Confidence. Ambition. Power. Focus. Glory. The height of civilization. Passion. Raw, primal force and refined-yet-unstoppable. Climbing. Competition. Rising. Not just more but better. Testosterone is the defining factor in every positive masculine quality. We built a tower trying to reach the heavens once and millennia after launched rockets up there. Without Testosterone we’d have no drive or passion to do anything. With it we aspire to everything:
It is the difference between ardent, burning passion and a flickering, unnoticeable existence. It’s unwavering confidence, focus, and intensity of presence. The man who walks into the room standing tall, his shoulders and head back like he’s ready to shake the heavens. The Alpha Male. Any questions?
It’s the difference between crawling on one’s belly and standing firm and questioning everything. It’s the difference between a mountain or a river and a mound of dirt or a puddle.
Testosterone changes the way you feel. It’s fucking amazing. It’s something that can’t be explained–you have to be there to understand it. The old lady shake their heads and the gorgeous girls swoon.
Virtuous bad boys indeed, as defined by Testosterone Nation. America is largely a feminized nation. Boys behave more like girls and men have never learned how to be men. What a sad state of matters when you see boys and men groveling for acceptance instead of grasping and priding themselves on their birthright.
“Men in America are so pathetic now. Have you noticed anytime they want that quintessential sort of brute, primal male, they cast an Australian?” ? Actor James Woods
People talk about God and religion and some invisible, distant entity to bow to. I scoff at that. If anything. If anything, there’s a little bit of ‘God’ inside all of us and it’s called Testosterone. It is the driving force for change. It’s the catalyst for change, growth, conquest, and the pursuit of beautiful women.
It’s men, brothers and fathers. The protector. The warrior. The leader.
It’s the reason we put ourselves through this and enjoy every minute of it. Pain? So what? You say it’s a sickness? Are you insane? We challenge ourselves to see how far we can get! If we don’t know what we can do, do we expect to convince anybody else to take our word for it?
Have you ever been asked, “Why do you do it?”
I’ve never known how to respond to that question. Why the hell not?
I’ve got my vices. Hot women, fast cars, and the occasional shot or three. Hell, I hope every one of you do. Define yourself by what you want, not by somebody else’s ideology of what’s acceptable. And don’t ever apologize for it!