I am Sun—She is Moon
Do bitches *really* be cwazy?
Men and women don’t experience “knowledge” or “ideas” in the same way.
No this isn’t some discrete and totalistic binary with zero crossover—but tbh it’s just about the closest thing you’ll find to that basically anywhere in human psychology.
Because while the male mind is built for mechanistically deconstructing the physical universe and formally propositionalizing ideas, the female mind is built for ambiently reducing social friction and promoting the long-term health of the tribe—the divide is essential and intractable and a lot less substantive than architectural.
Thus for men knowledge is a Solar thing—generative and first-order, such that even when our motives are wholly instrumental the tendency is to assess the truth or falsity of a proposition wholly separately from the desirability of its consequences; A is A.
Whereas for women knowledge is Lunar—which is to say reflective and higher-order and oftentimes completely unconscious given the Fairer Sex boasts a wide array of subtle and intuitive faculties the Unfair Sex for the most part missed out on in exchange for the ability to use vlookup and watch scary movies without getting scared that let chickies sniff out when something is maladaptive and preemptively code it low status (always instead using some creative writing womanword like Gross) the instant they get a visceral Ick from it—often without that Thing’s first order merits ever having entered the equation at all, since demanding women “think” about things as such typically reads as incelly / gaslighty / lowkey sort of rapey to them—and also why even bother with that shit when normgroid men follow their cues as predictably as the tide?
Thing is womanly Icks are also an essential social technology for stopping men who’ll never hitch a ride in Apollo’s chariot from entering into Faustian Bargains they can’t really make good on. And as much as it hurt my feelings last year when the art hoe who pumped and dumped me side eyed my Suno sonnets, it’s probs a good thing for me to feel at least a little ashamed whenever I decide to e.g. spend the entire day on ChatGPT forging photorealistic foot pics of every gal I’ve ever had a crush on.
Because that’s not Faustian at all.
And as exasperating as it is sometimes when womyn do that thing they do sputtering about how much they Love Black People it’s every bit as obvious this comes from an intuitive sixth sense understanding in their delectable lil nippies that if men didn’t feel like incels for reading the Bell Curve or looking at FBI crime stats with clear eyes the Mississippi almost certainly would would have run crimson decades ago, as if we’re honest the tendency among rightoid hereditarians to accept that Blacks have a median IQ of 85 and markedly higher preponderance of the Warrior Gene while still entertaining the notion that they can ever be normal equal citizens of an advanced industrial democracy is either the height of intellectual cowardice or its own species of half-conscious Straussianism you lads very genuinely might want to interrogate.
Same thing applies to the tendency of chickies to lie about they sexual past—which I’ve come to realize feels to girls exactly how it feels to us when we tell babygirl about that supercool Business We’re Working On. Thing is you eternally have the right to Become that man, just as she has the right to Have Been that girl; it’s what enables men to swagger out of an undignified Cockroach Era to build something based for the dame who gave us half a chance, and likewise what lets girlypops feel dainty and princessy again after letting some Dark Triad nigga pee on them for half a year.
Such lies are really just adaptive myth The System practically forces on us to make neoliberal modernity ackshully feel as frictionless as the Jews promised it would be—which kind of sucks tbh when you’re the hyperverbal sperg / bipolar guy / black dude women perennially use for Scary Cock only to write you out of their story, but I guess from another angle such fellers should thank their lucky stars to have been able to boast their way into so many Throats Above Their Station in the first place.
Because Selene will never tell a soul about that one time Walt Bismarck fucked her in his banana shirt, and may well have already Milhoused me out of her formal number at this point, but also at some point in 2023 I told her I’d become president of the Heritage Foundation, and also pony up $400k for her art project, and also become significantly more famous than Mencius Moldbug who I guess has a crush on her? Point is I was entirely earnest about each and every one of those things, so I’m not about to fault a bih for tying up the knot on the other side.
Rather less easy to forgive is how differently gals treat you as Scary Cock versus the excitable theater kid who caught feels too fast—though not even in terms of letting you in their holes and shit which is honestly w/e so much as in terms of Epistemics.
i.e. when a chick doesn’t take you seriously sexually she’ll invariably give you nothing but anodyne limp grey goo ChatGPT takes about Boundaries and Human Beans and Compatibility and all that malarkey, and if you ever make the mistake of asking her for Girl Advice will always tell you what she thinks will make the poor girl you’re trying to bamboozle into liking you feel Comfortable and never what will ackshully get you laid, because deep down primordially in her cunty cavewoman reptile brain she doesn’t think you should reproduce; the Lunar character of feminine propositionality means she can’t see you as a sexual being to another woman in a legitimate dignified way unless you’re already fuckable.
But the Redpill guys who try to say women can’t give you decent girl advice sort of also have Down Syndrome tbh because if anything women are the ones who give you the very BEST advice most of the time—but again, only when they find you fuckable.
You just need to overcome the Straussian Incel Hurdle so she sees you a Sexual Bean instead of as the turtle from Rocko’s Modern Life. And of course you’ll get the MOST honest takes if you actually do end up fucking her, but most of the time you can get like 90% there without her even being all that into you—as again, it’s fuckable you need to be here, not attractive. If she sees another girl lusting after you that will do it, as will flirting with her in a way that genuinely makes her bounce, as will saying nigger around her a lot of times.
That’s what leads to the sort of friendship (often borne of an aborted Talking Stage) where she can tell you nah that shirt makes you look Puerto Rican or why you send her that it sounds gay af or lol what a lying hoe, and most of the time her read will be 100x better than that of any your manfriends who unless they want to fuck chickie too will tend to find the whole thing hugely tedious and most of the time lose respect for you for needing their help to begin with. But that never happens with a friendgirl because the subtext of potentially fucking or more is always floating around in the aether to keep the other party interesting to think about in a romantic context.
Hence why your friendgirl will often see your conquests like plot lines in her favorite soap and spend hours on the phone with you psychoanalyzing them, which doesn’t just proffer hugely useful insight into the womanly mind but also serves as a splendid psychic cumrag for all that cheugy unbecoming Greensleeves Exuberance and thereby makes you quite a lot more daddy with the girls you’re ackshually trying to fuck, who compared to your friendgirl will usually feel kind of like your cat in the best cases and more typically like your couch; this was the bestie dynamic I temporarily enjoyed with Diana the Tradgirl circa 2020-2021 and then Gretel the Suicidekraut in 2022.
Anwho my more general point here is that for women looking at men respect / basic epistemic dignity kind of just go inexorably hand in hand with not seeing him as an empty-bellied loser. The moment you fall into that register with her she’s gonna start lying her ass off to you about anything remotely adjacent to status and especially sex because women have an inborn and not entirely conscious instinct to make everything seem a lot more Fair and Nice and Normal than it ackshully is so as to prevent the better part of dudekind from indignantly feeding Charlie Kirk a lead sandwich.
Whereas once you’re fucking her babygirl will never tell you 2+2=5 (except ofc in regards to her own private sexual Lore) but instead giggle impishly at all your darkest and most perspicacious musings about the nature of sex and power and oftentimes be casually racist in a way she’d never dream of being outside the bedroom and invariably also flow like the Ganges should you devise some baroquely evil way to psychosexually humiliate the nigga she’s cheating on with you (or the latest guy who tried to steal her from you or the guy you stole her from—same dif). Like Mara for instance basically never came harder than when I shoved her gay little bf’s Promise Ring up her shitter while making her denounce him on camera, and she was far and away the most wholesome / retarded bird I’ve dated—a true normie’s normie I never saw happier than during our last date walking around Target to buy me kitchenware.
Which is why I don’t buy it one whit when womyn try to gaslight me into thinking my own experiences on the Chadside were in the least bit atypical—they clearly weren’t, and tons of other fellers report precisely the same thing, and I’ve also been on the Sadside of an Amazing Amy sitch quite a lot more palpably than literally all you fags combined and yeah no fuck you eat my cum there’s most definitely a sadism in chicks men luxuriate in esoterically and more than enough girls participate in for it to be a Thing yet we’re not allowed to talk about bc I guess it’s of paramount importance to eternally preserve the Butters Stotch romantic idealism of gullible normie Tide Guys.
Which maybe it is.
It would sure be nice if I still saw girls like that.
And there are clearly far more of those dudes kicking around than whatever the fuck Kind of Guy I am, which a lot of people would say lends weight to his interests—most of them being women ofc. Which is yet another epistemic gap between the sexes; girls tend to soyface over central measures while men focus more on the tailend variance.
but also idk
Like I for sure respect men of that temperament provided they’re only raising sons— otherwise the first thing pops into my head is kind of just when is his daughter 18.
And I tend to suspect the real underlying issue here is that for as much as they like to see themselves as more nuanced than us the Fairer Sex is at the end of the day sort of just architecturally incapable of metabolizing male contradiction.
Which yes yes ofc men are a million times worse at metabolizing female contradiction—don’t need the lecture, babe. Quite frankly you’re preaching to the choir on that one.
Thing is dudes can kind of just outfuck their Madonna-Whore Complex, whereas the distaff analog—which I’ll resist the temptation to call an Incel-Chad Complex since if I do girls will obviously bitch about Chad being a male invention or w/e even though it’s clearly the Incel part that matters here—only tends to deepen with time. But I already covered that in The Girl Who Cried Incel, so go read that if you want the tea.
The upshot for our purposes is that women find precisely nothing in creation more contemptible than the man with an empty belly; parched throat; dry cock.
Because masculine appetite is only ever legitimate once actualized—at which point the selfsame validation instantly becomes retroactive and totalistic and you can kind of just act as gay as you want and it will read as Oberyn Martell. But until then any open and unmediated male yearning reads as pathetic at best and morally suspect at worst.
Meanwhile if you’re the Strong Horse you can mouthfuck the molested yoyo dieting Jewess intern and the feminists will fall over themselves to put a shiv in her ribcage, with even the dykier among them most of the time being entirely happy to slick your willie themselves. Whereas once you’re Elmer’s? Just watch how fast pretty much everything you think say and do begins to register to dames as irredeemably Gross.
Because at the end of the day women kind of just worship Power.
Not in any way they’re conscious of, understand—women as a rule are genuinely quite earnest in their Morals / Ideals, and none of this shit would work even half as well if they weren’t. It’s more her soft and tender lil nipnips will always clock immediately whichever horse is strongest in a precognitive lizard register at which point her inner grugette needs to divine some Febreezily contrived Higher Order Reason as to why everything he does is coo now whereas everything about that other nigga whose cum she mb ate yesterday but is now giving yesterday’s destrier is Gross, ackshully.
Yet hating women for this tendency is also the definition of childish—kind of an autistic thirteen year old boy’s version of slave morality.
Because at the end of the day women don’t even make sense as the ones to blame for this—number one because they legitimately have no choice but to act this way and can’t pick up on how cartoonishly vacillating they seem to men (a good thing btw, since without this fugue all chicks would end up as hookers or dykes, though more on that shortly); number two because all this shit can just as easily work in your favor and if it’s not doing that EVER that’s mostly just a skill issue killah; number three because women ackshully kind of are hallucinating the emperor’s finery in a way peenhavers can’t, and so if you should hate anyone it’s those effusive Tide Guys for enabling them; and number four cause hating girls codes as monstrous low status and in turn makes it harder to fuck their buttholes and lick their scrumptious little feetsies which means it’s incumbent upon us menfolk to mythopoetically theorycraft precisely whatever Just-So Story is required to make not hating these lovely ladies halfway tenable.
So with that in mind let’s be abundantly malebrained about this and break down mechanistically how exactly all this bullshit works.
As stated before, women sort of just worship Power—though not always in a direct physical / institutional sense, and in fact very rarely so these days given Trve Power in contemporary America comes predominantly from knowing e.g. when to side-eye or how to humblebrag with unassailable plausible deniability or what it takes to cultivate the reputation for having X so as to groom consensusy womyn and Tide Guys into giving you X in the future by dint of Benjamin Franklin blah blah and my basic point here is that within the Zoomer Oral Culture the signal hacker is king.
What do I mean by signal hacking?
Basically taking advantage of the less conscious and more embodied nature of Lunar epistemics (which btw were pretty clearly bolstered at the expense of more pedestrian breeds of Solar epistemics by late capitalism, mass media, etc.) for one’s own selfish ends by weaponizing a metacognitive and game theoretic Solar Register approach to semiotics that lowkey turns women and by extension Tide Guys into flesh puppets who’ll get mad at you and feel gaslit if you ever point out the strings.
The dimensions to this are as follows:
Women are a lot more narratively permeable, and carry scars from reputational damage far longer and more painfully compared to menfolk who functionally speaking are kind of just allowed to screw people over and lowkey rape bitches tbh when they’re the hot tamale even if during their Cockroach Eras they were ontologically locked into being seen as the turtle from Rocko’s Modern Life. This means it’s often relatively easy to manipulate women into anxious compliance by making them feel like a Bad Person in some way—especially in a pluralist ecology where there’s always going to be SOME asshole out there who no matter what you do will quite cogently think you’re Hitler (in a bad way). It’s a particularly massive issue for Millennial women, as they’re eternally stuck in Princess Ariel Register wherein doing something Bad is genuinely unthinkable and there aren’t any broadly legible ways to aestheticize one’s caprice like their bitchy aunties had in Princess Leia Register or their hookery lil sisters have in Princess Bubblegum Register, which means the Regans of the world have zero functional awareness of their own dark side or ability to inhabit it sans aspartame—clearly one reason younger Zoomettes have gone so hard in the opposite direction as of late and if anything tend to act sort of performatively evil half the time; it’s kind of just a necessary aegis against the manipulative griftmaxxing that trannies and niggos perfected to a science against their older sisters amidst the black rectangle era. Zoomettes are also a million times more likely to just overtly confess to being attracted to a man for “superficial” reasons e.g. height muscles money status in a way that to most Millennial chicks would feel super trashy and gauche—often to such an extent that even with close friends she’d only ever confess to liking those things half-ironically or in e.g. a #SoBrave confessional essay. But Millennial girls are if anything more selective than Zoomettes on such metrics (or rather they’re more likely to expect all whereas their little sisters are more likely to specialize), and then in practice will play up the most “morally sound” reason she was into a guy really aggressively, which leads to a lot of hilarious situations for Millennial couples where the 6’4 dude’s gee eff is constantly gushing about his Nice Smile.
Women are a lot more status-oriented than men—only in a deep primordial sense that typically registers to them as something else entirely (which is annoying ofc, but again: the ones who aren’t like this are literally just hookers), and thus as a rule are a lot less inclined to think about status hierarchies overtly since doing so risks unraveling all the various photonegative power dynamics they’ve depended on through the centuries to avoid becoming our fuckpigs in the way you see with e.g. Muslim women, which means in turn that girls are always more drawn than men to mediating / sanitizing ontologies that Buttigiegishly launder status jockeying into something more ostensibly virtuous… which of course is what makes it so easy for the Marketing departments of Corporate America to finger our poor embattled babies in all sorts of emotional nooks and crannies that will always set boobdrawn eyes to glaze—one of numerous factors (another being the womanly gatherer impulse) that make girls quite a lot more materialistic than us scrotes on average. The way modern capitalism works means women kind of just NEED to be shopping all the time to remain in the loop with group fashion norms, health concerns, and so on, or else they’ll seem like kind of a Weird Bitch. And unlike with men who can generally opt out of more Solar varieties of material status jockeying and have it read as a Man of the People gesture, the ladies are pretty much always competing in like fifteen different shadow registers at once (e.g. youthfulness, ethically sourced, non tryhard) and opting out of any of them can nuke your reputation in a way femininity precludes you from deflecting morally with e.g. Ironic Nazism in the manner right wing Zoomer boys enjoy, which means women are kind of forced to pay attention to dumdum normalfag trends even if she’s a total sperg who finds it all super duper gay and frivolous on its own merits. Which btw is kind of the main reason women couldn’t have credit cards for a really long time, which I’ve found is something girls still bitch about quite a lot even though easily half the chickies who’ve voiced this particular complaint to me were unironically selling hole on SeekingArrangement because they were buried in credit card debt but anyway.
It seems feminine status competition will in practice drive at least the younger half of Zoomettes to pretty insane acts of backstabbing by Millennial standards… as will the fact that their girlbullying tactics du jour are far more sinister / subtle than any of the shit I recall hearing about from maids of my own cohort back in the day. Often you’ll get the sense that Zoomettes never feel particularly safe and secure in the world at all, cause it’s gotta be at least half of these chicks are just fucking drenched in anxiety… that and also a certain archetypal longing for an engaged indulgent fruit rollups dad willing to theatrically baby her in a manner her ackshual father seldom will since it mostly gives gay / pussywhipped to his own daycare-molested forest porn Tyler Durden sensibilities. And while I earnestly appreciate latchkey dads for having nurtured such a delectable arbitrage opportunity for my own cohort, I also can’t help but feel a bit sorry for these kitties at the end of the day, as the operative social dynamics of their college environment for one thing genuinely do just feel super Middle School to me overall and I genuinely can’t see how anyone is supposed to Grow Up under such conditions, which if we’re being honest injuns kiiiind of does make a feller feel a bit chomo-adjacent at times even whilst coupling with a bih born in like 2002 because adult bod or no (which even then I have a tendency to date anorexics so) pretty much every solitary girl born that year continues to act like a 15yo at the very oldest, being at once unusually susceptible to manipulation and also hugely manipulative herself. Because if the soul of Millennial femininity is a tincture of Aspartame and Skim Milk the Zoomette’s is one of Xanax and Kefir; she came up in a world that started out as liminal and ended up fugue, where nothing is true and everything permitted and capricious nymphettes are at last free to brutalize themselves however they’d like. And in her own dainty hands that chaos is a battle-axe, but in yours it’s more her leash—which if you aren’t too much of a faggoty fruit rollup to keep firm and taught will as a rule have the bitch acting like a *very* good girl for you in practice… cause all that grooming shit Zoomers moan about? Kind of a real thing. That said if you ever drop the leash you’re also dealing with Cujo so watch out nigga!
The reasons for Zoomer arrested development are complex and I’ll not enumerate them here but when it comes to the super Dolores Hazey nature of Zoomettes in particular I’d attribute it primarily to the fact that there’s nothing pushing these flowers into regular obligate interchange with phallic propositional manlogic, which is most of the time the thing that pasteurizes girlish caprice into the Lois Griffin sensibilities of fully actualized womanhood. Gals first need their father / brothers and later on more thoroughly their husband to pull them out of Neverland and engender a basic capacity to communicate in Solar Register (you ever notice btw that Substack is positively teeming with married women who write about Ideas, whereas as a rule most of the single girls here exclusively post thirst traps all day? well that’s why), as it’s always really fucking cringe when middle aged women can’t negotiate / debate in an A is A way and are still doing sexy baby voice post menopause or unironically acting like their Feelings matter, since Lunar Register is clearly more of a young woman’s game at the end of the day… particularly these days given that responsible young mother Wendy Darling femininity hasn’t really existed en masse since at least the Silent Generation. For one thing because there simply isn’t a culture in non religious whackos / minorities of having kids when you're still young and hot and vital, which has a certain electricity in it that makes Wendy’s precocious maternal drive feel a hell of a lot less gay and schoolmarmy than it “should” code as overall and honestly a pretty neat aspect of her character that’s mostly lost on modern tardos tbh. But anyway point is there just aren’t that many Wendys nowadays—Boomettes were a million times too individualistic and self-absorbed; Gen X too reflexively mannish; Millennial women too Judith Butler pilled / Aspartame Reganny; and then in Gen Z you actually DO have quite a lot of gals with Wendy’s brains and heart and temperament but those are also the ones most likely to sell you pictures of they asshole half the time and I’m not sure the world is ready to metabolize that fact. But anyway my point here is that the modal Zoomette is deep down far closer to Tinkerbell—a gal who can’t develop Wendy femininity by definition because fairies aren’t creatures of deferred gratification or strategy or diplomacy and if anything tend to see those things as Really Gross. Likewise practically any chick born after the towers fell—certainly most of those worth fucking—will nine times in ten see Ideas and Plans and Modus Ponens as incel ipso facto, such that the only way to trvly engage her as a human bean is by adopting precisely the same floating high-context relational affect that she herself uses to the exclusion of pretty much all other ways of talking, almost exactly like how autismos will only ever speak in precisely the opposite affect e.g. dry and propositional literalism. Which is an instructive comparison frankly because in many respects the Core Zoomer Art Hoe is almost a Platonic counter-autist by temperament, as she identifies so strongly with her amygdalic Will to Power that she’ll find all game theoretic or metacognitive utterances that step outside and beyond her actively experienced clitsentiments viscerally repulsive, pathetic, and untrustworthy at a glance—much as she will basically any other discursive mode that isn’t just frictionless adolescent vibesurfing tbh.
Now all girls are a *bit* like this at the end of the day unless they literally have Asperger’s Syndrome or are like Jewish or something—and so with more normie variants of Zoomette or Millennial Art Hoes for instance you won’t get the weirdo solipsistic hostility to propositionality qua propositionality but they’ll easily be five or six times more likely to eat your jizz if you don’t take basically anything they say seriously and instead sort of adopt the deportment of the Cheshire Cat, which will always be a million times hotter and sexier to a chickie than making your Solar Stratagems overtly legible while they’re ackshully being carried out—note that works at times with the aforementioned spergy chicks / Jewesses bc they’re not just stupid retarded women and can appreciate recursion and irony without it drying they lil pussy up, and girls will likewise find it superhot if you narrate all your Solar Flares AFTER she’s absorbed your beam since that makes her feel a lot more Raped / Claimed or whatever. But that’s only ever a dece move once you’re locked in, as it’s seldom a good look to seem even the least bit wanty or intentional with younger girls in particular, who’ll oftentimes freak out at you should you at any point contravene her assumption that you’re playing the entire thing entirely by ear and are ackshully just a rly coo chill guy :)
With 99% of neurotypical shiksas < 25 there really is just a hard and fast dictum most the time to Vibesmaxx and have a Normal One John Mulaney until you’ve schlonged at least a few loads of oxytocin in the bih, as the thing about most normie / artsy women is that unless they’re specifically doing shrooms or w/e they’re bssically ALWAYS vibesmaxxing and virtually NEVER thinking about their own thoughts from a third person vantage point, let alone the thoughts of others. And even most normie guys are kind of like this tbh unless they’re in a high stakes situation—consider how they’re always blown away by that one bar scene in A Beautiful Mind for instance; that’s because most of them unironically take all social interchange completely at face value and intracontextually—which tbh I hesitate to knock given most of the time NOT doing so is what gets a feller drawn into soul-shredding recursive Talmud spirals. But it’s also just self-evidently true that being able to walk into a “scene” with some basic understanding of Frame and Narrative and Trajectory is oftentimes more than any other thing what lets you do cool and interesting shit in life e.g. get inside a hot young piece of ass.
Those of you who read All Sex is Rape will likely anticipate where I am going with this… namely that whenever you pay court to a gal who processes shit primarily in terms of vibes, whether that’s some normie bih your own age running Neverland’s HR department or an art hoe born during Katrina who’s basically just a pixie dust crack baby at this point, then fucking her will pretty much ALWAYS involve some turn of events wherein if babygirl had Professor X access to your thoughts there’s a p dece chance the entire thing would very suddenly register to her as a hell of a lot more rape-adjacent than it did initially. Because as a rule on dates pretty much all men will perform a certain casualness / spontaneity (e.g. “sprezzatura”) to make the girl Comfortable and proffer runway for attraction to develop organically—either intentionally as a “game” thing or more organically as the result of centuries of ambient cultural messaging to men re: how to comport oneself while pursuing women, which in practice means internalizing the same heuristics as Redpill guys but seeing them more like e.g. not farting in front of her as opposed to something super ideological. Either way it’s basically a form of Straussianism that would lowkey ruin men and either make us seem way too scary or like needy desperate cumgoblins if the underlying strategery were fully legible to women. And even beyond that there’s also just the basic mechanics of seduction, which always has at least a bit of a rapey valence to it insofar as you’re obviating bae’s agency to a large extent just in the sense of pulling her into your own frame (which btw is like 99% of heterosexuality more generally) in a way virtually no modern woman is honest with herself about. For instance it often will involve a conquest narrative where babygirl subtextually and half-consciously engineers her own Taking in a plausibly deniable way ChatGPT and 5’6 Tide Guys would likely read as rape at first glance, but also every feller reading these words has at some point had a lass say to him ~I’m not having sex with you…~ in a manner that sounded like she meant it only for the selfsame night to end up as one his life’s better lovemaking sessions overall for reasons only the most deluded of NPR-listening tardos could ever chalk up to anything but the blisteringly obvious fact that basically all human sexuality revolves around Rape being hot as shit. It’s always hottest when it feels like genuine conquest, and esp when it kind of just is tbh—and like specifically in a way that makes all the wholesome chungus guys reading this born prior to 1990 uncomfortable because as a rule you’re all sort of gay and think of sex in terms of cringe reddit contracts and safewords and faggoty terms like “dom” and “sub” and anywho point is this is all lowkey its own Straussian thing if I’m honest as in practice “kinksters” or whatever tend to be like ugly fat chicks most of the time whereas actually hot girls will in general be quite vanilla overall but then once in a blue moon will feel the urge to get Raped by a dude who legit Scares her and will very genuinely Hurt Her as opposed to a wholesome Reddit dungeon master who doesn’t call black people niggers and so will set up this situation (or far more commonly Innocently Exist around a feller who will) to procure that but also idk there’s probs way too many old people and tendiesexual Tide Guys even on Substack to talk about this malarkey candidly on account of guys who’ve never been Scary Cock before literally always having the absolute gayest fucking takes about women. But anyway long story short is that 99% of seduction scripts regardless how tempestuous / cloying their consummation will in some way involve the man game theoretically nudging bae down a rabbit hole that ends pretty inexorably on his johnson, with her in a vibesy fugue state that precludes even basic awareness of his maneuvering. This fugue is for the most part entirely opaque to her and sure as shit will be to him—the purpose of which is to cultivate plausible deniability as to her level of participation since A) it’s to most people way hotter to feel like you’re Taking Her; B) it lets her abrogate her own agency and still feel like the Good Girl by being quasi-performatively uWu which ensures her reputation doesn’t take a hit if it ends up being a bad puss investment (which for most women is just a necessary hedge in a post-Seinfeld ecology); and C) it makes everything a lot more gay / jewish / floating which lets both parties detach more easily by saying nothing meant anything which is a necessary grease to Yglesian grey goo neoliberalism. Thing is tho once you do fuck her basically anything you did to get there is kind of now a Charming Rapscallion Story by definition since once you’ve Won you’ve Won and the gals respect themselves a Winner; as a rule False Rape Accusations are probs 10% as common as False Consent Accusations.
Generally most relationships wherein bae is ackshully attracted to you and not just settling for a dude who’s easy to control / milk and she’ll probs dead bedroom or cuck at some point will involve you setting the entire relationship script from start to finish with her being so cartoonishly submissive that to any sufficiently informed outside party (including loads of men far more domineering than you since we’re basically all just huge hypocritical faggotrons deep down tbh) it would almost certainly read as you taking advantage of her. Because most of the time with the fairer sex it’s always kind of Feast or Famine and anything in between is an unstable equilibrium that inevitably lands in one camp or the other. When the power dynamic is ostensibly “equal” it’s basically always a situation where power is shifting back and forth but the balance stays illegible beneath a flattened icy ontologically lesbian WASP script. Because at the end of the day most women won’t properly respect let alone yearn to gargle the splooge of any peenoid who CAN’T get away with taking advantage of her—which doesn’t mean she has zero self respect or won’t fight back btw so much as that she’ll fight back while 15-25% consciously wanting very badly to lose since on a basic existential level girls feel they’ve “won” if they’re with a guy who doesn’t need to do anything for her and primarily extracts value overall… which can look like loads of different things in practice; Lana’s early oeuvre has most of them covered if you’re curious. That said most Tide Guys will never have a bih attracted to them for realsies and so instead deal largely with resentful settlers and base their mental model of girl behavior on that dynamic. And frankly the basic health of civilization demands they never see what it looks like on the other side and the Straussian haze remain wholly intact because again the logical endpoint of true and proper clarity for a large part of menfolk genuinely would just be Chunking Charlie. Problem is Straussianism is next to impossible in a digital age with no Boomer Truth Regime to demand you have a Normal One and so practically speaking the ackshual choice is between accepting a certain degree of stochastic terrorism and undoing half of modernity.
Most of the time women born I’d say 1970-1990 are constitutionally incapable of fully metabolizing any of these dynamics because they came up in an era where never breaking ranks and lowkey gaslighting the boyim with Butlerslop was seen as kind of essential to seize power and in general drilled into them so thoroughly that for them it’s not Straussian at all anymore. Whereas women born 1960-1970 and 1990-1995 are basically aware in their teeth Butlerslop is retarded but also tend to feel like Bad Feminists about it, and then before 1960 and after 1995 the only feminism you see is of the cheesy pussy blood magick variety and basically never the aspartame seran wrap variant ubiquitous in the Leia / Ariel generations, and most normie Zoomers girls are honestly sort of trad-adjacent in a slutty way.
That said you can also get basically any girl to admit 2+2=4 once you’ve blown her out a bit in which case she’ll usually just giggle and be like serve king—OR if you make sure to let women off the hook morally and make it entirely clear that you don’t see them as Bad People (which I find kind of gay because I myself am largely coo with girls being evil and just think it’s really annoying we all need to pretend otherwise tho I also completely understand its necessity given Tide Guy madonna whore complexes etc.) and likewise haven’t any real desire to Handmaids Tale em all Back In The Kitchen or e.g. ban them all from wearing shoes hot and sexy as that obviously would be. Meanwhile even the most overtly misogynistic screed in creation can mostly be sanitized to chicks if you just remember to sneer at incels every now and then… that or even just like nonchalantly talk about having sex periodically—yet another potent signal-hacking mechanism girls will eternally take at face value. But yeah by and large with women it’s kind of all about framing and not one whit about substance (though tbf that’s also kind of the case with most men except for like super duper autistic dudes in Eastern Europe).
That said we probs don’t actually want women becoming aware of most of this shit either… or if we do it’s nothing short of essential to offer them gentle lighting as even if women are pretty much always attracted to status qua status for instance it makes them feel a lot less like a retarded grasping whore if they’re also allowed to narrate that in terms of Elvis having a nice smile or w/e which almost certainly does make girls a lot sweeter on the margins given they’re more generally kind of porous and obedient and will usually be whatever they’re told they are. Which btw is why women are so much more susceptible to tarded Butlerslop social construct narratives—for girls a lot of their behavior ackshully is socially trained on account of womanny cognition being so splendidly groomable, hence why it’s relatively easy to meme a chickie into getting all hot and bothered when you lick her soles and armpits until she’s asking future boyfrens for that even when they’d honestly rather not. And obviously some women on the extremes of the genetic bell curve will basically always be one thing or another, but more generally they’ll just be whatever their authority figures and more crucially peer group tells them they are… which is why it’s probs not a fantastic idea to force feed women high octane redpills without any mediation via cute and winsome Hansel and Gretel parables . etc. because whenever girls realize both A) most men are rapey crypto-hebephiles who don’t ever ackshully respect womyn deep down and to the extent men think they do it’s pretty much always either flattening limerence-driven idealization rooted in how she makes him feel or a pathetic Tide Guy fear of bitches borne mostly of cunt privation and attendant reputational insecurity; and B) womyn don’t ackshully have much agency at all in relationships with men they’re really attracted to they frequently become hookers or lesbians or not uncommonly both of those things—and tbh lads can you really blame them? It’s really just the distaff equivalent to our own archetypal blackpill spiral, but it hits them a lot deeper if anything because they’re so porous and permeable. Like just look at Zoomettes for instance; they grew up with half the boys in class spouting Andrew Tate talking points and now they’re both significantly more hookery and waaaaaaaaaay more dykey than Millennial chicks ever were at the same age—mostly in a rly cute soft way in both instances, mind you, but idk almost every Zoomer girl in general kind of just acts exactly how Millennial girls act if they got aggressively molested.
It’s kind of a cliche in these circles to say Women Don’t Have Agency.
This is trivially true just in the thin game theoretic sense I laid out in the eponymous essay linked above—e.g. whether or not women ackshully have agency men need to act as though they don’t as girls are free to abrogate their agency at basically any time and in many cases will be hugely reputationally incentivized to do so.
That said there’s also a far thicker sense in which it’s true, because women as a rule are way too vibesy and floating to have agency in the masculine sense—they’re too desperate to be seen as Good People / be liked / not cause fights, and not infrequently are also kind of hilariously insecure about guys not taking them seriously. And so they’ll change their opinions on a dime and get memed into all kinds of dumb bullshit by stronger personalities… and even still they’ll derive nigh-totalistic social power from unreciprocated Tide Guy desire, but that’s also literally the only card they have—and it’s not even an especially good one from their perspective cause once THEY’RE the ones gripped by real desire just watch how fast these silly babies start acting like thirsty pajeet incels and diving face-first into empty swimming pools.
Most women are on some level desperate for a man to Lead them not just sexually but epistemically, ontologically, and above all morally, because he can absorb the psychic and reputational cost of Being Mean in a way she never can. Without a dude giving them that fuckability is the only thing gals have offering any leverage to stand up for themselves, and the moment they lose that they’re eternally Hillary Clinton at best.
That said being kind of autistic I’m obv looking at it from a deeply Solar perspective—clearly a woman could say just as credibly that Men Don’t Have Agency because we’re highkey ruled by our dicks… and also have a pretty hilarious tendency to think of other guys as monstrous rapey savages for sending literally the exact same texts we do to bitches and as such are easily baited into white knighting… and then in the same way womyn need to be seen as Good we need to be seen as Strong or everyone and their mom will smell blood in the water and swim over lookin to torture us and mb rape our dickhole a bit as a treat which means in practice most menfolk won’t say anything at all when you hurt them since doing so is incel-coded especially in cishajnal ecologies where as a rule the stiff upper lip is the only acceptable mode of masculinity and speaking of if any of this is a problem at all it’s entirely one of toxic masculinity.
All of that functionally limits male freedom of action quite a lot in practice, such that on a tactical day-to-day level your modal Tide Guy at least is probs a lot less agentic than your average woman. That said the Tide Guy also knows full well he’s a lying little faggot, whereas the ladies as a rule are blissfully unaware of their fleshlight fugue, and that very opacity is in some sense the fundament of the entire complex.
But anyway I’m not really advocating for any kind of “cultural change” here or whatever, as in general I think it’s all downstream of tech in a pretty deterministic way and you can’t really change people’s response to incentives so much as lightly nudge said incentives and focus on raising the best castle you can for yourself.
That said I think generally speaking subsequent generations of men are gonna be more and more asymmetric Have and Have Nots with the latter growing ever more Charliekilling while the girls continue to act concomitantly more molested unless we can figure out a way to handle this kind of shit without Aspartame Straussianism.
But even that framing feels kind of pat and Millennial tbh.
The truth is we’re kind of just transitioning into a more barbarous yet vital epoch where it’s mostly winner take all and The Trvth doesn’t especially matter anymore.
So either steel yourself for that now or start eating the cum of someone who can.
I love your articles, walt.
I keep trying to understand this gibbgerish, which probably means that I am taking it way too seriously.