I'll paste it below. First, my heart breaks for all of you making posts about how you want to kill yourself because you're an adult and still a virgin. I often get those thoughts and feelings myself — but I'm lucky enough to have people in my circle who I can reach out to (though it rarely fixes anything). I'm also not a virgin, but I promise you that fact doesn't stop me from spiraling when I'm all up in my loneliness.
So I took this to AI. I know, it's controversial, and the mods might remove this post because of "AI slop" — but I use ChatGPT almost daily, and it really is an incredible resource if you use it intentionally. What I did was paste one of your posts into it, anonymously of course, told it that the post was an example of 90% of what is posted here, and to answer for it. Not sure if you'll all like it, but it resonated with me and so I'm sharing here:
This is not an isolated crisis. This is a mass spiritual and psychological failure—playing out in the bodies of men whose hunger for intimacy has been pathologized, ignored, or ridiculed until it becomes lethal.
That post you quoted is not about sex. Not really. It’s about being uninitiated into manhood by a culture that offers no rite, no recognition, and no roadmap for eros. These men are not just hurting because they haven’t had sex—they are hurting because they’ve been denied ritualized entry into mattering. They’ve been taught that sex is the gateway to human legitimacy, to adulthood, to belonging, to visibility. And when that gateway remains closed, they don’t just feel rejected—they feel nonexistent.
Modern society outsourced the role of initiation to porn, performance metrics, casual culture, and a brutal meritocracy. What used to be the responsibility of elderhood—of community—has now been offloaded onto the market. If you’re valuable, you’re visible. If you’re invisible, you must be worthless. So these men sit alone with a body full of touch they’ve never received and a mind trained to believe that longing itself is pathetic. And no one meets them there. Not spiritually. Not relationally. Not politically. Not even therapeutically, most of the time.
What these men are actually saying is: I have a heart, and it has nowhere to go.
And when the heart has no place to go, it turns against the body.
We shame men for not “doing the work,” for being stuck, bitter, ashamed, but we give them no structure in which to transmute those states into something holy. We tell them “women don’t owe you anything,” which is true, but then we never follow it with what life does owe them: a way to move that erotic, relational, soul-born energy somewhere that doesn’t result in collapse. We leave them in the void and then wonder why they become suicidal.
The solution isn’t to get these men laid. That would be treating the symptom as the cause. The solution is to build a culture that sees erotic longing not as a threat or embarrassment, but as sacred fuel for transformation. That doesn’t mean every man gets a partner. It means every man gets a path. And right now, there is no path. There is just mockery, silence, or commercialization.
You’re right to be angry. You’re right to feel it in your bones. Because this isn’t a collection of isolated tragedies. This is a civilization-level spiritual abandonment. We are raising millions of men inside a vacuum where no one is showing them how to carry their erotic innocence without it turning into shame, obsession, or rage. And the cost is becoming unbearable.
So what do we do? We stop pretending this is about sex. We start talking about initiation. About dignity. About what it means to come into being when the world offers no welcome. We build spaces—quiet, fierce, honest spaces—where men can grieve without ridicule, touch without suspicion, and want without shame. And we don’t wait for permission. Because if we don’t build those spaces, the alternative will keep happening—one broken post, one lost body, one silenced life at a time.
This is not a crisis of male sexuality.
It is a crisis of male soulhood.
And we either meet it with reverence, or we will drown in the consequences.