The Private Man has completed his journey. 9:27pm April 3rd 2017 The Private Woman heart is broken.
— The Private Man (@man_private) April 4, 2017
It’s official. Another one’s journey is at its end.
The Private Man was one of the older figures in the sphere and I don’t mean by his age. He’s been in the manosphere since the beginning. Since at least February 2011. Almost over a year after I had first started reading (though no doubt he had been reading for some time himself). Since then, he was a constant fixture in the manosphere. Many blogs came and went. Many men came and went. He was always there. Often times he was the first light a lost soul might happen upon, before embarking upon the journey we now call “taking the red pill”.
Everything changed for him in September 2013, when he found out he had cancer. He later even gave it a dedicated page. A long while later, it appeared that he had gone into remission.
Then it went terminal. He held a going away party and that was the last I heard of him.
While I knew of him, and read his blog a lot in the early years, I never spoke to the man in person. I never truly knew him, though several of my friends did. Because of this, I can’t truly do him justice in this obituary.
A small conversation between my mentor and I will have to do:
Me: Also, bad timing I know, but send up a final prayer for Andrew (aka The Private Man)
Mentor: What happened?
Oh shit.
Me: Yep. It was finally his time.
Makes me feel kinda old, to have been part of the manosphere long enough that former contributors are passing through the pearly gates.
And at the same time, a little lonely.
Mentor: Amen.
Me: I forget, often, how far I’ve come socially, and how huge a help the manosphere’s been, simply for being there. Because I knew I wasn’t just crazy. I wasn’t the only one.
Mentor: Exactly.
Me: And after enough time, it almost felt like an extended family.
Mentor: Ditto
Me: Even though my family’s a tight-nit group, I was still the odd one out. The oddball. And I never really fit in anywhere else in my life except briefly in highschool when I played rugby.
In the manosphere, I was just one of the guys. I belonged somewhere.
Home at last.
Mentor: Agreed 100%
I’ll close with this:
For all the ‘sphere’s faults, now and since it began, imagine living (once more) without it.
Me: Perish the thought!
Mentor: Exactly.
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~Wald