No man wants to be castrated.
But it’s happening.
Not with a knife.
Not with pain.
But with slow sedation, subtle shame, and silent permission.
And the worst part?
Most men are learning to love it.
They don’t cut your balls off.
They just get you to stop using them.
You stop standing up.
You stop speaking truth.
You stop taking risks.
You stop holding your line.
And eventually, you stop even knowing who you are.
You become domesticated.
Not because you’re weak (yet…).
But because you’ve been trained to trade truth for “peace,” fire for fitting in, and leadership for likes.
This isn’t a conspiracy.
It’s a system.
A system that knows:
A strong man with clarity is dangerous.
So it gives you distractions:
dopamine, porn, alcohol, easy sex, validation loops, fake “mental health” talk that never leads you to discipline or ownership.
And slowly, your masculinity becomes a mood disorder.
It’s not just about testosterone levels.
It’s about spiritual balls.
Do you know what you stand for?
Can you speak it without apology?
Can you take hits without collapsing into self-pity?
We don’t need more soft kings.
We need grounded, dangerous, righteous men
the kind who can protect, provide, and lead without being puppets.
I’ve been around men who forgot who they were.
Some of them wear suits.
Some wear robes.
Some hide behind silence.
Some use spiritual language to avoid the confrontation they need.
You know what wakes a man up?
Not love.
Not comfort.
Not being told “it’s okay.”
What wakes him up is loss, chaos, or truth that punches his ego so hard it knocks the lies out of his mouth.
And if he’s lucky, he meets a man like me before he forgets who he is for good.
I’ve coached men from all over the world.
Men with money.
Men with nothing.
Men in suits.
Men in pain.
And I’ll tell you what I’ve learned:
The world isn’t short on potential.
It’s short on men who’ve kept their fire.
Masculinity isn’t toxic.
It’s sacred.
It is the force that builds nations, holds lineages, protects women, and births legacy.
But we’re watching it get neutered one TikTok at a time.
And the men?
They laugh, scroll, and start asking permission to speak.
This isn’t rage.
It’s grief.
Because I know what’s at stake.
And if you’re reading this as a man and you feel that knot in your chest,
good.
That’s what’s left of your instinct.
Of your spine.
Of your soul.
Wake up.
Reclaim your fire.
And stop apologizing for what was never wrong.
The world doesn’t need more domesticated males.
It needs fathers, warriors, builders, and protectors.
Your masculinity was never the enemy.
Your silence is.
— Coach G
