making excuses for yourself and false statements to justify your mediocrity.
I hate to break it to you, but this lifestyle is highly, highly competitive and it isn’t for everyone - and if you’re not ready to make major sacrifices, regarding your appearance, regarding your diet, regarding your wardrobe, regarding your personality, you may continuously find failure.
And if you continuously find failure, perhaps, the problem, may in fact be you. Perhaps, at your present form, you may not just be good enough. I know, I know, it hurts to admit that after coddling your ego for so long. Simply put: you’re just beat out by the competition. You’re just not invested enough or observant enough to truly enter the game. You’re just not inputting the right effort at the right time. Scrambling to put the puzzle together under the clock, and missing every time. Running in the rat race but failing to take the short cut and wondering why you continuously get outperformed. You say you want it; you talk about it all the time; you think about it. But at the end of the day, what do you procure? Nothing.
Run your mouth about acquiring “sponsors.” Tell yourself you’ll be a billionaire trophy wife. Dream and write fiction about becoming an heiress. Fantasize about the peak wealth in Dubai, Monaco, Moscow. But in reality, you could barely even acquire an entry-level benefactor. The average $50K arrangement I mentioned prior, has never, ever, ever, even come close to your personal orbit - and with the way you act now, the way you look now, the way you are now, would never, ever, ever come your way. Ever. In reality, the upscale men in those premier locations wouldn’t even fuck you for free, let alone pay you for sex. In reality, you’ve never even met a billionaire, never had a billionaire even look at you twice, never even been acquainted with a billionaire, never had an arrangement with a billionaire... what makes you think you could marry one again?
Rather than making blatant and inaccurate generalizations or attempting to falsely justify your failure, your resentment and obvious envy may be better channeled into self-improvement. A desperate attempt to salvage a wrecked self-esteem, as you wonder and wonder and wonder why nothing big comes your way. As you wonder why every time you go out, you get ignored and come home with nothing. You get one pathetic simp to follow you around, you get one beta buck bit-player to abide by you, you get one man to entertain your entry-level luxury requests, and you feel like you know everything - and you couldn’t even entertain them for long; they left you soon. Then talk big talk online, spew false information from your desperate insecurities, act like you know it all, act like you’ve seen it all - when really, all you know is the tip of the iceberg.
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