TRANSCRIPT – Study Bros, Hormone Hoes and Biohacking Bitches vs. My Orgasms
A few weeks ago I saw an ad come up in my Insta feed with Gary Brecka and his partner whining about how she was saddled with such an awful menopause or peri-menopause—or whatever invented, fictional term people are giving these things—UNTIL SHE FOUND HORMONES AND NOW SHE HAS SEEN GOD.
Nah, Gary, she’s just underfucked.
Well-f**ked women don’t get perimenopause or menopause symptoms.
This isn’t some unavoidable event that befalls the so-unfortunate female at age 40.
It’s the direct result of ONE MAIN CAUSE:
Being underfucked.
But Gary is part of a larger cavalcade of STUDY BROS AND HORMONE HOES.
All defaulting to “science”
All defaulting to diagnostic testing.
All defaulting to drugs.
All defaulting to ANYTHING but their own innate power.
Instead of finding ways for the body to heal and rebalance itself.
WITHOUT the outside influence of drugs and machines.
Look, to each their own.
If people want to worship the false gods of hormones and they love outsourcing their power to machines, who am I to judge?
Well, I do judge when these people suggest that the human body is somehow inherently faulty and our only recourse is… drugs.
Do you remember the scene in the very first Star Wars?
Princess Leia programs the message into R2D2:
“ObiWan, you’re our only hope!”
But here, it’s “Hormones! You’re our only hope!”
Honestly, it’s boring and pathetic and I have zero respect for it.
There is a whole faction of menopause morons out there, with their sworn allegiance to HRT as something they will, and I quote their FEARFUL leader Dr. Mary Claire, take for the rest of their lives.
Mary Claire will, and I quote “die with an estradiol patch on”.
And then we have the newly baptized peptide warriors, telling you that if you inject these unknown, barely-tested substances into you every day forever, YOU WILL FIND THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH.
Right here in this syringe!
So this podcast isn’t about whether these things are PROVEN SAFE or not.
Because everything is “safe” until it isn’t.
Or it can never be admitted to be unsafe.
Meaning, Botox was apparently safe, until women starting getting MCAS reactions.
Mercury fillings were safe until people were getting autoimmune issues and we realized mercury in the mouth and brain may NOT be such a great idea.
Root canals were safe until they were being linked in 98% of breast C-word cases.
Frankentits were safe until hundreds of thousands of women began experiencing Breast Implant Illness.
Oh wait.
These things are all still deemed to be safe.
And they probably—no matter how much actual or anecdotal “evidence” emerges and is then quietly buried—never be able to be called not safe.
Do you know why?
Because then the manufacturers of these products will be liable for each and every prescribed instance of treatment involving these substances and procedures.
And that CANNOT EVER happen.
So you, as a consumer, either become very, very good at Caveat Emptor: Buyer Beware, or you begin to come to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, the constant tweaking, altering and interfering with the human ecosystem is actually the problem.
And that left to its own devices, perhaps with a little occasional help from nature itself, it will find its homeostasis once again.
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What does biohacking even mean these days?
What did it ever mean?
Was it and is it only ever about being a shill for hormones and supplements and machines?
Is that “biohacking”?
So… taking drugs?
It’s not some clever, sophisticated solution to a problem.
It’s not even a solution.
These things are Band-Aids.
Maybe —maybe they are slightly less damaging Band-Aids than straight up pharmaceuticals, but… are they?
They inherently promote the EXACT same level of dependency and are often made by the EXACT same companies and are sponsored by the EXACT same types of studies that are propped up by whoever is paying for the “STUDY” to be done.
So let’s talk about “studies” for a moment.
Studies are “whore-speak” for “I was bought and paid for and will do and say anything you want.”
The people who are convincing you to take peptides and take hormones are being PAID to tell you that.
They make affiliate commissions on all sales and they also get outright paid to endorse these things.
I know, because I was—laughably—approached to do this.
Clearly they didn’t do their research on me and they don’t know my ethos around healing.
The missing health—and beauty—ingredient for all of these people, and all of these conditions is vitamin F: Vitamin Fuck.
Or to be precise: the peptide chain WF+++ aka Well-fucked to Infinity.
The only thing you flexing (Wolf of Wall Street Jordan flex meme) with your peptide shots and your hormone stacks and your wearable devices is signaling to me—and everyone else—is how underfucked you are.
How out of touch with your sexual, life-force essence—the biggest healing hack you have FREE and INFINITE access to—you really are.
I would go so far as to say that these people have never experienced Anami-style gourmet sex.
Ever.
Most people haven’t.
Most people have the sexual maturity of 15-year-olds.
They have pump and dump, perfunctory sexual encounters.
And live in a world of hurt.
They have all kinds of reproductive—and other general—ailments.
They’re marriages are vessels of companionship and not passion.
It’s clear that they are desperately missing deep, authentic, raw, hungry, exploding, life-changing, transcendent sex and connection.
The magical fuck of transformation.
If they had it in their lives, they’d know.
And WE’D know.
Because they’d stop shilling for all these drugs and mechanical devices.
Their hormones would balance out.
The weight would drop off.
There would be no need for anti-depressants.
They’d be unlocking the superpowers that ONLY happen when you enter the magical, mythical kingdom of the well-fucked.
And that’s how you know that they’ve only ever had boring, superficial, “sex isn’t an important part of a relationship, don’t you know that!” sex.
Reproductive hormones are the master hormones in the body.
And they get PRODUCED in spades when you have good sex.
Not average, pump and dump, jerk off to porn sex, or perfunctory, “we’re married so we should check this box” sex.
No. Not that. That’s not going to help you at all.
I mean “this changed my life. I’ve seen God. I’ve been fucked and loved into oblivion” sex.
That the sex that creates the hormonal and neurotransmitter flow that props up your entire system.
And only people who are well-fucked, in the Anami definition of gourmet sex well-fucked, have it.
STUDY BROS AND HORMONE HOES
Recently, these shills are all scrambling to raise their hands up in the air to tell you now that there is a NEW STUDY FOR HRT AND WOULDN’T YOU KNOW IT ACTUALLY IT’S REALLY GOOD FOR YOU THE OTHER 40 YEAR STUDY THAT SAID IT WAS BAD HAS NOW BEEN VINDICATED BY THIS NEW NEW BETTER BEST STUDY…
Okay, let’s talk about studies, because clearly we need to.
Studies are hoes for hire.
You walk into a “science” brothel. You wave your wallet around.
You strike a deal with your favorite hoe to do and say whatever it is you want them to.
For a price.
That’s how it works.
Certain people pledge allegiance to the “study gods”. They seriously can’t walk across the room without consulting a study first.
But it actually fits a pattern, doesn’t it?
Of completely and totally outsourcing ALL of your knowledge.
It’s only valid if someone else validates it.
Right?
For these study bros and hoes, it is.
When you commission a study at the science brothel, they will keep trying until they get it right.
Meaning, if they do 5, 10 or 20 experiments, trying to prove your hypothesis, they can toss every one of them and never reveal the results publicly, until they adjust the variables enough to get the outcome that you paid for.
Maybe they need to change the age of the study group or the duration or the dosage or the pre-existing conditions.
And change it they will. Whatever it takes until the right numbers add up.
Then you have something you can publish and point to as “SCIENCE” ?
And because most people are trained and indoctrinated to respect ANY perceived authority, they hear the word “STUDY” and have a Pavlovian response to just blindly obey.
They never dig deeper, they never check, they never do due diligence.
The word STUDY is enough for them.
It’s gotten so ridiculous that I can just imagine life in a study bro house.
“Honey, what are you doing?”
*Man furiously searches Google.*
“I’m looking for a study telling me the right way to walk across the room.”
“Honey, get over here!”
“NO I CAN’T I HAVE TO FIND A STUDY FIRST THAT TELLS ME THE BEST WAY TO WALK!”
“What’s the right pace to walk at?”
“Should I lead with my right foot or left foot? What would the brain coherence be if I start walking with my non-dominant foot?”
“Is it better to bring my foot one inch or two inches off the ground?”
“How straight should my head be when I walk?”
“Is it better to look at eye level or just above it?”
Honestly, all these guys need to shove something up their asses.
When you’re that stuck in your own head, the best remedy is to shove something deeply up your ass.
I’m totally serious.
You can always tell who needs to get wildly, massively ass-fucked.
The study bros, FO SURE.
It’s so fuckin… boring. And beta. And unfuckable. You and your bitch-ass “Please tell me what to do” studies.
I’m interested in primal, highly intuitive men.
Not “The study said so and so that’s what I need to do!!”
In my expert and extensive experience in the world of alpha males, they ARE highly intuitive.
They ARE NOT constantly consulting the “data” to tell them what to do.
They don’t need to.
They have a finely honed, genius-level intuitive aura and visceral sense that guides them.
A cock-and-heart compass.
A divining rod of powerful, throbbing, masculine cock and raw heart.
Their beautiful heart-cock synthesis that lights the way forward.
It’s their navigation system through the world.
It’s only the beta bitches who are hyper-reliant on “DATA” and external validation.
It’s like people who wear Oura rings.
You are outsourcing all of your power and knowing.
To a machine!!
It’s the antithesis of “Know thyself”.
Instead, it’s “I’m letting myself be data-farmed and trying to pass it off as “coolness” and “biohacking”.
Bull-fuckin-shit.
You’re just lost, with no connection to source or your instincts.
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Most biohackers have no actual source of revenue, save for the affiliate commissions they make on their products.
So it’s in their best interest to keep parading out an endless stream of “the next best anti-aging drug” that you’ll need to take every day. Forever and ever. Amen.
And hey, look, I’m selling something too.
Sexual self-knowledge. And partner-knowledge.
The difference is, I want you to learn from me and GO.
To bed, preferably.
I don’t WANT your lifelong dependence.
I teach you what you need to know and then I send you on your way.
And you’re good for life.
People stick around Anami Land, taking all of our courses and wanting MORE because they’re having so much fun and they understand that there’s always another level to go.
They implore me to set up retreats and events—okay, okay, I’ll bring them back in 2026.
But this is because they want to keep riding bigger and bigger waves.
Not because they don’t know how to surf.
I already taught them that.
But now they want to go to Pipeline.
And they want to do surf trips together.
They love the like-minded friends and community they’ve made surfing/orgasming and becoming well-fucked and they want to keep expanding in it.
Because well-fucked people are a different breed.
A rare one.
Except obviously in Anami Land, we have a very high concentration of them.
Once you experience the liberation and sophistication and don’t-give-a-fuck energy of well-fucked people—partners and friends—you can’t go back to the world of sexually naive and underfucked.
Maybe as an act of service.
You go to the Land of the Well-F**ked and come back, like Homer’s Odysseus and try to translate the adventures you’ve had in these strange and magnificent lands.
But mostly, you’ve now transcended this world.
And the study bros and hormone hoes and underfucked masses hold no interest for you anymore.
As Nietzsche says, “The only good company is the company of one’s equals.”
And this is why we’re building out more events this coming year.
Because Well-F**ked people need their own community of sexual geniuses to hang out in.
It’s the support group for hot, sexy, smart, insanely self-disciplined people.
We’re the minority now. We need love too.
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The bottom line for me, is that anyone—or any concept—relying on selling lifelong dependency on anything you can’t source naturally, is flawed.
Flawed humans, and a flawed—kinda shady—business model.
If it’s not sex, sun, sea, nature, high-level companionship, insane self-discipline and self-engineered transformation, I’m not interested.
All the things these people are selling are designed to act on your already existing hormones, neurotransmitters and biochemical reactions in the body.
So do we ultimately need the external trigger?
What if we could learn to activate it from within?
We can.
In acute situations, could we use extra help sometimes?
Sure.
That’s why I use herbs and homeopathy as my first aid kit. They’re designed to treat acutely, and chronically, but not permanently.
They get in, they get out and you are on your way.
Every other animal in the animal kingdom self-regulates, except us.
Or, they also regulate within community.
The only drugged animals are the ones living in zoos.
That might be your biggest clue.
People who think they need drugs and are drug dealers, are simply miserable zoo animals who actually know NOTHING about how to so-called “hack” their biology.
Taking drugs is not a hack.
It’s a cop out.
And if you are currently taking drugs, I’m not judging YOU.
We all are on our own journey to figure things out and learn as we go, and release crutches as we’re ready to.
But crutches they are.
I DO judge the WHO-res selling you the drugs and selling you the idea that you are inherently flawed and DRUGS are your only hope.
“Obi-Wan, you’re our only hope!”
“Drugs! Hormones! You’re our only hope!”
This is how underfucked people speak and think.
This is perpetual victim mentality.
No, bitch.
Orgasms are your only hope.
“Nature made us—but no other animals—so wrong, so faulty, so fucked up—that our ONLY recourse it to take lots and lots of drugs.”
I’ll pass, thanks.
The things we need to quickly and deeply reset us are found WITHIN us and within nature.
I know it might seem to easy. Too obvious.
But I don’t think most people have actually experienced the power of these experiences.
Going deeply into the wilderness and watching yourself recalibrate.
JUST by being there.
Being wildly, madly fucked and loved into oblivion and feeling yourself transform. Into a new person. Into the person you always were, but it got layered over with trauma and fear and defense mechanisms over the years and decades.
And in an avalanche of life-changing orgasms, it all comes tumbling back.
YOU come tumbling back.
And rise out of the ashes.
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People in Anami Land have healed everything from punishing periods to PMS.
Women come to me because they DON’T buy the sales push that they need HRT to get through menopause. They believe there must be another way.
When they become well-fucked, they GLIDE through it without a single symptom that seem to plague the poor, underfucked masses.
Women have shrunk and totally evaporated cysts and growths and conditions like PCOS and endometriosis—all through becoming well-fucked.
They’ve lost weight, improved thyroid conditions, gotten off medication: all because they’ve become well-fucked.
You can choose the route you take for any kind of healing.
I choose the philosophy that ill health and dis-ease are the OUTCOMES of poor physical and emotional choices, unhealed residue in the body and stuck sexual energy.
Since our sexual life-force energy is the primary creative force of the UNIVERSE, the fountain of ALL LIFE, then it makes sense that if we can tap into this energy, we can heal anything—mind, emotions and body.
And I’ve seen it.
I’ve experienced it.
And so have the legions of the well-fucked in Anami Land.
So you either buy the very sad and unfortunate and highly FICTIONAL reality that you are powerless, your body is a very flawed machine that you have zero control over and you can do NOTHING about any health conditions ever, except take masses of drugs.
Or you buy into the idea that your body is innately and infinitely wise. And that there is a natural solution for everything.
You believe you have a channel within you that taps into the very life-force energy of the universe—via your genitals—and you can learn to access it anytime, anywhere.
You can buy into POWER AND POTENCY and the ability to self-heal.
OR, you buy into disempowerment and IMPOTENCY – see what I did there? – you know, the domain of study bros and hormone hoes.
It’s up to you.
If you want to join the Anami Well-F**ked Army, come on over.
I’ll warn you though.
There’s no whining over here.
No perpetual victimhood.
Just a bunch of hilarious, brilliant, gorgeous well-fucked people who take their growth and evolution very seriously.
But also, don’t take themselves that seriously. It’s the golden combo.
Reverent, irreverent.
Sacred, profane.
But always wildly, thoroughly, transformatively well-f**ked.
