Tag: Sex Wars

From a Deep Thinker:

“Young men prefer to avoid their female peers.  It’s unpleasant and, if the women view an errant look or bad date or breakup as ‘rape,’ it’s also dangerous.  If you have internet pornography to satisfy your sexual needs, internet games to satisfy every young man’s natural desire for adrenaline, and legal pot to make all the pain go away, who needs women?”

Not to mention having to exist in a gynocentric atmosphere in almost every social institution — schools, workplaces and so on — where the male instincts of risk-taking, adventure and creativity have been ruthlessly suppressed so that men can be… more like women.

One more time:  of course I’m not suggesting that risk-taking, adventure and creativity etc. are the sole preserve of men — that’s a common feministical trope, and of course that would be… what’s the term I’m thinking of?  Oh yeah:  total bollocks.  But even the most superficial observation of the human condition will show that men are more likely, for example, to be risk-takers while women are more likely to be risk-averse.

So if you can’t do that kind of thing in real life, the next best thing is to simulate it — I remember reading somewhere that Call Of Duty, for example, has an 80% male gamer profile, and I bet that the Formula 1 simulation games have a similar profile.

And yeah, you don’t need a female partner for that activity, any more than if you’re indulging yourself in a little porn-watching.

I’m not sure that this male-female schism would have worked for me back when I was in my teens and twenties, but then again I didn’t grow up in this toxic environment, and anyway, back then girls and women were a lot more grownup than today’s crop of frail, weeping faeries.  (Probably the most cutting comeback I’ve ever seen was a guy’s description of one such creature as a “Fleshlight that cries.”  Sheesh.)

I don’t know how this all is going to play out;  I suspect badly, and it seems that at some point women are going to choose more masculine men — or a grotesque and dangerous parody thereof, most likely of the Third World genus.  Hell, I think that’s already happening in countries where the native menfolk have become terminally feminized — the Scandinavian countries come to mind, here — and the results there are not grounds for optimism.

I’d really like to think I’m wrong about all this, but I suspect that I’m not.  More’s the pity.

…be more like a man?

Thus saith Professor Henry Higgins in My Fair Lady, and it seems that it’s women who are trying to do so:

You probably think of testosterone as the male sex hormone. But the reality is that testosterone is also a crucial hormone for women, whose ovaries produce it right alongside estrogen and progesterone. All three hormones decline as women age, meaning that in spite of the FDA’s lack of approval, they’re finding ways to take it — and raving about the results.

Like with men, testosterone boosts sex drive and aggression in women, and limited studies show it may support bone health, as well as contribute to mood and energy. Testosterone production tends to peak in women’s late teens and early 20s, and slowly declines thereafter; after menopause, its levels are halved.

Many are framing testosterone supplements as something akin to an off-label fountain of youth.

“It’s changed my marriage,” a 41-year-old marketing consultant told the paper, adding that she’d gone from uninterested in sleeping with her husband to having sex upwards of six days a week.

It’s not just a libido thing, either: many women experience an uptick of ambitious energy on testosterone therapy. One NYT source even reported that her daughter said she’d become argumentative “like a teenage boy.”  Other purported benefits include decreased fatty tissue, increased muscle mass and cognitive performance, and even better skin.

Yeah, but it’ll also make yer balls itch.  And that will lead to another manifestation: your attitude to the other sexual activity will change:

From a male perspective, I can see one increase in spectator sports if women start becoming more masculine:

Pass the popcorn, Simon.

Here’s an interesting story.

A while ago, comedienne Katherine Ryan admitted that she once offered her boss (obviously in her pre-comedienne days) a sexual favor to be able to quit work early.  Apparently, she had a crush on him — as she puts it, he wasn’t just “some guy” — and he seems to have quite liked her too  Anyway, he agreed, she gave him the BJ and went home early.  No problem, right?

Don’t be stupid.  Needless to say, the Outrage Industry went full steam ahead.  Even though this happened when she was very young — some twenty years ago, methinks — this made no matter to the wokescolds, who excoriated the unnamed boss for all the usual capital crimes:  using his position of influence to get a BJ from a subordinate, sexual harassment, conduct unbecoming;  you name it, they were indignant about it.  Some even suggested that he was abusing his position of power, but of course he wasn’t.  Had he made the BJ a precondition of her leave of absence, perhaps that would be the case — but it wasn’t anything like that.

Of course, none of that matters, because our Katherine has always been quite unapologetic about the whole business, and good for her.  Clearly, she really (really) liked the guy, so let’s just grant the fact that she got two benefits from the BJ:  getting off and getting off early.

As one commenter succinctly [sic]  put it:

“She didn’t have a problem… he didn’t have a problem… where is the problem??”

Precisely.  The real issue here is that nowadays, total strangers can have a problem with this, and they’re given carte blanche  to vent their indignation about it as though their opinion actually matters.  It doesn’t, nor should it.

Hence the title of this post.  And by the way, our Canucki chick isn’t that bad-looking nowadays:

…so twenty years ago?  Small wonder the guy was interested in her proposition.

Here’s the full story, if you’re interested.  Also, she’s now happily married — about to pop her fourth sprog, as it happens — and so clearly the whole long-ago BJ business is not a big thing in her life, nor should it be.

Everyone has done shit in their past that may not pass the baleful scrutiny of today’s wokescold culture, but FFS:  ancient history is just that, and the sooner we leave it alone, the better for everybody.

No, this has nothing to do with Marcel Proust, but it’s a novel perk from a Spanish company for getting off work, so to speak:

Unless you’re a butcher, beating your meat is a practice that has never been welcomed into the workplace — which I’m sure an overwhelming number of employees are happy to adhere to.

It’s something that we see often in the movies, in the Rocky montages and in The Wolf of Wall Street to name a few… but if you’re a worker at one Spanish company, then you might be a little more familiar with a certain half-hour ‘masturbation break’.

The organization grants its staff 30 minutes of private time for ‘self pleasure‘ in a dedicated ‘masturbation station’ room, and it even got written into company policy in 2022 after completing a successful trial run during lockdown.

Speaking about why she gives her employees the option of a half-hour ‘masturbation break’ during work hours, owner Erica Lust [sic] explained: “The truth is masturbation can help people manage stress, regulate their sleep, and connect with their body and sexual desires, among other advantages.⁠”

In staff feedback from the unusual initiative, many admitted they felt “less aggression” and were “more productive”.

I’ll bet they do.  The best part of all this?

Lust, who is also on a mission to ‘reinvent’ ethical porn, added: “Sexual wellbeing is deeply intertwined with your overall mental health and physical health and should be treated with the same respect and resources.”

…and a new expression enters the lexicon:  “ethical porn”.

Not quite the ones featured in Mike Rowe’s shows, but another day, another dollar, right?

I refer here to The Sun  newspaper’s resident “sexpert” position [sic], which must be the easiest job in the world and which one might covet greatly.  Especially when it comes to covering [sic]  events like this:

Welcome to Swingathon 2025. More than a thousand horny revellers have descended on the sleepy village of Allington, Lincs, for a weekend of frolics, flings and full-on filth.

The participants look pretty much like you’d expect:

Of interest to me is the appearance into today’s lexicon of what’s termed “ethical non-monogamy“, which has to be the dictionary exemplar under the term OXYMORON.  Nevertheless, this seems to be a thing nowadays…

…which makes me not want to live in this world anymore.

I don’t want the job at all.