Remember the healthy Neapolitan man?—the one with instinct, intelligence, and intuition?
Today, we’re zooming in on what happens when a man is missing the bottom layer: instinct.
You’ve met this man before. He’s the one who’s dead from the waist down.
He’s not just low on libido. He’s disconnected from his masculine fire, his biological compass, and the primal charge that tells a man what to do around a woman—without needing a script, a theory, or a permission slip.
And when a man loses that… he’s toast.
🧠 “Sex on the Brain”—and That’s the Wrong Place for It
Alan Watts said it best:
“They have sex on the brain—and that’s not the best place for it.”
A man cut off from instinct has no internal signal for sexuality. So what does he do?
He learns sex. From school. From the media. From porn.
Because he can’t feel it, he tries to make himself become what he thinks he is supposed to be.
He studies it like a textbook.
He relies on school sex education to explain what his own body should be screaming at him.
Sex education!
Can we just pause and appreciate how absurd that even sounds?
Do animals need sex education?
Do lions, stallions, or wolves attend “Consent Awareness Week” in the savannah?
When you sever a man from his base—his instinct—you create a creature who doesn’t know what he wants, so he ends up doing what he’s told.
🧪 Programmable, Compliant, Castrated
And this is exactly what the modern world wants:
A programmable man.
A neutered man.
A man without testosterone, without clarity, without edge.
Because when you castrate a man psychologically, he becomes easy to reshape. You can convince him of anything—even that he’s not attracted to women.
Seriously.
Modern men are so low in libido, so removed from the instinctual desire for female flesh and fertility, that they begin to doubt their sexuality altogether.
They don’t feel the tug in their gut, the surge in their chest, the hardness in their loins when they see a fertile woman. So they accept whatever label society assigns them.
They’re like, “Well, I guess I’m pan-romantic grey-ace demi-something.”
No, bro. You’re just malnourished, drained, and psychologically gelded.
🤢 “Can I Touch Your Hair?”
This is how we get the neutered male, the manufactured eunuch, the classroom-trained gelding who approaches women like a PR agent on eggshells:
“Can I touch your hair?”
“Do you consent to me holding your hand?”
“May I obtain written approval before I glance at your cleavage?”
It’s not romantic. It’s not respectful. It’s disgusting.
Women don’t want an HR rep. They want a man. A man who feels something when he sees her. Who knows what he wants. Who doesn’t need a manual to figure out that her curves, her scent, her softness, are drawing him in.
🏫 Where This All Begins
This manufacturing process starts early. In school.
That’s where masculine desire gets labeled as BAD.
That’s where the natural drive to look at girls, to fantasize, to flirt, to feel the electric charge of attraction—gets pathologized.
“Stop objectifying women.”
“That’s inappropriate.”
“Eyes up here.”
“You’re making her uncomfortable.”
So the boy learns: My instincts are bad.
He suppresses them. Smothers them. Buries them under shame and social rules.
Eventually, he forgets how to feel.
And once you kill the instinct, the man is gone.
🧊 The Man with No Base
Without instinct, his intelligence becomes cold and abstract.
Without instinct, his intuition never awakens.
Without instinct, he doesn’t chase, claim, or create. He just waits.
He becomes a consumer of women, not a pursuer of them. He gorges on porn, simulation, and performative “respect” while ignoring the aching emptiness in his bones.
🍨 Full Circle
So we return to the Neapolitan man.
Instinct. Intelligence. Intuition.
You don’t want a guy who only has the middle. He’ll be clever, compliant—and castrated.
Look for the man who feels you in his gut. Who sees you and doesn’t flinch.
Who doesn’t ask the textbook what to do—because his body already knows.
That’s the man who can love you, lead you, and impregnate you with life.
