Most people don’t know what they want.
I did. I wrote it down. I tested it in the wild.
And I’ll be honest with you — some of it held strong, and some of it had to burn.
For years, I filtered hard.
No tattoos. No pets. No drama. No vaccines.
I stood on principle. Not out of fear — but out of clarity, alignment, and the belief that my body, my energy, and my future bloodline are sacred.
But something changed this year. And it wasn’t my standards — it was my understanding.
It wasn’t an easy decision.
I didn’t just wake up one day and decide the jab doesn’t matter.
I paid attention. I dated real women. I observed patterns. I listened to stories.
And this is the brutal truth:
Unvaxxed doesn’t mean sovereign.
Unvaxxed doesn’t mean sexually clean, emotionally stable, or deeply aligned.
Unvaxxed just means she made one decision. That’s it.
Meanwhile, I met vaxxed women who:
And most of all, I realized this:
Even the unvaxxed are kissing, sucking, and sleeping with the vaxxed.
And most women — vaxxed or not — are not filtering their partners like I was.
So if I’m being honest? The line I drew was biological, but the problem was behavioral.
After deleting “vaccine” from the list, I looked closer.
It’s not about what she put in her arm years ago.
It’s about what she allows in her body, her mind, and her life today.
So now, I filter for:
And above all, I watch for patterns, not just paper credentials.
Let’s be clear — I didn’t drop the vaccine filter so I could sleep around with no standards.
I dropped it because I realized there are deeper dealbreakers that matter more.
Here’s what still disqualifies a woman from anything real with me:
And yes — pets and tattoos are still in the “exceptions” zone. I’ve seen too much to make hard rules. But I watch closely.
I don’t need a woman to be perfect.
But I want one who:
She doesn’t need to have a squeaky-clean history.
But she damn sure better have clean intentions now.
I had to learn this the hard way.
Some of my rules were about power. Some were about protection.
And some were just fear of being tainted by a broken world.
But I don’t need to fear that anymore.
Why?
Because I’m the standard now.
I don’t chase purity — I command alignment.
And I don’t need every box checked on paper — I need the energy to feel right in reality.
The world’s a mess. Women are too. But so was I, at one point.
What matters now is who can walk beside me without pulling me off course.
That’s the new filter.
That’s the new flame.
And if I ever go celibate?
It won’t be out of frustration. It’ll be because I’m too valuable to give away casually.
Your Pain Was the Path All Along
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