Texas Dom

This Man’s View of the World

Who I AM:

I am Tex.  

I say things other men will not.  

I’ve got strong opinions of Relationships, Politics and Masculinity and I’m not afraid to speak my mind.  That’s why I have carved out this space in the Manosphere.  I’m also a Deplorable.

If you’re here, chances are I struck a nerve on a Twitter post or a Youtube video.  I speak what I know to be true.  

I bring a Message of Hope.  If I can unfuck my life, you can as well.  

Life has tossed me many curveballs along the way.  I’ve struck out a few times but I always swing for the fences.  When there are chances to take, I take them.  I weigh the odds but I’m not scared to try, even knowing I will sometimes fail.  I would rather play the game than sit on the bench.

I’ve been writing short articles on this page for a while now.  Many of the topics are on Dominance and submission (D/s) in LTR’s and Marriage.  If you are curious how my girl and I got started on this path, read this article I wrote early on.  

We live a D/s lifestyle and we live it 24/7/365.  There are no breaks.  There is no turning back.  We burned our ship on this new shore.  

I’ve written many articles on D/s.  Think 50’s Head of Household from the old days where your grandparents were likely happy and living the same way.  I lead, she follows. 

So, we grind away each day.  We find a way to make it all work.  We’re married for 30+ years and we are happy.  It is possible.

My experience says it only takes one person to destroy a marriage but it takes two to save it.

It’s an odd tale, how we found our true D/s selves.  She brought it to me.  We were both ready for it.  We had been wrestling for control.  I had abdicated the throne for years.  Neither of us were very happy.

But a few years prior, I had started to Red Pilled myself.  

I figured out the process.  I had figured the end was near and I looked in the mirror.  I was a fat piece of crap.  I had lost all self-respect.  I stood there, clothing abandoned, pride evaporated.  Naked of all the fake bullshit that I had draped over my sorry mess of a life.  

I stood there for a long time.  It seemed like hours.  I had to own all my failures and shortcomings.

I finally asked that dreaded question, “Would I fuck me?  Would I want to be with me?”  The answer was brutal.  So, step one we all know… I got into better shape.  I started to eat right and lift heavy objects.  Repeatedly.  

It had become  time to take on the mantle of leadership.  That was hard after so many years of blowing it.  I had to do the right thing at all times.  I had to maintain the trust.  I had to take the burdens of my entire family on my back.  If I failed, I had to get back up, no matter what.  And, the entire time of my self-improvement, she was waiting for me to fail.  Yet again.  

“The path to Salvation is as narrow and as difficult to walk as a razor’s edge.” — W. Somerset Maugham

This is a quote that has stuck with me for many years.  Fixing your life is hard.  If it was easy, we’d all be on top.  

 Fast Forward to Today:

I am my clan’s sword and shield.  I strive to always be calm, steady and fearless in the face of any challenge.  People are counting on me.  This Warrior will never settle for mediocrity.

I am a work in progress.  I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied.  Part of what drives me is my utter determination to never go back to my former weakness.  

I throw ropes where I am able.  My mission is to help other men figure this stuff out.  Life is hard.  Men need Tribes.  Society needs Warriors.  Younger men need Elders.  I find myself becoming an Elder.

Life is hard but there is help everywhere if you simply ask.  Be prepared to put in hard work.  If it was easy, everyone would be on top.  You can make it no matter how rocky the path ahead appears.    

Remember:   You’ve got this.

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