The history of the Manosphere is nebulous.
…Like an echo, a shadow, a vague thought that has reverberated louder and louder with time. You can trace its DNA through the works of ancient poets and philosophers– great men throughout history who identified truths of human nature– through to the modern era. For millennia, these truths were regarded as common sense, and they were integrated functionally into the way society was organized, and the social standards of each population. But with the cultural revolution beginning in the 1960s and reaching a tipping point in the 1990s, a need arose for men to more explicitly teach each other these lost truths. The Manosphere might have begun with Tony’s Lay Guide, The Mystery Method, or other forums hidden in the dark crevices of the nascent internet of the 1990s (such as alt.seduction). It might have begun with The Futurist’s essay “The Misandry Bubble.” It might have begun with Roosh (f/k/a DC Bachelor), Matt Forney (f/k/a Ferdinand Bardamu), and Heartiste (f/k/a Roissy) coalescing around a shared worldview at the crossroads of sex, politics, and a restless sense of lost masculinity, awaiting a revolution.
As more voices began to join the swelling chorus of disenfranchised, horny, clueless men looking to reclaim their balls and dignity, the “Manosphere” as we currently know it was born. It became not just a few disparate blogs with similar content, but an overlapping ecosystem with evolving conversations and interactions. Men would comment on others’ blogs, post their own thoughts, and have long discussions on select forums. Eventually, there was a natural progression to using Twitter as a major uniting force for the culture of the Manosphere. There, men could share observations, thoughts, and links in real time for maximum interconnectivity. It was more immediate and conversational, and allowed the Manosphere to come to life in a new way.
But along the way, some important, influential writers have come and gone. These were men who helped forge the Manosphere by sharing their most honest thoughts and experiences– the good times and (especially useful) the bad. Men shared the stories they couldn’t share in “real life”– with friends and family who seemed to just not understand– and in doing so, we all found a deeper, common truth.
These men were also highly intelligent, expert thinkers and men of great action. They began to share their success stories, analysis, and experimentation within the “Game.” Eventually, the term Game would come to encompass all the positive changes we were making in our actions for attracting women and bettering our lives, both nuanced and strikingly bold.
For certain reasons, some of these writers in the Manosphere have had to shutter their blogs over the years. Perhaps some said all they had to say and moved on, but certainly others were “outed” and had to delete their blogs in hopes of preserving their privacy and maybe keeping their job/relationship/reputation. When these influential writers have had to delete their blogs, we lose their archives and are robbed of learning from them and re-reading them in the future.
It is due to the Manosphere’s unique and inherently revolutionary nature that its writers incur these risks. I, and many of my colleagues, live in a somewhat constant state of low-grade fear of being exposed. For many of us, this paranoia is probably overblown, and yet there is no doubt there would be repercussions if our real names became linked to our blogging identities.
Sometimes I ask myself what I would do if I was exposed. Would I cut the cord and wipe out my entire digital trail? Or have I built something bigger, and more important, than my tiny little life? Maybe I should make the sacrifice, take the hit, and believe that by leaving my works online for others to discover, I am doing more good for this world than the ill effects I would incur.
I won’t truly know my decision until that fateful day comes. But I cannot fault those who came before me and decided they had to protect their identities, and the lives they had built. Allowing yourself to be publicly linked to the Manosphere, to being a “Pick-Up Artist,” to being anti-Feminist… these things are a scarlet mark on us that anyone can use to manipulate, extort, or otherwise ostracize us from society in America today.
But as some have fallen and others picked up the torch, I would like to take today to look back and remember some of the names of writers who have come and gone. Men who influenced me, opened my eyes with wonder, and made me smile and shake my head, realizing all I had done wrong, and how incredibly simple it could be to change for the better.
Men like Paul The King, one of the first no-holds-barred, unapologetic guys who wrote about women’s true promiscuous nature, the indifferent attitude a man should exhibit toward his girls, and some practical knowledge of juggling multiple girls at once, all with a hilarious style that made you want to share a beer with him.
Men like Willy Wonka (the only other person to ever write a guest post here at The Quest For 50), who let us see his journey of improvement warts and all. We could relate to guys like this, because he was an everyman who didn’t just rely on his natural abilities or looks. He earned it every step of the way, and we could only hope to emulate his success as he met and slept with great new girls, improved his fitness, and eventually moved abroad to pursue happiness.
Men like Culdcept of Sector Las Vegas, who was one of the first guys to write extensive field reports and cite specific venues for picking up girls. His scope was limited to Vegas, but he had a good voice and contributed a lot of comments to other blogs, furthering the conversation in the Manosphere.
There have been a few other seminal figures that have come and gone. Some have gone and then risen from the ashes again, like a phoenix. Assanova disappeared and then came back in a different incarnation, only to leave again. Nate of NexxtLevelUp and Rivelino have both gone through at least 4 blog incarnations over the years. As noted earlier, even Roosh, Roissy, and Matt Forney have shuttered or changed blogs over the years. For them, it was for stylistic choices. But to many others, such as Gmac and The Rookie, it is a matter of constantly having to protect one’s own privacy.
Because we in the Manosphere don’t observe Valentine’s Day, it seemed appropriate that we should re-purpose February 14th, just as Christians took the pagan holiday of the winter solstice and started calling it Jesus’ Birthday.
I now invite all of you to take this opportunity to share the names and memories of some of the writers who first introduced you to the Manosphere. Comment here, tweet (#manosphereremembrance), or write a post of your own. If we can take one day a year to remember some of our brothers who contributed to building this community, it will help us to be reminded of their writing and keep their memories and spirit alive.
And I hope you do it for me, long after I’m gone…