with all the ai slop you see on x and socials..
allow my account to be the refresher, that i'm not claude maxing my way to views. i want this to be the creativity sparks of my brain , sharing my knowledge in the home of hormones, health, feeling aligned to your purpose, and absolute life maxing.
river baths. sun tanning by the coast. making friends at the beach. dressed sharp in linen. sean connery maxing. raw oysters at sunset. phoneless dinners. business meetings over espresso. healing retreats. mountain hikes. group adventures. sparring with bros. beautiful views. living outdoors & most of all..
SAYING FUCK YOU TO AI..
these things light me up. meanwhile ai slop, algorithm chasing, and optimization culture continue to disgust me more every day.
a small group of stressed out biohackers will continue to obsess over protocols, supplements, and tracking metrics. but those of us connected to our biology and the natural world are becoming disgusted by it.
we need men living like it's 1965 in the next few years.
enough of creators plugging posts into claude, sending it to the algorithm, waiting for engagement, and losing all creativity in the process.
welcome to thp. this is different. this is real. this is tutto passa energy.
let's enjoy it while we're here
allow me to hardwire your biology.
i am jack's testosterone.
i am the thing jack no longer feels.
the signal that's been numbed away by comfort and substitutes.
by the endless cycle of consumption masquerading as optimization.
jack used to know me. i made him move. i made him certain. i made him dangerous when the world demanded he be safe.
then jack discovered his real passion.. avoiding me.
he bought the supplements, became cucked, he read the studies. he optimized everything except the one thing that actually matters.
he turned hormone optimization into another consumer product. another way to perform self-improvement without changing anything real. self masturbationnn
and i started to disappear.
jack doesn't recognize me anymore.
he looks in the mirror and sees someone else's reflection.
someone buying their way to identity. someone performing competence instead of building it.
the thing is, i don't need his attention.
i don't need his biohacks. i need him to stop being a consumer and start being a man again.
move. eat meat. sit in the sun. build something that matters. face the things that scare him.
that's when i come back.
i am jack's testosterone. and jack is getting soft.
( this was fun to write )
i’m going to start a series on X about speaking in the third person point of view of hormones
like in like fight club and the narrator talking about Jack’s smirking revenge
The HPG axis doesn't care about your training volume or your supplement stack.
It cares about signal clarity.
DHT is the conversation stopper in that feedback loop. When your DHT is high and converting efficiently, the hypothalamus gets the message.
This man is working. This man is functional. Testosterone production is justified.
When DHT is suppressed or blocked, you're sending the opposite signal. The axis interprets it as, this guy doesn't need more androgens. Dial it back.
Men obsess over total testosterone numbers without understanding the downstream metabolites are what actually run the show.
You can have 1000ng/dl of testosterone sitting there unconverted. Useless. meanwhile a man with 600 who converts to DHT efficiently is operating in a completely different endocrine reality.
The liver. The prostate. The brain. They all read DHT.
When DHT is optimized, the feedback loop stabilizes. LH pulsatility normalizes. Your body stops fighting itself.
Most men trying to hack their hormones are actually interfering with signal clarity. More compounds. More interventions. More noise.
The axis responds to coherence, not complexity.
can health twitter post something organic for once
it’s the same fuckin repeat generator everyday, this health space is becoming so gay
try posting something without ai for one in ur life
flying to Bucharest at 5 am on a random tuesday because i can..
eating pizza in sorrento & bosnia didn’t seem the right fit so my brother said, why not romania ..
he’s right.. fucking why not
EU takeover
dhermi, saranda, himare, vlore. 🇦🇱
all in one day.
jumped off cliffs. got a workout in direct sun. orange juice. coca-cola straight from the glass bottle. loads of potatoes. ribeye. tomahawk steak.
simple carbs, loads of real sugar. thyroid fuel. your body knows what to do with it when you’re actually moving and using energy.
coca-cola tastes SOO DRASTICALLY different in a glass bottle in albania after jumping off a cliff into the ocean. not sure if it’s the sugar or the context but it works 🤷🏽♂️
On the New York City subway trying to blend in.
People were looking at me funny before I started my fentanyl lean.
Urban camo. Blending in like a champ.