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The Likable Homophobe: Are You One, and What Do You Tell People When You Choose Not to Spend Time with a Someone Because of Their Homosexuality?

Answered on Quora:

I believe that almost all straight men are homophobic on a certain level – and that level is that they hate homosexuality and especially the idea of doing it themselves. Dirty little secret – most straight men are completely straight in part because they think that engaging in homosexual acts is the worst thing on Earth, and this is why they don’t engage in them.

There is a problem when you say that engaging in homosexual acts is just fine. Now the question comes up, “Well, why don’t you do it, then?” And the ugly truth is that most straight men find that idea so horrific that they would rather die than do that. A number of straight men have told me that they would rather take a bullet than engage in a homosexual act. That’s how severe the revulsion is.

Now the question becomes if we think this type of sex is the worst thing on Earth, how can we accept it in other people? This is a bind, but many straight men solve the bind by saying that gay men cannot help being gay, so it’s therefore immoral to hate them. Others somehow say that it’s the worst thing on Earth for them to do it, but it’s ok if those gay guys want to do it.

As you can see, it is difficult for straight men to reconcile their extreme revulsion for gay sex with somehow managing to accept biological gay men for what they are.

The source of a lot of homophobia is simply this rooted in this very revulsion. This seems more common than religious objections from guys I have known.

And it is a problem once you say gay sex is fine. I assure that once a lot of straight men say there’s nothing wrong with gay sex (as we are supposed to think nowadays) that you are going to see a lot more opportunistic and recreational bisexuality among basically straight men. And my anecdotal evidence is that we are seeing just that right now.

It’s a bind. On the one hand, the revulsion causes a lot of homophobia, but on the other hand, once you say there’s nothing wrong with it, I assure you that a lot more guys will start doing it. There’s bad outcomes either way in my opinion.

The likable homophobe would be someone whose homophobia is simply limited to a desire not to associate or deal with gay men. If that’s the total extent of your homophobia, I don’t see the problem. Nobody has to associate or deal with anyone. Our associations are our personal choice and in a free society, everyone has a moral right to associate with whoever they wish.

In fact, I do not associate or even deal much with gay men myself. I don’t hate what they do if they can’t help it. On the other hand, I have had a lifetime of bad experiences with gay men, and I simply do not wish to deal with them anymore. Can someone tell me why this is wrong?

However, I have supported gay rights for decades and even endured accusations of being gay for supporting gay rights. To this day, I support a lot of gay political causes, and I am on the mailing list for gay political organizations. And I do participate in a lot of their campaigns.

In summary, if the total extent of your homophobia is not wishing to associate with gay men, I would say your homophobia is basically nothing and that level of mild homophobia indeed qualifies as a “likable homophobe.”

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Masculinity and Gay Men: My, What a Tangled Web We Weave

Matt: I am not sure your assessment of homosexuals on the whole is accurate. Most gay guys are not insane ultra left cultural radicals, and most of them like to partner with guys they perceive of as masculine and to view themselves as masculine. To be fair, every gay guy I’ve ever met deviates from conventional masculinity in some way, even if only subtly. But they believe in it.

Blatantly effeminate gay guys complain constantly about being discriminated against by the “straight acting” gay guys whom they too desire. I wonder if the culturally leftist/radical gay guys are not similar to the stereotypical feminist, in that most of those they would desire as partners find them off-putting and unattractive, and they’re angry and frustrated about it.

Most gay men* are effeminate. I would estimate 70-75% of them are at least a little bit effeminate in a way that almost no straight men are. Most want a masc guy though. They hate masculinity, but they want to get fucked by a big mean Daddy bear.

Go on Queera, I mean Quora. They’re all Cultural Left types on there. Plus Gay Politics itself is Cultural Left to the extreme, and how many gays are not into gay politics? I know there are some, but how many? The ones on Quora hate masculinity and extoll effeminacy all the while denying that gay men are effeminate – the typical crazy talk of Gay Politics, almost nothing of which makes any sense at all.

Do most gay men see themselves as masculine? Very good question.

  • You realize that 75% of sissy boys in childhood grow up gay, right?
  • You realize that 7% of gay men identify as trans now, right?
  • You realize that a lot of gay men now identify as nonbinary, right?
  • You realize that 100% of genderqueer types and the 132 genders are homosexuals, right? There are no straight nonbinary people. No such thing.
  • You realize that gays have declared war on gender and have wanted to get rid of that concept from day one, right? I wonder why?
  • You realize they call themselves two-spirit people and the Third Sex, right? Gee I wonder what that means?

Yes, effeminate men do complain about discrimination and I have met gay men who told me, “I don’t like sissies,” and things like that.

However, you make a good point.

  • If they hate masculinity so much, why do they desire masculine partners (tops, basically)?
  • Why are there hordes of submissive sub gay men looking for a mean Daddy dom to put them in their place?
  • Why do so many gay men take pride in being straight-acting?. I have told a couple of gay guys recently, “Hey you’re pretty straight acting, you know that?” And they all thanked me when I said that.

*I don’t mind men who are biologically gay. However, any guy who is choosing to engage in that behavior as a lifestyle (and there are a lot), well, I just don’t approve. I can’t hate them because the Hate Databases in my head are full of more worthy opponents, but they sure are making a stupid decision. My attitude about men engaging in homosexuality by choice is, “What if everyone did that?” I had one friend who started doing that, and I kept associating with him for a bit, and then I got rid of him once and for all. If you want I can write a post on why a continuing friendship with that guy after he went full bisexual would have been a complete nightmare.

I don’t care that biologically gay men are effeminate. Maybe whatever caused the homosexuality is causing the effeminacy. Anyway, they enjoy acting this way. It seems to all be part of the Gay Syndrome.

However, other than that, I despise effeminate or even wimpy behavior in men. Of course I have been guilty of this a few times in my life, but those were mistakes I hope to have stopped doing. The very idea of me acting effeminate is awful and of me acting wimpy is disgusting, and anyone accusing me of effeminacy or even wimpiness just insulted me in a huge way. I live in the hood. Around here, you accuse a man of being gay or even acting gay and you might just get hit. People feel pretty strongly about that stuff around here.

 

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Masculinity As Performance Art

I think if gay men acted masculine, a lot more of us straight guys would like them, but on the other hand, it would be very hard to tell us from them, and I’m not sure that’s a good thing. I think a lot of what we don’t like about gay men is the non-masculine behavior. I would think that a hypermasculine gay man, even around these parts, might even be accepted as long as he shut up about his sexual orientation. He’d be “one of the boys,” albeit with some weird sex stuff going on, but I think a lot might forgive him.

Masculinity in the US is mostly about performance art anyway. It’s about walking the walk and talking the talk. You do that and you’re masculine, pretty much. If you are not masculine in some other way(s), they will blow it off as long as you do the display properly. Anyway, most men who go through the trouble of acting overtly masculine usually think of themselves as masculine and try to act that way in quite a few other ways too.

And in a sense, if you think you’re masculine, you’re masculine. I said that to my father once and he got very angry. I had another friend who derided guys who were “trying to be men.” But the whole concept is stupid. If you’re trying to be a man/masculine, then you are a man/masculine. That’s because masculinity is performance and if you are attempting the performance, you are no doubt performing it.

That’s because any man who thinks he’s masculine is going to act masculine, de facto. No one thinks they are masculine and then acts unmasculine. I’ve known quite a few unmasculine straight guys (some of whom were notorious womanizers) and they openly admitted that they were not masculine men. It tended to cause problems with their girlfriends too, of course.

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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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Poles and Holes Redux

Meg:

RL: “A hole only works with a pole, otherwise it’s like a hole in the ground, just sitting there being useless with nothing to fill it up waiting for you to trip over it.”

Is this how you view women?? 😂

As a woman though I feel this way a lot I don’t know if it’s a confidence thing or a society thing. Robert what do you think…?

Actually, I don’t view women that way. I don’t consider a vagina with no penis to put in it to be a useless object. On the other hand though, for gay men…

Believe it or not, I actually wrote that about gay male sexuality. Obviously a society of gay male bottoms ain’t going to work out very well. I doubt if there’s going to be much sex going on.

“A hole needs a pole, and a pole needs a hole” is actually a pretty good way of viewing heterosexual sexuality, especially from the point of view of the poles (the men). Men will literally fuck anything, and I do mean anything. This is the dirty little secret about men. It’s why straight men have sex with men, why men who have no interest in kids screw little girls, why men who have no interest in animals screw animals, etc. A lot of younger women can’t seem to figure this out, but most older women get it. If as a woman, you learn one thing about men in your life, it should be this at least: men will literally fuck anything. Until you understand that, you will never figure us out.

As far as a hole needs a pole, hmmm, a lot of women do like to get fucked though for whatever reason. There’s something special about that act even though it often doesn’t lead to orgasm (only 20-25% of women regularly orgasm from intercourse). Not being a woman and never being fucked, I don’t know what that is.

I am not sure what your statement means. Do you mean that you feel useless without a man?

Tell you what. I have talked to women of all ages all over the world for some time now and some of my best friends have been women (I mean we text back and forth all day long for months), and I keep running into this: the most important thing in any woman’s life is to get a man, to have a man in her life.

For many women, literally their entire lives revolve around getting a man, their relationships with men, etc. Some of these women had very bad experiences with men, and I wondered why getting a man or having a man was so damned important to them, but it was. I actually started thinking  that maybe this was some deeply ingrained thing in human females: the need to have a man. I asked the smartest woman on Earth (my Mom) about it, and she agreed with me that for many women, one of the most important aspects of their lives revolves around getting or having a man.  We talked a bit about why this is, but we couldn’t come up with an answer.

I doubt if it is confidence thing.

Like that hole in the ground is rather useless and even a hazard with nothing to fill it up, a woman is a bit of a loose wheel without a man or men. There’s something missing. There’s a void there. It’s not so much that you lack confidence to live without a man but more that without a man something basic is missing in your existence and you feel an empitness (recall the previous metaphor) and you need something to “fill the hole” in your life.

Relax. You’re normal!

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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?”

“Yeah?”

“She’s nuts!”

I look over at her.

“Yes, I can see that.”

“When she does her slamdancing thing…”

“Yeah?”

“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

Or…

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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A Pole Needs a Hole, and a Hole Needs a Pole

The title is Sex Education Lesson 1 for today.

Lin: Bob, as you said, gays are more interested in recipient rectal sex than as emitter. Just chop off the prostate gland and terminate the Lawrence of Arabia syndrome.

Yes, there is a big problem now. On their dating sites, almost all of the gay men say they are bottoms. Ok, that means they take it up the ass.

Hardly any of the men say they are tops. The tops are the insertive partners of the holes, in case you were wondering.

Well, you can’t have sex with society of bottoms. Holes just sit there. It’s like a house full of outlets with no devices to plug into them. Nothing’s going to get turned on, literally.

A hole only works with a pole, otherwise it’s like a hole in the ground, just sitting there being useless with nothing to fill it up waiting for you to trip over it.

Some gay men made Youtube videos complaining about this. They were bottoms too of course, but they were sockets in need of a plugs, and there were no plugs to be found. So no orgiastic lights get lit up.

Some of them said, “Doesn’t anyone fuck anymore?”

There have also been a lot of complaints from gay men lately about how many gay men are effeminate. A lot of gay men, even or especially the effeminate ones, like more masculine guys. The only ones who want the femmies are some tops who like to dominate them I assume. Gay men have made pleading pitches online to stop encouraging gay men to be effeminate. They have plenty of twinks, more than enough. The shortage is of bears.

Excessive girly men, all looking for a manly man, but there are few, so the sissies are stranded at the altar.

Excessive bottoms, holes waiting to be filled by the poles that never shows up.

These are the pressing issues of the day, dammit!

Well, now you know about the fascinating issues affecting gay men nowadays. Would you like some dessert with that prose meal?

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Etiologies and Possibilities of Change in Male and Female Sexual Orientation

Huho: I’m surprised that the myth that you can turn gay exists post 1945.

Maybe it’s not a myth? Depends how you define being gay. There are heterosexual men by orientation who have chosen a gay lifestyle because they were terribly rejected by women or straight society. Apparently men don’t turn them on at all, but they go gay because women reject them and they want to have a sex life. Are these men gay? Are they straight? What are they? What determines orientation, attraction or behavior.

We only know that male sexual orientation is fixed at age 15. I report this a lot, but no one else does, and sites linking in to my articles about this often express disbelief and shock.

A large percentage of the  Cultural Right continues to insist that all gay people have chosen a gay lifestyle. The therapists around Saccarides and NARTH have always promoted a line that males apparently turn gay somehow or other in boyhood due to poor father identification.

They also insist that gay men can change their sexual orientation with their fraudulent therapy, yet science has now abundantly proven that all studies attempting to turn gay men straight or even bi for that matter, have failed. I remember one article I read that listed ~80 publications documenting the inability to change gay men.

If gay men can’t move at all, straight and bi men may not move either. And indeed the latest science that by age 15, males cannot even be moved around in their orientation – you can’t change a 10-90 gay man to a 20-80 gay man.

Heterosexual orientation cannot be increased in the lab and homosexual orientation cannot be increased. This goes for even the sexual orientation continuum, where they can’t even move a bit on the continuum.

They have not yet documented that straight men cannot be turned gay. We don’t know if heterosexual orientation can be decreased or if homosexual orientation can be increased because no straight man ever shows up in the lab wanting to turn gay.

There is however one tantalizing case in the literature of a straight college man who wanted desperately to turn gay who had tried for several years with no success. He hated women and  spent most of his time with gay men, but he couldn’t move his orientation. He had been trying and failing for several years when he showed up for therapy.

Straight men who go gay in prison nearly always revert right back to heterosexuality when they walk out that gate.

As I said though, if it works one way it has to work the other, otherwise you have to postulate heterosexual orientation as some weird weak force that can always be decreased and and never increased and homosexual orientation as some strange virulent virus that can always be increased but never decreased. That hypothesis fails even before testing, as it doesn’t make sense.

There wasn’t much evidence until recently that male sexual orientation is immutable past age 15 and that sexual orientation may even be fixed or rooted before then. This whole “born gay” business has not been going on very long. How long? 20 years? 30 years?

Homosexuals still insist that “sexuality is fluid,” while insanely saying that “gays are born gay.” They want it so all of them are born gay and can’t change, and all straight people can turn bi or something anytime they want. Clever, right? Gay sites still react with rage and fury when I say that male sexual orientation is fixed at age 15. Then start jumping up and down and yelling that straight men can turn bisexual at any age. Obviously the ideal situation for them is them all being stuck gay forever and us all being able to go halfway anytime we want. It’s so obviously self-serving that it is disgusting.

Gay politics is so insane that you could nearly diagnosis a Delusional Disorder for the whole movement in the DSM. Almost every single notion that they promote is a flat out lie.

A lot of women absolutely turn bisexual. Female sexual orientation is not immutable as men’s is.

I still get a lot of flak from SJW’s  who insist that male and female sexuality is fluid and people can move all over the place all through life on whatever whim of the moment they have, and this is wonderful because “no one cares” who’s gay and who’s not, so I guess if 50% of society turns gay, this is the greatest thing since Kleenex? Many pro-gay people continue to write “sexuality is fluid” at the same time they write “nobody chooses their sexual orientation” and “all gays are born gay.” In fact, these three contradictory notions are part of any Cultural Left discourses on sexual orientation.

There seems to be evidence that women’s attractions and even orientation can move around, and a fair amount of women move around through life. A lot of straight women turn lesbian, and quite a few lesbians turn straight. Straight women turn bi all the time. Teenage girls nowadays go through phases where they are straight, bi, lesbian, asexual, pansexual, etc. shifting between any one of these things to any of the  others all the time. A blob of mercury is easier to pin down.

Female sexual orientation is very poorly understood and a lot of lesbians seem to be lesbians of choice.

Current theories of how women arrive at a lesbian sexual orientation are irrational and even fail the smell test.

For instance, I like to go to porn movie sites. You know what they are. Pornhub, Xhamster, Xmovies. The videos are nice but I especially like to read the comments.  They’re almost better than the videos, which I often skip through and miss most of the video, only watching parts.

I have seen many cases of women cheering wildly for the dirtiest straight porn you could possibly imagine. Gangbangs, blowbangs, bukkakes, etc. with one woman and 26 guys, stuff like that. These videos show women engaging in the most perverse acts of wild heterosexuality with zero lesbianism. Face it, a woman doing that has a heterosexual orientation that is as strong as it can get. Attraction to men doesn’t get any stronger than that.

I followed a lot of these accounts back, and in many cases, these women cheering wildly for some gangbang with 10 guys are lesbians! Now this makes no sense to me. Lesbians, if the definition makes sense, are turned on by women and lesbian sex but not turned on by men and heterosexual sex. So it looks like a lot of lesbians are very much turned on by men and women engaging in wild straight sex with men, yet nevertheless insist that they are lez.

This makes no sense, and it implies that the decision to go lez is not based on what women are attracted to or turns them on. It’s probably more likely rooted in fear and hatred of men, and just coincidentally, vast numbers of “born that way” lesbians for some odd reason also have virulent hatred of phobic behavior towards men. Apparently they were born with a vicious hatred and terrifying fear of men! What sort of sense does that make?

The only thing that makes sense is that a lot of lesbians have tried men and had a lot of bad experiences with them, so they started hating and fearing men while going lez.
I’m sorry. If you are highly aroused by men and women having sex with men, how can you possibly be a lesbian? Someone lay this out for me.

Further, we have scientifically documented sexual orientation change of some lesbians in the lab. Some lesbians, predictably, are that way due to fear of men (documented by science). If they are motivated to change, these women can be changed by sex therapists who work with them to get rid of their fear of men. I have no idea what happens to the attraction to women. Gay sites go completely crazy, screaming and yelling, whenever I say that because it interferes with their “lesbians are born that way” lie.

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Bullying as a Form of Social Control (Lesson-learning Bullying) Versus Bullying by Sadistic Psychopaths (“Criminal” Bullying)

Jason Y: I don’t understand if Robert is saying this is good or bad. In this one, he’s saying siding with bullies is bad, but in the other thread, he was saying it was a good thing.

Look.

Two different kinds of bullying.

Bullying by the Masses

When you are getting bullied by normal people, when everyone is bullying you, when 90% of the normal boys are joining in with bullying you, something is wrong. Normal boys are healthy. They are not sadistic psychopaths. If your behavior is so off and abnormal that even the normal boys are bullying you, the message is you really need to change your behavior.

Furthermore, bullying severe outliers and setting up rules for boyhood ends up making the sort of men out of boys that you want your society to look like. What sort of men do you want in society? You need to create those types of men in boyhood and it’s not a pretty process.

I don’t like it and in a lot of cases it does a lot of damage, but some kids just need it.

All of us boys “got bullied” in a sense that we displayed behaviors which were met with disapproval until we changed our behaviors. Boys get masculinity beaten into them. A lot of it is verbal but a lot is physical too, especially at the elementary school level. I don’t mind that masculinity was beaten into me. That’s how you learn to be a man.

Bullying Geeked-Out Idiot Autist Morons

If you are acting like such an idiot that everyone is bullying you, you are screwing up. I mean even the normal kids are bullying you. You need to quit being such a geeked-out idiot moron. Once you do, they will leave you alone.

If we quit bullying total fucktards, you could end up with a society of men who are behaviorally pretty much autists. You want this? You want a society of nerds?

There was a boy in the 8th grade called Mark D. We called him Mark Dickblow because that sounded a lot like his last name. Everyone bullied him, even my friends and I bullied him, and were part of the normal non-psychopathic boys. “Dickblow (last name)!” we yelled at him, and he would run at us and try to hit us but he was such an autist idiot that he ran and hit like a girl. Or perhaps a retarded girl. He acted like was literally retarded. He had an expression on his face that retarded people have. That’s how geeked out this idiot was.

Well, I met this guy later on at a party. when I was 16-17. We were all smoking weed and drinking beer and I got seriously totaled. I went out to my car, puked and passed out. 10 second later I woke up, and two hours had passed.

But when I was still conscious, I met him and talked to him at the party.  The point is that this geeked-out idiot was now the coolest, slickest, hippest guy you could imagine. He was “Joe Cool.” So you see, he changed. We probably beat that Joe Cool behavior into him literally.

Bullying Feminine and Effeminate Behaviors

I don’t like that pre-gay boys get bullied for being effeminate, but I bullied those boys when I was a boy.

We hated those effeminate boys. They were disgusting! 10 years old and these two twins acted like raging faggots! Their were called the Hunt Brothers or the Hunts but we called them the Cunt Brothers or the Cunts because they were such outrageous fags.

Their over the top faggoty behavior was an outrage and nobody liked it. I am not saying these boys were gay sexually. They simply displayed the effeminacy of a typical effeminate homosexual “queen” type man. It’s bad enough that men act that boy but we can sort of accept it if they are only 3% of the population, but it’s outrageous in boys. Why did they act like such faggots? Were they “born that way?” Were they born effeminate somehow and had no choice about this faggoty nonsense. Well, perhaps, but that remains to be proven. Effeminate behavior in males strikes me as chosen behavior.

I knew this Hunt guy again in 10th grade. By this time I was a good friend of his.

 

Anyway, in 10th grade, this Hunt boy was still effeminate, so I guess our bullying didn’t work. I never heard if he ended up gay or just an effeminate straight man.

I still do not have a high opinion of effeminate males. It’s disgusting.

Boys bully the gay or pre-gay boys. At the same time, any display of femininity or effeminacy in normal boys (all normal boys have this) is attacked the in the same way as the gay boys are.

We all get anti-feminine and anti-effeminate bullying.

Boys get it until they man up and quit being such pussyboys. I did.

We also played games taught us some serious lessons in subtle ways.

One game was Smear the Queer. We played this when we were 10 years old. One guy was the “queer” and he would jump on the ball and everyone would waste him. It was also called “Kill the Man on the Hoppityhop.” I played that with my friends and none of us were gay. Nevertheless, what lesson did I take home? Queers get smeared. Queers (the guy on the ball) even get killed. Be gay, get smeared, get killed. Mostly get your ass kicked. To this day, I associate effeminate and gay behavior with a punch in the face. That’s one major reason I don’t do those things or act like that. “Fags get hit” means “don’t be a fag.” It’s not hard to do. It’s stuff like that that keeps straight men in line acting masculine and keeps your country from turning into Afghanistan.

Bullying Crybabies and Sissyboys

One of my best friends was a crybaby when young. When he was 9-10, he was always bursting into tears for no reason. This utterly outraged us, all the other boys. People would say, “Look! He’s crying again!” The boys would all look at my friend and get mad at him for crying. People would say, “He’s crying! Kick his ass! Beat him up!” So we would all run over there, 10-15 boys, and we would all kick his ass. The odd thing is that none of us ever thought about what we were doing. There was something instinctively outrageous about a crybaby that needed to be destroyed.

This friend was getting masculinity literally beat into him.

I met him later on when he was 18 or so, and we became very good friends. He manned up tremendously, and he turned into one of the wildest playboys I have ever met. He was still rather sensitive, soft, and pretty, and morons kept saying he was gay. The subtext was that I was a fag too for hanging around with a known homo. Considering this guy was screwing more girls than the average army platoon, I considered that a completely moronic question. He wasn’t gay at all. But later, he got into bisexuality bigtime, and I cut off our friendship because you have to do that when one of your friends fags out bigtime like that. He didn’t need to do that. He did it by choice. He likes women just fine. I could go into details about why it was mandatory to cut this guy off if you don’t mind, but it was necessary for sure.

Point being this guy’s behavior changed as a result of those beatings. He manned up quite a bit and quit being such a damned pussy. 

On the other hand, the gay boys get bullied. But suppose we quit bullying effeminacy and feminine behavior in boys. You could end up with a whole culture of effeminate and feminine men. That’s good. Boyhood is where men are created. Once you get rid of all the rules, you say you don’t care if boys turn into men. Bad idea. Boys need to be turned into men. With relatively harmless violence (childhood fighiting) if necessary.

Bullying Psychos and Disturbed Boys

We bullied violent, crazy, disturbed boys. We called them “psychos.” We basically tormented them. These boys were the type where you wonder if they are pre-serial killers. They were disturbed. We bullied boys like that simply for being psychos. The message is, Don’t be a psycho. Don’t be a disturbed, dangerous maniac. You want to quit bullying psychos? You could end up with a society full of sociopathic men.

Bullying by a Few Sadistic Psychopaths

Then again, very large numbers of boys who are not bullied by the masses (a red flag that something is wrong) do get bullied by the neighborhood pre-psychopaths, the true bullies. These are just asshole, mean, often sadistic boys who bully large numbers of relatively normal boys. In this case you need to side with the victims. There’s no lesson being learned here than that psychopaths bully most everyone. Boys and men who act normal need to be protected from sadistic, psychopathic bullies who are picking on them for no reason or no good reason.

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How I Avoided Turning Gay

The whole idea of this post is absurd, but this is what we believed back then. I now know that I was completely straight my whole life, but at the time I didn’t understand the permanence of male sexual orientation. We boys and young men thought straightness was sort of this “weak force” that could become damaged, the result being that you would actually turn homosexual. In that sense, all straight men were at risk of turning gay at any time and you had to do various things to make sure this didn’t happen.

I now know that no man turns gay ever, like no man turns straight but at the time, we didn’t know that.

I had considerable anxiety as I was growing up that I might “turn gay,” and I was determined to make sure that didn’t happen.

In 10th grade, I hung out with “the nerds,” who were a bunch of high-IQ brainac boys. We spent lunch in the Chess Club playing chess like complete fucktards. There were 20 nerd boys in this group and no girls at all, not even nerdy girls. It was a disturbing setup.

I was friends with all of these boys, but many of them were actually effeminate. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. None of them had anything to do with girls. They also expressed no interest whatsoever in girls. The whole setup was disturbing. Not only were we being fucktards, but we were practically being faggots or proto-faggots too. I started to worry that this friend scene was a very bad idea.

I didn’t know any girls, but at least I was interested. I got an erection if the wind blew, and pornographic heterosexual fantasies played nonstop in my head. I had rounded up some dirty novels and nonfiction books with sex scenes, and this was my fantasy material. One was a scene out of Manchild in the Promised Land. Another was at the beginning of The Godfather. At some point, I discovered skin magazines, and I used to spend a lot of time browsing the many Playboy-Penthouse type magazines around back then.

I still don’t know if these guys were pre-gay or gay (none were sexually) or they just couldn’t get a girl with God’s help. My Dad was very proud that I hung out with these idiots.

In 11th grade, I rebelled.

I decided if kept hanging around with these guys I might turn gay.

Most teenage boys back expressed some anxiety about turning gay, and a lot of them were actively doing things to make sure they didn’t turn gay.

I decided my Dad was an idiot, and he was trying to turn me into a faggot. I was pissed. My own father was unwittingly trying to turn me into a fag! Screw this. I think I even told him he was doing that, and he acted like it was the most outrageous thing he ever heard. He was happy that I was a “good kid” hanging around with these good boy nerds. It wasn’t a road to faggotry. It was a road to good citizenship.

I also had short hair, and girls hated that. This was the hippie era, and if you wanted to get a girl you had to grow your hair long. Short hair was “geek hair,” and girls openly despised it.

I decided I was going to try to get some chicks. I grew my hair long, quit hanging around with the idiots and started to hang out with jocks, surfers, drug dealers, party people, stoners, rock fans, and other bad boy punk kid types. I started going to parties, smoking weed, drinking, listening to rock music, and riding a skateboard. My friends were a bunch of glorified juvenile delinquents and soon I was too. World War 3 erupted between my father and me and it turned the whole house and family asunder and upside down with chaos and bad energy.

Well, it wasn’t long before I grew my hair long, started hanging around with cool guys,  and turned into a delinquent that I started getting laid. I also started making out and whatnot with a lot of girls.

False Rape Charge

I think I actually had sex almost before I got kissed though, which is pretty weird. I dove right into sex. She was 14 and as a horny as a grown woman. I crossed the virgin barrier at 16, and boy was I happy.

She falsely accused me of rape afterwards and went around telling all of the girls I hung out with that I raped her. The weird thing is that all of those girls started acting quite afraid of me, but they also starting acting really horny around me. Being accused of rape made those girls fear me and want to fuck me at the same time.

Now there’s your Lesson 1 in Female Sexuality for the day!

Of course I didn’t rape her. We were both just blotto drunk.

It was classic #metoo Regret Rape bullshit. We got interrupted on the roof of an apartment building at 3 AM in the middle by an idiot we had sent away with a wink so we could screw. We figured he would get the hint but unfortunately he was a fucktard.

He came back and saw us having sex and instead of taking off, he stood there with his mouth open and expressed verbal shock and alarm. She jumped right off me and quickly said, “Now I’m not horny anymore.”

Lesson 2 in Female Sexuality for the day.

The dumbass was still standing there with the bottom fallen out of his mouth. “Lindsay,” he said. “I will never think the same way about you ever again.” His look was solemn and sincere.

Lesson 1 in ManWorld for the day.

I guess this is where the Regret Rape set in. She felt bad about having sex with me and was wracked with guilt. Therefore, I obviously raped her. This is “female logic,” and girls and women actually think like this and believe it is rational thinking.

Lesson 1 in Female Psychology for the day.

This was at a time when most of my friends were still virgins. So I was something of a mini-legend.

I also figured I had dodged a bullet and kept from turning gay, but the anxiety remained. If I didn’t have a date in a long time, I started worrying that if this state of affairs went on for too long, I might turn gay. This was very alarming to me. I spent much of my time from 15-26 with this as one of my deepest and most hidden fears. Of course, now I know it was an idiotic thing to fear, as stupid as worrying you might turn into a Martian, but back then, it was the real deal.

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