My Grandma just died. I'm flying out later in the afternoon for the funeral. There's no facebook attentionfest, no LTR leaning on my shoulder to support me, no legion of girlfriends running to my defense, no feminist cause to stroke me, no one constantly telling me I'm powerful & liberated. I'm a man. I'm on my own. And so are you.
We figure out how to deal with things, even death. We buy guns to defend ourselves because we know we are our only & last line of defense if the time ever arises.
With all these realizations it's logical to learn the ways to survive and thrive. This my friends has much to do with TRP. For me it's beyond sexual strategy, it's a way of living where you don't have to be afraid of everything anymore.