Underf**ked Orcs vs. Kim Anami – Transcript
They never stood a chance. They never do.
A few weeks back, I put up a post on my Instagram titled “Why I don’t take HRT.”
I explained my reasons.
Mainly, that I don’t need it. So why would I take it?
I haven’t had a period in six years.
In all those six years—and any one of the ones preceding them—I have not had a single symptom of so-called “menopause.”
Ever.
The other main points were that I don’t view the simple act of “being a woman” a pathology that requires lifelong medicating.
From puberty until death, women are told that they need to be taking exogenous hormones if they can even dare hope for a “normal” or “pain free” existence.
And, I spoke about how if women are well-f**ked, they DON’T GET menopausal symptoms.
Or “perimenopause” or whatever fictional terms people are making up these days.
We see it all the time in my work.
Women can be doing all the “right things” in terms of weight training, and high-protein eating and stress reduction.
And they still have menopausal symptoms.
Or, in Anami Land, they might not be doing ANY of those things.
BUT.
They are extremely well-fucked by the Anami definition—which is sex that changes your life, heals and self-actualizes you.
And they have no symptoms.
So do the math.
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The post had a favorable response amongst my following.
And then.
Someone alerted the “all women need HRT” community that I put up an apparently oh-so controversial post:
That I don’t take HRT.
And they came running.
A gang of underf**ked orcs, rabid, foaming at the mouth, grunting and panting to arrive at my page and tell me HOW DANGEROUS IT WAS THAT I WASN’T TAKING HRT AND I WAS SO LUCKY THAT I DIDN’T HAVE SYMPTOMS AND JUST WAIT UNTIL MY VAGINA FALLS OFF.
Ah. The hideously underf**ked.
In the flesh.
I was called names, told that I was doing women a disservice and a litany of symptoms were sputtered out.
As though I was doing menopause “wrong.”
Because I’m fucking and lubricating and surfing and outrageously-hot-ting my way through it.
In true Anami-style, I took down each of these underf**ked orcs.
One-by-one.
For the self-proclaimed “menopause doctor”—herself taking HRT and recommending it for the masses—we held a “who wore it better/who would you rather fuck” poll.
She’s 55 and on HRT.
I’m 55. Not on HRT. But well-fucked.
THAT was a shoo-in.
I took on a New Yorker writer who racismed me.
Meaning, she didn’t recognize my superior race of people who take responsibility for their health and don’t identify as victims.
No.
I “identify” as a VICTOR.
She tried to racist my experience by saying it “wasn’t valid”, and that me having a thriving menopause was insulting to other women.
Bitch-slapped her.
Because whiners will be bitch-slapped.
In Australia, they call this Tall Poppy Syndrome.
If you stand out from the crowd, if you achieve greatness, people resent you.
Not because you ever insult them or TRY to make them feel inferior.
But because your very existence does.
The fact that YOU HAVE achieved it, despite whatever odds, and whatever brainwashing and programming and obstacles exist to try and hold you back, you navigate it all and you WIN.
And I guess… people… hate that?
Correction: self-identified victims hate that.
They go batshit.
They can’t deal.
They’ll often be SEETHING with vitriol and even violence.
Whereas people who IDENTIFY as VICTORS love to see you win.
Because they KNOW the blood, sweat and toil that goes into showing up every day, dedicating yourself to the good fight, pushing past your resistance and your fears and your laziness and your own setbacks.
And winning anyway.
You know each other.
You recognize the inner strength—or you find commiseration buddies to endorse the inner whining and excuse making.
You find your tribe.
Which brings us to the events of the past few weeks.
The Tribe of Meno-Whiners Found the Anami Tribe of Winners
So I’m out here, in Anami Land, doing my thing.
Having vaginal orgasms. Fit as fuck.
Traveling, surfing and orgasm-ing my way around the world.
And NOT doing menopause.
Or at least the way they sell it: as a tragic disease that entitles women to complain non-stop and make excuses for why they lack self-discipline and indulge in laziness.
I don’t run over to THEIR pages and tell them how dumb I think they are and how I see them as nothing but hoes for hire:
Whether they are doctors “doctoring” information, scientists who sell their opinions and endorsements for a fee, or journalists who are at the editorial mercy of whoever is paying them.
Hoes.
All of them.
I don’t run over and attack THEM.
But they seem to think it’s acceptable to come over to my platform, and like a child running up to the neighbor’s door and ringing the doorbell and running away, they leave some obnoxious comment and then take off.
Except guess what?
We have a “no-whiners allowed” policy.
We don’t indulge that bullshit around here.
And these people are GENUINELY shocked that anyone would call them out on their whining.
They are so used to playing their victim card, and having people be sympathetic with them, that they go twice as batshit when someone doesn’t give a fuck about their excuses.
And tells them to go fuck themselves.
Literally and figuratively.
Enter Kim Anami.
I am very, very good at telling people to go fuck themselves.
I mean, I do it for a living.
And if you are going to pick a fight with me, you ought to know that I’m an excellent boxer.
I pack a power punch.
And I have perfect aim.
Just yelling the word “science science” like a little NPC isn’t going to save you.
Over the past five years especially, people have grown more and more aware of just how bought-and-paid for the aforementioned former hallowed hall of “science” really is.
It’s pretty much a brothel at this point.
So choose wisely.
Victim vs. Victor Mentality
I’ll break down a few of the observations that were crystal clear in watching this parade of underf**ked retard orcs.
One of the things people like to yell is “You’re one of the LUCKY ones because you don’t have ‘symptoms’.
LUCK?
Is Serena Williams a great tennis player because she’s lucky?
No!
She’s had a life devoted to athletic excellence.
And so… she is excellent.
I’ve had a life devoted to health and sexual excellence.
Nearly 40 years of conscious living and self-healing.
So when it comes to my overall wellness and my reproductive system health … guess what?
It’s excellent.
These things are EARNED.
I’m in the DEI: DEFINITELY EARNED IT crowd.
Not the DIDN’T EARN IT one.
In Our Lives we Can Choose to be CAUSE or EFFECT
The primary perspective I see in how these people view themselves is that their lives, their bodies and this condition of “menopause” have just “happened” to them.
It’s “bad luck” or “biology” or “genetics” or, again, the tragic, awful circumstance of “being a woman.”
They are utterly helpless to do anything about it.
Either WE are responsible for our experiences and we have a high degree of control over what happens to us.
Or
We have none.
Bruce Lipton PROVED this biologically.
He showed us that our body—our hormones, our moods, whether we get sick or we’re healthy—we control all of it.
Our thoughts and feelings determine what shows up in our body.
It’s science.
It’s the only kind of “science” that means ANYTHING to me, because it’s proving that WE make the choice to be victims or victors.
Lipton showed that even IF we have a so-called genetic predisposition for… you name it: C-word, certain diseases—although how they even show this is a mystery to me, but anyway—that we can have all the “bad genes” in the world and if WE live a positive, healthy lifestyle of equilibrium, those “bad genes” will never express in us.
And the opposite can happen. If we make choices that keep us mired in negativity and saturate our cellular envirmenotns with pessimism, then these negative traits have the perfect environment in which to express.
You are what you think and feel.
So these women get together and wallow in and have this commiseration gang of other underf**ked orcs who now have a collective excuse for their “symptoms’ to allow them to be grumpy, frumpy, lazy, not have sex with their partners.
All of this is based on the awful truth that they hate women, hate themselves and think women were just “born wrong”.
Their starting place is that women and female biology are inherently flawed, and need lifelong medicating to make up for this… “flaw”.
Is it that hard to BE in a female body?
I seem to be pretty good at it. Apparently, much better at it than you.
And this would be another characteristic of these orcs:
They have NO idea how to be, live, thrive and orgasm in a female body.
And look, there are elements that have been systematically imposed upon women through religious mythology all over the world—so much so, that they even become synthetic archetypes.
I say “synthetic” because I don’t see these themes as being legitimately existing in human evolution.
They’ve been superimposed on us.
This idea that “woman” is responsible for the destruction of man.
Eve was such a hoe that she made Adam fall from God, yada yada yada.
Women are so dangerous and sinful that they must be covered up or else men will have no choice, it will just be too hard for them not to—you know, rape women.
So there is this pervasive attack on women.
But if you have enough of a connection to yourself—and your feminine essence—which I would argue comes when you are sexually connected to yourself—you rise above this programming and it doesn’t touch you.
You instead realize that your TRUE power comes not in ignoring, overriding and trying to subjugate your body.
But in aligning with it. Listening to it.
Realizing that it is your ally and source of strength.
And not your enemy.
Women who are constantly railing against their bodies spend all of their energy in resistance.
In a form of self-hatred and self-flagellation.
They resent their periods.
They hate being pregnant.
OR they struggle to get pregnant at all.
They have traumatic childbirth experiences.
And then they have “peri” menopause which now apparently women need to look out for from their early 30s.
And that peri and meno phase will now last the rest of their lives.
Being a woman is a constant onslaught and battle for these women—which I’d say is probably MOST all women.
And yeah, I suppose that’s one way to go through it.
Or…
You can fuck and lubricate and ejaculate and orgasm your way and enjoy your body and life of bliss.
Because you and your body are besties.
And when you sync up together, you become unstoppable.
When you harmonize—“hormone-ize”—and you actually HARNESS all of your innate life-giving, divine-portal-between-worlds energy, you realize you can achieve anything in your life.
Including perfect health.
You become CAUSE instead of EFFECT.
Because the difference between one and the other is one thing and one thing only:
Taking radical self-responsibility for your life: your mindset, your emotional healing, your physical disciplines.
All of it.
The Nocebo Effect
The Nocebo Effect is something else I noticed going on.
These hideous, underf**ked orcs come over to my page and they start screaming symptoms like mantras.
Like incantations they WILL themselves to get.
Everything from vaginas withering away to hot flashes to mental retardation—they’re going for all of it.
Because I don’t pay attention to all of the black magic spell-casting that comes out of the allopathic model for what this time in a woman’s life is supposed to look like—according to them—I had no idea.
I had no idea “aging” was supposed to feel bad.
Or that menopause is supposed to make women retarded.
NO idea.
Until all the orcs came along to try and tell me so.
In medicine, they call this the Nocebo effect.
When you essentially goad people into illness because you constantly pepper them with terrible outcomes.
When the programming reaches a critical mass, and you hear it everywhere, from all angles, you absorb this into your reality.
Including all the celebrities featured in the current film:
Menopause: The Movie
Starring Hallie “vagina full of razor blades” Berry
And
Drew “hot flashes on live television” Barrymore
And
Naomi “tumbleweed dry” Watts
And
Gwyneth “anxiety and brain fog” Paltrow
All dutifully carrying out their new roles as “malevolent menopause’s” latest victims.
Menopause Is a Malady of Being Underf**ked
Another thing I noticed about the underf**ked orcs is that they weren’t even curious about what I was doing differently.
Why is it that I’m orgasming my way through menopause, symptom-free?
Not one of these women were even open to the idea that this could be done differently—although there may have been many silent defectors.
Instead, they are outraged that I’m not following the menopausal death sentence instructions.
Which can ONLY mean that they themselves have doubts.
Deep down.
They are so provoked by me being hot and sexy and able to live in a female body, that they rail against it.
The reality is, and I say this unequivocally that:
Menopause is a malady of being underf**ked.
I cannot say this more clearly or definitively.
100% THIS IS WHAT IT IS.
The symptoms are identical:
- Whiny, miserable, irritable behavior
- Depression
- Weight gain
- Road rage, yelling at shop clerks
- All manner of reproductive ailments—ALL of which are caused by STUCK SEXUAL ENERGY
I.e. being radically underf**ked.
Because most people have never had anything resembling life-changing sex, they can’t even comprehend that being sexually connected and fulfilled would have such a major impact on their health and well-being.
They’re jerking off to porn, having three-minute sexual encounters and paltry clitoral orgasms with their vibrators.
They have no idea.
And so they remain perpetually underf**ked.
And FULL of the symptoms of it.
Like torturous menopause.
Meno-what?
So.
If you want to see what all the fuss was about and how I took down the crowd of underf**ked orcs, with one hand tied behind my back, I’ll pop some links into the show notes for the Instagram posts.
You can also check out the Meno-what highlight on my Insta account for a collection of meno wisdom.
AND… I’ve started a new Substack called Psychedelic Menopause.
I have A LOT to say on this topic and I’m happy to show women a different path of what these years can look like for them.
Especially now that the allopathic forces have taken aim at younger women—even in their late 20s—to scare them into following the script of terrified and underf**ked aging.
Nah.
You can do it like me.
When you are well-fucked, this imbues you with an IDGAF energy and you’ll stand your ground anywhere, with anyone.
One more thing I want to address.
When you are well-fucked, it imbues you with a courage, an accurately-directed ferocity when needed, and an I DON’T GIVE A FUCK energy that enables you to stand your ground anywhere, at any time, with anyone.
Even if they are hiding behind the pseudo-authority of their quack-whore lab coats and factory-farmed orc armies, it doesn’t matter.
You bitch slap those whiners one-by-one or cabal-by-cabal, because the only thing that matters is your truth.
Being well-fucked gives you massive CONFIDENCE to express it all over the place.
Your mission, your message—it all comes tumbling out of you with wit and creativity and inspiration.
And “don’t give a fuck” energy.
Because when you give all your fucks to where they belong— in bed—then you have no fucks left to give.
I have a new salon coming out, which will be released in the coming months called Psychedelic Menopause.
The goal is to inspire and educate women, showing them exactly how it’s done where you can gallivant and orgasm your way through all of these years with nary a blip on the radar.
In the meantime, check out my new Substack Psychedelic Menopause where I’ll discuss—and dispel—“peri” and menopause. I’ll also showcase all things health, lifestyle, diet, exercise—everything that I’ve done over the decades and continue to do for optimum health.
I do believe lifestyle habits support the process, but I still stand by the idea that the core factor in gliding through these transitions comes from generating your own reproductive hormones.
How does this not make sense?
If they’re the so-called problem—whether it’s called an imbalance or deficiency of whatever—we generate the most powerful reproductive hormones through sexual activity and extended, frequent, deep and satisfying sexual activity.
How is that not the most obvious solution?
Of course it’s self-administered and thus free and so will be ignored by the establishment, but there it is all the same.
When you know you know.
And now you know.
