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I Guess All World War Two Generation Males Must Be Toxic

My father wasn’t really an alpha but he thought he was like so many other men. He also wasn’t that extroverted but he thought he was once again like so many other introverts. He had problems speaking on the phone for Chrissake, often collapsing into pathetically amusing stutters. I’m not sure I ever saw him speak to a group. I doubt if he would do well.

He was a teacher though, and I once saw him teach a class. A very good female friend of mine was a student in one of his classes at the college I attended in the day and he taught at night. One night I attended one of his classes. There he was, swimming freely in his own element, quite at home and very pleasant and even stunning to behold. As is so often the case, he was a completely different person roaming about at the head of his class than he was away from the blackboard. He was actually charming up there. He was nothing like that at home. You would have thought they had switched him out.

He was a beta introvert, an intellectual who even at the end of his life was inhaling a book a day. He wore glasses. He taught school. He was a prig with Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder. You get the picture.

Yet my father very much valued masculinity as a concept. I once asked my mother why she didn’t call him on some particular aspect of his behavior.

“Oh…” she whispered. “I’m afraid he would see it as an attack on his masculinity and I would never do that to him.”

She would never attack his masculinity. Incredible. Can you imagine a woman of my generation (Baby boomers) ever saying she would not dare attacking her man’s masculinity? What ever happened to later generations of women? Didn’t they get the memo? Actually, I am afraid that what happened was a brain toxin called feminism.

My father despised gay men and mostly saw them as incomprehensible freaks if not mentally ill unfortunates to be pitied at best.

He hated his long hair more than anything else. My father felt that long hair on men was effeminate. As a boy, his mother had grown his hair long and even dressed him up in dresses around the house. At some point as a young boy, he rebelled against this nonsense and demanded to be treated like a man.

He later demanded that his formal first name be reduced to the more macho sounding nickname. He was quite proud of this form of rebellion against the strictures of imposed familial culture.

He took macho jobs in the summer working at Yosemite National Park, where he met my mother, or even working in supermarkets. I remember once visiting a supermarket and there was my bespectacled schoolteacher father, tossing and catching watermelons like they were tennis balls.

When my mother first went to work in 1980, my father objected. He was raised that a good man should not allow his wife to work. If your wife worked, that meant you were a failure as a man because you were failing to earn enough money to support your family. Your wife taking a job was a form of emasculation.

As you can see, my father took great importance in masculinity, as did many men of his generation. However, the Cultural Left seems to deny that things like masculinity and femininity even exist, God forbid that they may be essentialized by Nature.


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Masculinity Studies, Yet another Abomination of the Cultural Left

The Cultural Left can’t even agree if masculinity exists or not. On the one hand, it is another one of these “constructed categories” that exist only in minds and not in realis. On the other hand, it exists, but it is evil, referred to as always “toxic” and in need of eradication along with those wicked other constructed qualities like race and gender, which also exist only mentally and ephemerally and not materially.

And even if it does exist, masculinity is apparently evil. All masculinity is “toxic masculinity.” There’s no other kind.

The war on masculinity is led of course by the feminists, who have always hated the masculinity and sexuality of normal heterosexual men. That masculinity exists at all indicates that it is oppressive. In fact, these things cannot exist at all without being oppressive.

It’s little remarked that the gays also wage war on masculinity, a concept along with gender that they despise. Of course gay men hate gender – most of them are men who act like women! And of course they hate masculinity – because so many of them are men who are very unmasculine. The very concept of masculinity at all would seen to be homophobic, and gays online routinely refer to masculinity as toxic.

The fact that masculinity or its caricature at least exists in spades on gay culture would seem to be lost on them. Who are these tops anyway? What’s a bear? What’s with these hard-looking stern-faced leathermen with other men on leashes. More cognitive dissonance or in this case cognitive blindness.

You would think that lesbians who typically act masculine like men would take up the banner of masculinity, but they just don’t. In fact, to suggest that lesbians are masculine is heresy – it is considered to be de facto homophobic and hate speech.

In this case as in so many others with the Cultural Left, truth becomes vicious insult on account of its revelations being unpalatable. The Cultural Left believes that if truths are ugly, then this means that they are not true! An interesting form of philosophy to say the least.

Our universities now have entire fields of studies devoted to “Masculinities.” There are even journals about these manly things, which are always bizarrely pluralized. At first I thought they were onto something as I have a bit of a hard-on for masculinity myself, at least in my own mind and self-image. I’d love to see some real scholarship on the concept of masculinity and how it manifests in the individual and society across classes, races and cultures.

I dipped into it and was quite disappointed. Everyone writing in “Masculinity Studies” is either an insane feminist or a gay man. The entire field is devoted to waging war on the very concept of masculinity and sees its very existence as permanently pathological.


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Germs, The Other Newest One

I feel your body’s close to mine
I hear your breath and mine in time
I know I’m nothing but it’s you that I need
I touch your skin and it starts to feed

You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash

My eyes meet yours in secret glance
Our bodies locked in ancient stance
You whisper something and I know it’s good
You’re acting crazy just like I knew you would

You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash

Embracing my life between your thighs
We will perform in the deadly skies
Reducing my mind to endless nights
You send my dreams to their demise
Realized by your last breath …

I take your hair in to my hands
I pull it tight to fit your demands
Feel my body into yours
I Know it’s right cause that’s my soul you stir

You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash
You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash
You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another crash
You’re not the first you’re not the last
Another day another CATCH

In case you are wondering, this is about a homosexual love affair Darby had with another boy at the Hollywood Arts Free School he went to. But no matter. Naked Lunch is a great book, and Death in Venice will never be matched. Art does not abide our petty preferences. This higher calling is meant to transcend your petty prejudices. Art’s not about right and wrong. It’s about beauty, even when it’s ugly as sin.

God, I love this music. Very, very hardcore punk rock from the bowels of Los Angeles late 70’s to 1980. It’s so vicious it’s almost evil, but that’s why it’s great. Anyway I’m a bit of a Germ myself, infecting the bowels of this decaying nation.

I’m certainly contagious, good and bad. Just ask some of my exes.

No wait.

I saw these Germs maniacs in concert once at the Hong Kong Cafe. We got there and there were these angry punkers throwing bottles against the outside of the building. They glared at us, and we looked at them like, Hey not us, guys. We got inside, and we knew some of the local maniacs in there.

Diane Chin of the Alleycats was there. She really liked me one night, but she gave me 10 seconds to make a move. I didn’t do it, so she treated me like dog crap under her shoe for the rest of the night. I looked up at her wailing away on the stage. She seemed to be glaring at me. Apparently I just failed Shit Test 1, and there wasn’t going to be another.

Some of these psychobitches give you one damn chance. You need to move on them very aggressively in 10 seconds or so. You need to walk right up to her, put your arm around her, and drag her  off with that look in your eyes that says you know you’re going to do this baby, no one can turn me down. Of course that violates #metoo 101. You just committed sexual assault, sexual harassment, and sexual misconduct, and if you play your cards very carefully, you commit rape later on that night if she’s willing.

These psychobitches actually want to be more or less raped by a brutish man. They want you to walk up to them, grab them, and start kissing them like they can’t say no. They want to be dragged off by their hair like the cavemen did. They want to be told what to do and ordered around. They want the confidence of Superman and the brooding danger of Marlon Brando. If you can’t measure up, you’re a pussy, and she wants to kill you.

She wore all leather, but that doesn’t mean much. Most punker chicks were submissives deep down inside, like all normal women.

Anyway there she was.

My friend points to her and says, “See that chick there? Diane Chai of the Alleycats?”


“She’s nuts!”

I look over at her.

“Yes, I can see that.”

“When she does her slamdancing thing…”


“That chick! She…actually…breaks…tables!” His eyes are falling out of his head.

Well I knew she was a psychobitch, and now that was confirmed. I made a mental note not to impersonate any tables that night.

My friend’s sister was there along with her best friend, a perpetually scowling punker chick with leather and frizzy hair. You would think she was a dyke looking at her, but no way. She softened up and went submissive if I tried to talk to her. That means, “I like cock.” Dykes don’t to that. Dykes send in reinforcements when you try to talk to them, unless you’re gay, in which case they might like you and treat you like their little boy pet.

I went to the bathroom. There was the great Darby Crash, lead singer of the Germs! Famous! Sort of. A complete maniac! No really, read a biography. He’s all dressed in leather like a street tough. He’s got this sneering snarl that’s rather appealing if you’re a mountain lion. I’m washing up. He sees me and smiles/sneers whatever. It’s not exactly unfriendly. He’s just saying Fuck the World, and he hopes you agree. He looks like he’s  going to bust out laughing. His life was a bad joke, so he probably should have.

“Got any Tuuuuuuuuuinalssss?” He asks me with the not unfriendly James Dean sneer, a smiling laugh waiting to bust out and blow up the room.

His voice is is faggier than the Castro. He’s making limp wrist gestures. This dangerous maniac is actually a flaming faggot! What the Hell, man? The leather, the homicidal look, the deranged masculinity of a caged animal, and wrap it up with a mincing queen. It’s not even a product. It’s an April Fools Joke. Nothing about it even makes sense.

He’s asking me for Tuinols. Those are downers, barbiturates. Also called Blues. Popular back then.

Take one, and it’s like drinking a six pack.

Drink on them and you might die. Get behind a wheel, and all bets are off.

Give one to a chick, and she’ll turn into a half-conscious slavering nympho who won’t remember a thing in the morning. These pills do have their uses, you know? Girls liked to take them so they could have slutty irresponsible sex with the excuse that they were too wasted to be responsible, with the added benefit of being amnestic the next morning. Who knows what the truth is?

The thing is probably just a confession booth in a capsule. “I now absolve you of all responsiblity!” A blue excuse.

Well, I dealt drugs of course. I did for many years. And never got caught. Neener neener cops. I never sold pills though. Those are dirty and ugly. Sell them to some idiot, and he crashes into a bicyclist at night. You’re on the hook for felony murder and a guilty conscience til death no bottle can wash away.

“Nope, sorry,” I said. “Tuinal cigarettes. All I have are Tuinol cigarettes.” Well there’s no such thing. That’s an assholey thing to say, but then, Darby was an asshole, so it was probably appropriate.

“Tuinol cigarettes!?” he scoffs, realizing it’s a stupid joke. Part of him wants to hit me, and the other part wants to bust out laughing.

He starts sneering, and bursting out laughing in outrage, snarling out the door holding back the laughter.

I decided that I sort of like the guy, and now I just met a famous and very dangerous punk rock musician.

We go back to the club and buy Heinekens. My friend’s sister goes submissive, crumbles when I say hi. All the evil in her wrings out like a sponge. Now she’s a ragdoll, waiting to be taken. I get it. She wants to be raped too. All these scary punker bitches do. They’re all little girls at the end of the day.

Rape!? Well. Consensual rape. Let’s put it that way. You know, the way most mammals do it?

All you have to go is grab her like a maniac. And no, you don’t ask permission, you #metoo boneheads. Asking permission is pussy. It’s fail. A man doesn’t ask permission for anything. He takes what he wants, caveman-style.

I’m too chicken, so it’s a fail. Been listening to too many feminists. The only way to seduce her would be very roughly anyway, and that violates sexual misconduct, sexual harassment, and assault right there, with (consensual) rape later on if you get lucky. I’ve turned pussy. It’s all the fault of feminists and paying too much attention to my mother. About certain things, a man should never really listen to his mother. Listen to his father? Maybe.

The first show is Joanna Went. Apparently she’s actively psychotic or something. Her act is some sort of a schizophrenic breakdown on stage. I’m wondering if she’s really crazy or just a maniac like all the rest of these animals.

“Catatooooonic!…………Schizophreeeeenic!……..” She wails at no one and nothing. Her eyes look crazed. She’s got football player shoulder pads on like a circus freak. On a chick with pink hair. Well. That’s weird. Partway in, she starts ripping at the pads. The pads come open. They’re filled with shredded cheddar cheese! That makes perfect sense!

She’s grabbing handfuls of the cheese and throwing it out into the audience, wailing like a crazy woman the whole time. The maniacs in the audience are picking up handfuls of cheese and throwing it everywhere. Pretty soon the whole audience is caught in an actual blizzard of cheese. Like zero visibility. We are all covered with cheese. We’re pissed off, so we reach down and grab handfuls of cheese and start throwing them at Joanna. Hard. As hard as possible. That bitch. She threw cheese at us! For some reason, she likes this and smiles. She wants you to hate her. She’s trying to piss you off. It’s Duchamp and Man Ray, half a century too late. Dada, get it?

This nonsense is called Performance Art. I am not sure what the artistic statement is. Apparently that she’s crazy, we’re all crazy, and the rest of the world is nuts too. I think she could have said that without creating cheese blizzard, but it’s ok. Now I have another cool story to brag about.

The Germs come out.

There’s an air of menace in the club. It’s scary, you might get hurt. But that’s exhilarating too. Like war. The rush of impending potential violence. You’re on edge, but you’ve never been so excited.

The drummer is Don Bolles. He looks like a maniac.

The guitarist is Pat Smear. He looks like he’s criminally insane.

The bass player is this hot blond reform school runaway chick. She looks dangerous too.

Hell, they’re all dangerous. So’s the audience. That’s the general idea here. After a while, the dangerousness infects you, and you start getting antisocial yourself. I’m starting to feel pissed off. I guess that was the plan.

The band careens off into their set. This is some of the most terrifying music I’ve heard. Pure savage wailing raw animal menace. Perfect for a predatory animals like us. Apex predators. We forget that too often. We can kill everything else.

I’ve got nothing to be mad about, but I hate the world anyway. I’m not sure what the problem is, or if it’s even a problem. I want to hate the world, so maybe it’s adaptive. But why? I’m probably just not getting laid enough. But even if I was getting laid, I’d still be pissed off. I was 23 years old.

And now I’m gonna be 22!
I said a…Hey hey!
And a boo hoo!

– Iggy Pop and the Stooges, 1970


Speed jive

Don’t want to stay alive
When you’re 25

– Mott the Hoople, All the Young Dudes, 1972

You get the picture. Young men don’t need a reason to be angry.

Look back in anger.

What are you rebelling against?…What do you got?

Who knows what causes this aimless and meaningless anger of young men? It’s probably all down to testosterone poisoning.

The set’s halfway over.

Darby Crash has that same wild sneer and the 5150 look. He looks like he needs to be Baker Acted, and soon. He’s crouched down on the stage like a wild animal. Like a tiger. Or lion. Same man-eating look.

Everybody is starting to hate him. That’s the idea. Why? He’s an asshole! Just look at him! He wants you to hate him, get it? It’s not even serious. It’s a band of provocateurs.

People are throwing stuff at the stage, mostly at Darby because he deserves it most. The more people throw stuff, the more he smiles, crouches lower and screams like a man-eating feline. I’m starting to hate him. He’s really pissing me off.

We have cokes full of ice. There’s only ice left. I am grabbing handfuls of crushed ice and throwing it this freak on stage. Hard! Try to him! Hit him!

But why?

Because he’s an asshole! Just look at him.

The more ice that gets thrown at him, the more he smiles. It’s all a bit sado-masochistic. But as long as I’m dom, it’s all good.

The show crashes on until it ends, a freeway pileup in the fog on a sound stage.

We stumble out of the building.

It’s New Years Eve, 1979. Tomorrow will be a whole new decade.

The 70’s are over. Bye bye Hotel California. Bye bye paradise. Call someplace paradise, kiss it goodbye.

Hello Germs. Hello Hell. Hello Other Newest One.

It’s the end, the end of the 70’s! It’s the end, the end of the century!

We lurch out of the building and into an alleyway. A crazed, drunken man stumbles into our path. He can’t even walk. He careens nearly into us and crashes to the ground. He picks himself up and looks back at us wildly. We stop. He has granny glasses. He fell on his face, and one lens is smashed. There’s blood all over his eye. It’s Clockwork Orange and Night of the Living Dead combined. Pure horrorshow, droogies.

Maybe he’s gone blind. Who knows?

It’s horrible. There’s blood pouring out of his eye socket. He puts one hand up to his bleeding eye and lurches off ahead of, fertilizing the dawn of the new decade crimson red in his path.

It’s a whole new decade. Things are getting scary. Reagan just won. Nothing makes sense. Everyone’s pissed off and, no one knows why. A new decade looms ahead, glowing ominously with pregnant danger.

We shake our heads at the horror and the spectacle.

A whole new decade has come crashing in filth and fury. We drive home in near silence on the freeway. After all we saw, there’s no words to add. The words are sucked out of us for a good hour. We still don’t quite believe it happened, and we are trying to take it all in.

And that was the night I saw the Germs.


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Cascada, “Because the Night”

More Electropop, this time out of Germany. Check out the statuesque Tuetonic blonde Nico type fronting the band.

This is actually a new musical movement called Eurodance. This did indeed come out of House and Techno DJ dance music of an earlier era, moreso than Electropop.

The original song is by Patti Smith, and it is excellent. I cannot recommend Patti Smith highly enough. She was one of the original punk rockers and she was actually a poet. Her music is real poetry set to music. She even shacked up with playright Sam Shephard for a while. She’s a bit butch, but she was always heterosexual. This is what I liked about the genderbending of the 1970’s. You could be an androgynous man like the guys in Mott the Hoople or Queen, Bowie’s band or the Dolls and still be 100% heterosexual. Mott were actually hyper-heterosexual, but a lot of people said they dressed like faggots.

Similarly, sure, Patti Smith is a bit butch for a woman, but she is ravenously heterosexual. Once again, in 70’s thinking, even fairly masculine women can be wildly heterosexual, and no one cares.

We are really getting away with this with the insane Cultural Left modern gay culture and the much more insane Trans Culture. We are getting back into essentializing gender again. I thought feminism was the opposite of that? The 1970’s were definitely the opposite of that. Gendered behavior was uprooted from sexual orientation. Men could be feminine. Chicks could be masculine. All without being faggots or dykes. Yay!

The crazy way we are now, most fairly feminine men have either gone over to gay somehow or are quite likely to be bisexual, often by preference and not biology. Worse, feminine behavior in men is seen as proof positive that you are a bit Tranny. There are even radical Trans activists who insist that all gay people are really trans and they all need to come out and transition and get it over with. Gay Politics birthed its child, Trans Politics, and now the offspring is attacking the parents. Once again the Cultural Left keeps sprouting and watering the seeds of its own destruction. Sort of like, you know…capitalism? Cue Marx.

Masculine women who would have been straight in the 1970s are now almost all lez or bi if not out and out transmen as gender has once again been essentialized moronically by the Cultural Left. What is nuts that is that another Cultural Left wing, Feminism, has always hated the essentialization of gender. This hatred is the raison de etre or feminism itself. So the Cultural Left’s various factions promote their own contradictions (cue Marx again) and the contradictions go to war against each other, tearing the host asunder.

If a man is as feminine as Bowie or Marc Bolan or the Dolls nowadays, he’s nearly always gay or bisexual if not out and out trans. All of these men, if growing up nowadays, would have gone seriously bi if not gay and at least Bowie would probably be a damned transwoman by now.

Do you see how the modern Cultural Left has limited the options of men and women. Straight men and women are once again shoved into masculine and feminine boxes, and you step outside, that’s prima facie evidence that you’re not straight and probably not cis anymore.

Way to go Cultural Left! Thanks for bringing 1950’s gender roles back to straight people.



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The Big Fat Feminist Lie: Men Can Get Sex Anytime They Want, Just Like Women

Jason: Anyway, these idiots don’t have any real problems I bet. They’re not skinny or fat, disabled,, so why are they so uptight? Surely they can get chicks?

All feminists say this crap. All of them. No exceptions! One more reason why feminists are garbage, as if there weren’t enough already.

This is the feminist bullshit again. Both male and female feminists insist that any man can go out and get laid by a woman anytime he wants. All you have to do is try. There’s all this free sex out there for the taking.

Ok, if this is true, that men can get laid just as easily as women:

Why is there a whore market?

How is it that the average woman has only three sex partners in her entire life if women are such sluts that any man can go get laid by a woman any time he feels like it? Obviously women are not giving it up too much. Sounds like they are only giving it up to a few men in the context of marriages or long-term relationships.

More importantly, if men can get sex from a woman anytime they want, why is that the average man has only six sex partners in his life? If straight men could get laid by a woman anytime they wanted to, I assure you they would have a Hell of a lot more than six sex partners in their lives. More like 50. Or 300!

That’s the way it is for gay men. Gay men can supposedly pretty much get sex anytime they want. If this theory about straight men being able to get women anytime they want is true, then this means that straight women are just as slutty as gay men. Is that true? Gay men are the biggest whores on the planet. Is it true that straight women are just as slutty as gay men? Let’s test this insane feminist theory out with real science and raw facts, the terrain of hard reality where all feminist theory bites the dust of unreason.

Straight women, median number of sex partners: 3.

Straight men, median number of sex partners: 6

Gay men, median number of sex partners, 51.

Gay men, average number of sex partners in a lifetime (asked of elderly gay men), ~300.

Gay men have 300 sex partners in their lives, and straight women have three. Yet straight women are just as whorish and slutty as gay men. Right!

This argument never did make sense. Anyone knows that. If free sex was that easy to get, how many men would buy whores? The whore market would dry up just like that. The only reason a whore market exists at all is because women can get sex anytime they want to and men cannot. I have heard male feminist pussy cucks give all sorts of insane reasons why a whore market exists even though the sexual marketplace is identical for men and women. One argument is that men want perverted stuff and that’s why they buy whores.

And you can’t get perverted sex from women nowadays? I don’t know about younger women, but sex with older women nowadays is like something out of porn movie. Whatever you want to do, they are pretty much down for it except for some really crazy stuff. There’s no need to buy a whore for wild porn sex anymore. Regular women are perfectly willing to accomodate, or at least that’s my experience. It’s so crazy that at my age, they even compete with other women to try to outwhore each other. Before you even have the first date, they list their whole sexual repoirtoire, taking pains to note how they will do things that most other women won’t do, and how their skills in _______ fill in the blank are better than those of 99% of women.

Anyway, straight men are not very perverted. Most straight men have relatively normal sexual tastes. They’re not nearly as perverted as gay men, who win the gold for the Sexual Perversion Triathlon every time.

More importantly, why do feminists believe this idiocy in the first place? Feminist ideology is that males and females are completely equal, right? So therefore the sexual marketplace for women must be the same as the sexual marketplace for men. Once you start admitting that the sexual marketplaces differ markedly, you start opening up the scary possibility that maybe men and women are not so equal after all…that maybe they are very different, on an inborn biological level yet. And feminists have to keep that biological gender horse from busting down the barn door, so they keep the barn good and locked. No thought crimes allowed,  for fear of total theoretical collapse. Keep up the charade to save the theory. The very ideology of feminism is at stake! This is an important matter!


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Torture Sex – The Latest Deviant Sexual Culture Pushed by the Cultural Left Freakshow

Sexual sadists are the freaks that the Cultural Left loves so much in its love affair with hardcore BD/SM sex, which in its hardcore form I prefer to call Torture Sex because that’s what it is. The hardcore stuff, especially 24/7 total control scenarios that a lot of people get into, are really sick. There are many sadistic men into this scene who keep women as slaves, sometimes more than one. The women love being slaves and they get off on being treated like garbage, which is exactly how they are treated.

The men are called Doms or Daddies. The women describe themselves in debasing terms, calling themselves ugly, stupid, fat, worthless, garbage, animals, dumb, useless, etc. This is how these women literally describe themselves because that is exactly how low their self-esteem is. The Doms of course encourage this time of thinking. The male Dom/female Sub scene is fanatically misogynistic. Men are praised as the superior or only capable gender and women derided as inferior, worthless, useless, garbage, incompetent, failures, etc. It’s the sort of sexism that feminists have been railing against for years, yet here is a whole groovy sex culture that revels in this stuff.

There is another culture with Female Dominatrixes and male slaves and boy do they treat those slaves like crap. This is where a lot of your Internet scat videos come in.

If you have read this far, you can see that these sexual deviants are anything but healthy and that this culture violates many feminist principles, reveling in male superiority, female inferiority, misogyny, female self-hatred, and male sadism and mental and physical abuse of women. Of course the feminists hate all of these things, but if you put them all  together into a seven course meal and call it a sexual subculture, then it’s all well and groovy and we all need to take up this sicko deviant stuff tomorrow lest we miss out on the latest and greatest sex fad.

This shows you that the Cultural Left, like Marx’s capitalism, contains the seeds of its own destruction sown right into the very matrix of the system.

Feminists of course despise misogyny, male sexism and superiority, female self-hatred, and the psychological and physical abuse of women by men – to be opposed to these things is a core feminist principle.

However, there is a problem here, and that is that feminism is allied with the GLBTIABCXYZ sexual and gender freako culture. Gay men are very much into SM/BD, and its more common than you think among lesbians. Perhaps there is something about homosexuality, male and female, which makes a human perverse and deviant.

Because SM/BD is this glorious gay male thing, the feminists have had to cheer for it even though it goes against every one of their principles because of their alliance with gay men.

The Cultural Left is riven with these contradictions from top to bottom and this is one of the biggest problems in sustaining this freakshow – the fact that cognitive dissonance, contradiction, hypocrisy and rank irrationality are baked right into the crazy Cultural Left Rube Goldberg contraption from the start.


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The Problem with the Anti-Heels Movement for the Berlin Film Festival

In reference to this piece:

Archie Leach says: I don’t see anything wrong with this.

Most women I know actually hate wearing high heels and only wear them on occasions that “require” them wearing them.

Otherwise, at least the women I know, are like anyone else and wear shoes that are most comfortable.

First of all, I would like to say that I like Archie and I am proud that he is one of our commenters. This response is not meant to attack him. My response follows:

Do you have any idea how much feminists hate high heels? They hate high heels, they hate sexy outfits, a lot of them even hate makeup.

They are furious at the whole idea that women should dress up to please men. That’s what they ate.

I have talked to some women, older women, who were actually proud to say that they still wear heels in their 40’s and 50’s. That’s because these are women who like being sexy for men. Feminists consider women like this to be brainwashed.

Do you see the part where she says she wants women to avoid “the patriarchal gaze?” Do you know what that means? It’s feminist talk. Feminists go on and on about “the male gaze.” As soon as girls start looking like women as teenagers, they start being subjected to this horrible male gaze, which is apparently devastating to these fragile perma-virgin perma-victims. Feminists hate the fact that we look at women. They even consider it a form of sexual harassment, and some of the idiot #metoo charges are against men are against men who looked at women. We are not supposed to look at them at all, or if we do, we are supposedly to look at them in a nonsexual way, which is impossible for any real men who’s not dead or gay.

Next time a woman points to her face and says, “My face is up here” (a reference to the fact that you are looking at her tits like all real men do), respond, “If you don’t want me looking at your tits, baby, why don’t you quit walking around with your tits hanging out?” Because that’s what idiot modern Western feminist women do. They walk around with their tits hanging out and their cleavage showing, and then they get furious because we are looking at your tits like any healthy male mammal would. Feminism has ruined Western women and it’s made them all insane to boot.

I do agree though that women attending these festivals should not be pressured into wearing uncomfortable tight gowns and heels, and should not be seens as uptight prudes if they refuse to do so. That’s just wrong. Women attending these festivals can wear whatever they want. That’s fine with me.

Do you realize that feminists actually want to ban high heels from certain venues? I shit you not.

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American Hypersexed Culture An Illusion Propagated by Gay Hollywood

This comment was from a post I wrote noting that the median straight man has sex with six women in his lifetime, and the average straight woman has sex with only three men in her lifetime. Of course, this goes against the literally insane culture that all single straight men can just go out and get sex anytime they want.

Curiously (or perhaps not so curiously) this idiocy is promoted by feminists, especially male feminists, more than anyone else. I am not sure why, but feminism is simply Feminine Thinking Politicized (and Weaponized) or better yet the Feminine Character Politicized (and Weaponized).

Females, at least here in the modern West, are convinced that any single man can go out and get sex anytime they want to. I ask women about this, and they answer, “Well they could just go to a bar and they’re guaranteed to get a woman to have sex with them that night.” I try to tell them that this is not the case at all, and if were that easy to get laid in bars and clubs, men would spent all their time there, and society would come a halt, but it’s like talking to a wall. I don’t get through to them. They simply cannot comprehend it.

Let me tell you something. As noted above, if it were literally that easy to get laid in a bar or even a club, bars and clubs would be swarming with men every night and probably all day long too. In fact, I would probably be  writing this piece at a table at a bar myself, at 11 AM yet.

They think this way because of solipsism. Quite simply, females are solipsistic. Because of this solipsism, women are unable to put themselves in males minds and try to think like men or see the world as men do. This is why women see the world as a fantasy creation of the dream world of Feminine Character instead of how it actually is – a cold, cruel, unfair world where you barely stand a chance.

In this case, most women can  get laid anytime they want to. “By lowering your standards!” They retort. Of course that is true, but the average attractive woman could easily have her pick of 10-15 attractive men every day if she chose, at a minimum. Female humans, like other female animals, are notoriously fickle about their sexual partners and test them for fitness, choosing the best one who will pass on the best genes just like any other mammal, or even a bird or a fish for that matter. Females have been picky for a long way back in our heritage, all the way back to when we were frogs, if any of you can remember that far back.

Hence, due to female solipsism, if a woman can get laid anytime she wants, obviously a man can get laid any time he wants to because whatever is true for women is true for men and woman can only see the world as it is for women and not how it is for men.

Anyway this is a very interesting take only the Big Lie of the Reality of the Hypersexed Culture. What I mean is that the hypersexed culture exists, but not really in reality. Instead it exists as a fantasy world of the media and entertainment, and includes porn.

I believe the hypersexed culture is largely a media creation. The product of a media composed disproportionately of gay men writing about their own hyper promiscuous sex lives under the guise of heterosexual characters. TV has normal males in this culture confused under the delusion that all the other heterosexual men around them are getting random hookups with women in the exact same way the gays get it in the gay bars.

In The Myth of Heterosexual Aids by Fumento, besides his analysis of the particularly filthy, infectious nature of anal sex with gays both giving and receiving it up the ass. He also talks about the general nature of the heterosexual vs. gay lives and shows a statistic that the average straight man has 0.85 sex partners per year vs. 60 for the gays. That’s between 1 and 0 meaning most men are either monogamous in some sort of relationship, or blue balled. Any player types can’t be very common, or the number would be over one rather that under. Only in the faked-out media are there all these girls looking for random sex with strangers. The only ones that do are getting paid for it, or it’s a man in women’s clothes trying to trick men into a Crying Game moment.

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Solipsism Is a Core Aspect of Female Nature

One uncomfortable fact of life that any halfway wise and honest man who can hear and see figures out at some point in life (I didn’t figure this out until I was in my 50’s) is that females are naturally solipsistic. It’s their basic nature. The more you hang around with women and especially if you get into close and intimate relationships with them (and  the more the better) the more this becomes so starkly apparent that it is almost impossible to deny it. The only way you can deny it is by lying to yourself.

In other words, women, like most of us flawed humans, are all wrapped up in themselves most of the time. But then men, like most of us flawed humans, are all wrapped up in themselves too. Mother Theresas are like four leaf clovers.

The youngest ones of course are the worst of all. This starts around age 16 and certainly by 17 when a female finally recognizes herself as a sexual object for men (which she literally is no matter how much feminists complain). Hence the endless poses, standing in front of the mirror and now endless photos of themselves and even videos of themselves, often with all sorts of posing, the makeup, the outfits, etc.

All of this feeds the histrionic and solipsistic nature of the female to make herself up as a sex object for men who plays all sorts of roles. Hence the constant changes in hair color, style, makeup, clothing, etc.  – these can all be seen as constantly changing roles that women play in their sexual persona – which is frankly directed more at other women (presumably competitors?) than at men. Women have told me that women dress up, wear makeup, and change their outfits and hair all the time to impress other women, not impress men.

“Women dress up for other women. It’s to impress other women,” a particularly perceptive 43 year old blonde divorcee told me several years ago while openly flirting with me over a coffee at a Starbucks. “Men will fuck anything,” she told me, “There’s no need to pretty yourself up for men.”

That solipsism is an essential trait of the Female Character should not be taken as an insult. As in most things, the Female Character has a masculine corollary in the Masculine Character. Hence on the metric of selfishness (and all humans are selfish no matter what  you think, and necessarily so) the layout looks like this:

Character                  Masculine     Feminine


Self-centeredness    narcissism    solipsism

Men are naturally narcissistic, and woman are naturally solipsistic. Pick your poison. We are dealing with basically selfish humans here, and humans are flawed by nature from birth itself.

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The Problem with Gay Men Is Not That They Are Gay; The Problem Is That They Are Men!

Perfectpanicky writes: “Gay men always do this, never take no for an answer, and this is why I generally refuse to deal with them anymore.”

A lot of people feel this way about STRAIGHT men….

Hi Angel. I think you are onto something here. I doubt if this is so much a gay man’s trait as it is a man’s trait in general. This is just men being men. They never stop trying to have sex with you. Gay men like men, so I guess gay men never stop trying to have sex with men and never take no for an answer. Straight men like women, so they never stop trying to have sex with women and never take no for an answer.

There’s nothing inherently wrong with gay men in this regard except that gay men are just MEN. They really are men. They are not women in men’s bodies. So many gay men act feminine so we think they are women in men’s bodies (and many tranny idiots are starting to insist that this is the case), but one thing you learn if you hang around gay men a lot is that most of these guys REALLY ARE MEN in some very important ways.

And we see here that both straight women and straight men are aggrieved at the annoying persistance of MEN PERIOD both gay and straight .

I remember complaining on boards about working in Beverly Hills and being surrounded by aggressive homosexuals back in the day. I was 24 at the time and apparently at the peak of my looks if others reactions are anything to go by. I never got any offers to be a male model except that three different times when I was exactly 24 when I got three different offers. I was also very thin: 5’11, 150. Do they like male models thin? Anyway, I practically have to pay anyone, male or female, to check me out these day after my looks got MOAB’d.

But back then it was quite another world. I had women and even teenage girls checking me out all the time. I picked up women walking right down the sidewalk in the middle of the day and stopped their cars at midnight on Saturday nite to pick them up at night. And of course I had gay men after me all the time. I would walk down the street in Beverly Hills and one gay man after another would drive by, rubbernecking me. It gave me the shivers. Every day right after 5 PM when I got off work, there was a leatherman waiting about 75 yards from my building. He watched me the whole time I was walking to my car. He creeped me out. I used to go to the window at 4:50 to look out the window and see if he was there. Every time I looked out that window, he was looking right up at my window. I always shivered and a wave of panic ran through me.

I told women about this and instead of screaming at me and calling me homophobe, many just said, “Now you know how we women feel!”

So this is what #metoo is all about. It’s not men being weird or bad or evil or misogynistic or unnaturally creepy and yucky. #Metoo is about men being men! About men being unfortunately, sadly, tragically, lamentably, men.

And this is why #metoo will fail as with all other such idiotic but well-meaning measures. #Metoo is trying to stop men from being men! Not going to work! Remember Mother Nature is always right and not only that but She bats last and you can’t fool her. You just end up having insipid and interminable wars against the resigned intransigence of Human Nature. If you have a society full of men, #metoo is a fool’s errand, sand against the tide, bailing out a leaking vessel. Knock yourselves out, but don’t expect anything to come from it. On the other hand, if you have a society full of males who all go along with #metoo, you may well have a society full of males but you sure don’t have a society full of men, and this applies to the gay men too, for they are as tragically manly in this regard also.

And so in this sense, the problem here with gay men is not that they are men but that they are men in the first place!


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