A Cure for Male Loneliness

9/5/2024

Now, as a God-fearing man I hesitate to publish this thought. There are whole tribes of lonely men from whom I used to read and hear from but have since locked off after coming to the greater truth which is God. As they’ve become known to the public, I’ll name a few tribes: the black pill, the involuntarily celibate, the looksmaxxers, and the basket-weavers. Nonetheless, I am for God, and I am for truth, so I will write the truth and pray the truth leads those who read to a more virtuous life.

Western society has offered many cures to what they’ve labelled as a pandemic of “male loneliness.” In almost every case this pandemic is defined as a man’s inability to find a mate. I won’t list those cures because they’re not worth mentioning. No amount of training in the art of woo or therapy can solve for the inherent disorder bored into men’s souls in this world without God. The cure or at least the most effacious band-aid, rather, is the following:

Escorts.

It’s said you must know a disease to cure it. I write now, because it happens to be one of those nights. An hour past midnight as sleep escapes me for the more wonderful act of prayer. Before bedtime, I watched an old clip, from a movie called Marty directed by a chronically single man of the 1950s. Marty tells his mother with whom he lives, “Whatever women want, I don’t got it! You’ve got a bachelor on your hands, Ma!” Everyone in the comments bawled over this line. How relatable! True, relatable if the commenters were highly religious men looking to marry, but a great deal of them were just men wishing to fornicate!

If you’re a lonely man why bother wasting time complaining about girls not needing you when you at any time can meet the girls who do? Is it pride? God? The latter would make man happily a perpetual virgin. God gives great grace for the fear of Hell. The former? Why let pride in going to Hell the way blind men do not praise get in the way of choosing an escort? Is pride worth spending countless hours, countless years, wallowing in self-pity? Complaining to other men over how hard it is to find a woman to scratch an itch? If man truly suffers from loneliness as a pandemic then it would make more sense for them to spend their resources on easy women—the escort, the prostitute, the courtesan—than fill out surveys online or count themselves as another therapy statistic for why western men are wholly inadequate at maintaining population numbers.

Is 1984 not a required reading in schools? Maybe only at my school south of Minneapolis. The Honors Program always struck me as a CIA mandated curricula for future upper-management lords and lordettes. In 1984, dystopian society kept a portly British man from developing relationships. Know what he did? He didn’t write articles or complain online. He paid, probably some hours off his wage, for a relationship with a wrinkly old prostitute with three teeth in total.

In contrast, the societies where tribes like the black pill belong could be considered dystopian, but they are not so dystopian to the point where a man’s only choice for paid company is an ugly woman in her seventies. Why do men work with their hands looking at prostitutes on a screen or paper when they could just buy a prostitute with similar looks? It must be because their souls are so disordered that they can’t even sin properly. Yet, the sinner enroute to Hell through his solitary offense may comment, “Disease! I won’t want to go into a diseased woman!”

And here, finally, he speaks sensibly, if only accidently. In an uncorrupted world, man would have no need of fornications or adulteries. He would have had his one woman and woman their one man instead of their hands or any other ridiculous instruments used to blaspheme the gift each sex truly yearns for. They wouldn't require healing as they do now. But now, the yearning is disordered. The soul is ill. The man that is alone wishes to relieve his desire, but he isn’t willing to do so with a woman who has given herself to others unless dealing with a woman should give him society’s praise. So pride causes the man to forgo natural relations with the escort for lack of praise or worse, condemnation. Instead, he commits the more disordered sin, alone with a woman virtually represented bec ause if not praised the sin will be more accepted.

If such men swallowed their pride they would take escorts. Then the devils would further tempt them as the scent of their sin would attract more willful cooperation. A boost in their panacea, testosterone, will make go after and succeed with women whose own devils will help achieve the eternal damnation of burning coals. They would no longer be lonely at the cost of their souls, but they would no longer be suffering from the disease, loneliness. How happy would this man be who has finally figured out how to budget, moderate his natural “need.” He can be joined to a great majority of man throughout the history of this world who lived with wives or without, but kept a portion saved to spend on the woman whose life is ruled by whistles and barks and money from men who without her should certainly suffer from the disease, loneliness. And this woman shall stay in business, for so long as there’s a need to escape poverty or receive vain luxuries (the gifts a dog may give his favorite bitch!), or so long as her body keeps her, or until a younger dame more fresh and less diseased from too much biting comes along (oh how much a dog’s willing to pay for the first bite!). No one will be suffering from loneliness, not in any statistic, but Hell, its wide open roads will all be filled!

But it’s not well to end on a note of despair. I won’t, because The true cure to male loneliness is God. Keep His Commandments. Pray the Rosary. Escorts are spoken about only to highlight how terrible the sins of this age are. All sins are terrible, but man knows they are terribly sorrowful when he has a grace to see them from eyes like God’s. If men with wages had to sin through fornications, why would they fornicate alone instead of with a woman? Between sins less or more pleasurable, why commit any sin at all if both sins guarantee a spot in Hell?

And it’s guarantee, because under normal circumstances, a man dying in a state of grace may enter into heaven. Meanwhile, a man dying in a state of mortal sin goes to Hell. Fornication, in all its forms is mortal. This sin sends men Hell at death, when men fails to confess before death. What man can say God will let him live this second or this hour? What man can say God will give him time to confess mortal sin? If he says so. God says otherwise. He dies without confessing. Guess where he is now.

It’s for fear of Hell, or lack thereof, I wrote of this sinful cure, the poor escort, that a lonely man with digital representations might consider why chooses to sin mortally by himself. The 1984 style illegal rendezvous runs the same danger of eternal hellfire as finagling with the phone in his own room. At the appointed time God may choose to take life whenever He likes and it’s not for man to ever know while he still lives. Therefore, between one mortal sin and a mortal sin thought of as more pleasurable or praiseworthy in the eyes of blind men, a man should aim to never sin at all.

In Fatima, it took one vision of Hell to usher two children into Sainthood. One’s name was Jacinta and the other’s name I don’t remember. As ordered by the Virgin Mary, the shepherd children prayed the Rosary, the entire Rosary, all fifteen decades, every day to secure their spot in heaven. Jacinta, Saint Jacinta, died a happy death at ten years old. She prayed so many rosaries, so devoutly, so faithfully, that she was found worthy enough of heaven, to leave this corrupted earth at an early age. She fell ill, and suffered joyfully, for her worthy faith worthy of heaven kept her soul focused on the beauty of life’s true end, heaven.

But, one will argue that an innocent child’s ascension will have nothing to do with the malady of male loneliness for which most of men are old and bitter, coming from impure childhoods devoid of good teaching or heavenly gifts. No less a vision! Yea, this is true. Saint Alphonsus Liguori noted how one’s ability to parent will either help or impede a child’s ability to get into heaven. Good parents will help them run. Bad parents will bring them to a crawl. This I have no doubt, so far as most men choose hell, most parents choose hell for their children, and most men therefore suffering from loneliness are the men whose parents chose loneliness for them.

If it’s easier for a needle to go through the eye of a camel than for a rich man who has followed all of God’s Commandments to enter heaven, what hope then is there for a man born to sinful parents?

Jesus answers, “Through God, all things are possible.”

In the end, that’s all. Extraordinary graces are required to overcome extraordinary circumstances. The best way of acquiring these graces is prayer. When man is both alone and gravely sinful because his beginnings have crippled him with faults beyond his control, he should turn to God and do what has always been in his control, prayer. What’s more, because God loves us, He teaches us how to pray, and offers His help through immeasurable graces which most of man for lack of good teaching fail to take advantage of.

For the reader’s good, the principal weapon for acquiring virtues and the graces necessary for good works after the most Holy Sacrament is the Rosary. In this world of eight billion souls, few pray the Rosary while an even fewer pray it devoutly with proper attention given to each of its mysteries. The Rosary Confraternity, members of the Church who’ve pledged to pray all fifteen mysteries of the Rosary every week are numbered at about 100,000 souls. To compare a multitude of thousands who pray the Rosary to a multitude of billions who do not—is it not any wonder most men fail to get what they most desire? It’s because most men do not pray the Rosary.

Now, there is a book by Saint Louis de Montfort, Secrets of the Rosary, which explains how to pray the Rosary effectively. Yea, to pray the Rosary, devoutly and with faith puts an end to mortal sin. Then when mortal sin is ended man may live with reasonable expectation of receiving the good he prays for. In the case of man’s loneliness, an end to loneliness. Instead of taking the atheist cure of escorts he will be purified well enough to love his neighbor and receive the fruits of love.