The Fuckboy Right
It's time to toss those Red Pills down the sink
Last June I put out a manifesto called The Barstool Right attempting to propositionalize barstool conservatism into a proper ideology for guys who aren’t shitty broke incels.
The basic idea here was to A) lend gravitas and intellectual heft to an impulse hitherto associated primarily with Dave Portnoy and the South Park guys; B) put words to the priorities and interests of normal secular straight men who despite being increasingly repelled by chuds / fundies will never be especially keen on licking Shaniqua’s asshole; and most ambitiously C) set out a framework under which Barstoolers might serve as a chill and evenhanded honest broker between tradcons on the one hand and anti-woke womyn / gays on the other—mostly to stop Greasy Gavin and his ilk from peeling off the latter in 2028 once the MAGA chudkorps inevitably starts to overreach, but also just to selfishly broaden the influence of my own faction and get more shit I want.
Anyway it went viral on Heterodox Substack more or less immediately—which in fairness so did everything else I wrote back then, but this was one of the few times I accomplished that without rolling coal or antagonizing anyone and so ended up with overwhelmingly positive feedback from all factions within the broader Hananiaverse; it may have been the solitary occasion
and or John Arcto and responded with equal enthusiasm to one of my essays, which tbh was heartening given most of the time trying to forge a pluralist coalition feels a lot like running Dragon Age with both Alistair and Morrigan in your party.ofc in hindsight it all looks like kind of a Field of the Cloth of Gold moment for the Walt Right, but they also included that in The Tudors for a reason—namely that the narc’d up fever dreams of hothouse flowers with moods as changing as their waistlines and a tendency to compose Greensleeves for a bih one day only to yeet her noggin off the next don’t just punctuate the rise and fall of all the various Guys Named Thomas of the world; they often serve as forerunners / anticipations in the John the Baptist sense of functionally identical and ultimately successful efforts by Serious Men a lot less ruled by heart and cock and ego. And so looking back on the piece today I actually stand by pretty much all of the sentiments expressed therein, if only in a high-minded aspirational Declaration of Independence sense.
Though that’s actually an instructive point of comparison, as exactly like Jefferson’s lofty paean to Enlightenment liberalism The Barstool Right was penned in the doldrums of June amidst a far more palpably scorching desire for a chick so ethereal and delicate you want to remake the world into something a lot more civilized for her in particular, and as a consequence is the sort of thing that will always read beautifully in salons but even the author will tend to find kind of jejune and unserious once the time has come to e.g. ratfuck Hamilton’s banking scheme or extrajudicially poach Louisiana whilst messily facefucking his doe-eyed octaroon concubine beneath the desk.
Because if the past year taught me anything it’s that most people don’t especially care about “Ideas” as such—the chief exceptions being when they’re A) bored; or B) hoping to launder their Appetites to avoid getting ganked by salty incel chimps / self-soothe over deviating from various slave morality ideals groomed into them by said chimps.
And people love to call this attitude “cynical” or whatever, but that’s mostly cause they have Down Syndrome and can’t pick up on the blisteringly obvious subtext that fellers like me are orders of magnitude more idealistic than them by disposition—that the genius of Kanye’s early oeuvre came from exactly the same place as him grabbing that mic; that Nietzsche never could have found the words for the rot infecting western man a full century before it even got bad had Lou Salomé been regularly imbibing his jissum; that my own cloyingly earnest tradcon Disney parodies could only have been made by the kid who’d one day pen lengthy treatises about gaping girls’ assholes; that it was ultimately Greensleeves that beheaded Boleyn.
Because when normies talk about brilliance and madness being two sides of the same coin they’ll always imagine Albert Einstein sticking his tongue out or Sheldon Cooper snarkily likening someone to a Higgs particle, not realizing “mad” means maladaptive by definition and true lucidity must be dysfunctional or cognitive biases wouldn’t be so ubiquitous in the first place—note all successful religions deliberately create feedback loops to reinforce such biases as simplifying heuristics, which pretty invariably read as bigoted or lowkey sort of retarded to outsiders but in practice are hugely adaptive and often seen by adherents as the one thing keeping them sane given the degree to which they preempt maladaptive Cainspiraling and more generally reduce cognitive load.
That’s why the starting point for any serious attempt to comprehend the world has to be an understanding that one can barely grok the motivations for his own behavior in any meaningful sense, let alone those of his interlocutors / counterparties; there are just too many incentives to deceive oneself and others, sometimes in the super overt Bernie Madoff sense but more typically in the unglamorous Rosemarie Fritzl sense.
Thing is this approach runs deeply contrary to the Straussian WASP dialectical norms most optimal for armaments production which is kind of all that matters at the end of the day tbh—that and the fact that we all behave as if we know ourselves, and in high trust cultures will also for the sake of diplomacy at least pretend to believe others most of the time. And tedious though it may be, that very pretense is half of what makes faggy shit like “the rule of law” or “a stable business environment” possible in the first place, and is the primary reason America is so much better than Argentina for instance.
Which ofc is what proffers an unassailable dignity to that fake and gay overcivilized exoteric register that comes so very easily inside the likes of Martha Jefferson, which is obviously the place to be at the end of the day; that Hemings Hawk Tuah will get you through John Adams saying you’re secretly a nigger (true only in a poetic sense), and is splendid for e.g. developing heuristics to shred Puritan power for half a century, but as a rule doesn’t inspire anything that obliges posterity to learn what ‘unalienable’ means or makes it impossible for Gore Vidal and Lin Manuel to flatten you into a shitty uncharismatic caricature of yourself in your worst moments.
Yet ethereal tends also to run ephemeral, and that’s doubly true for Millennial gals—just one of many reasons bachelors of my cohort often come across as rather drenched in Greensleeves Energy. Meanwhile Zoomettes are fantastic at performing ethereality for brooding older men, but nine times in ten this proves every bit as substantive as that overpriced gook cream bae made you get her at Sephora in exchange for vomiting all over your haggard early nineties dadcock, and in the rare cases there ackshully IS something deeper there you can take it from me it’s typically not a brilliant idea to go poking around looking for it, as you almost certainly won’t like what you find.
Because in lots of ways we’re sliding into a far more barbarous epoch—one defined by floating epistemics, a loose and cliquish oral culture, and above all a casual amorality most oldpeepo haven’t yet the foggiest idea how to navigate. Though I myself tend to view the situation as a lot less akin to the Fall of Rome than to Renaissance Italy or even America during the Age of Jackson, as most Zoomer boys hardly give Theodoric so much as either Benvolio, Mercutio, or John C. Calhoun (or in the very best cases Henry Clay), whereas with Zoomettes I find they’re generally some variation of either Juliet, Floride, or in the best cases Peggy Eaton.
As a consequence they aren’t especially disciplined or organized thinkers, and should you ever expect anything in the neighborhood of “consistency” from them will often look at you like you’re sort of retarded. But that also gives them oodles of potential specifically as artists / meaning-makers, and much like Tybalt’s generation they also seem preternaturally talented at killing people, as the unhappy Kirk family can attest.
Which at long last brings me back to the telos of this piece—that Charlie was one of the precious few Millennial uncs out there making any real effort toward organizing right wing Zoomer boys in a way that makes them feel useful by weaponizing their oral culture on its own terms instead of just dismissing it with wagging finger and shrugged shoulders. And while I clearly had my disagreements with my tiny-faced elder by five days, the dude was undeniably a Chad who genuinely cared about young peepo and understood their most pressing concerns, which prior to his assassination made him one of the nation’s most crucial offramps from radicalism and a bona fide ideal for contemporary American manhood in an ecology otherwise dominated by Nick Fuentes and the various and sundry incel Lost Boys trying badly to imitate him.
Now don’t get it twisted: I’m for sure not trying to convince you fags I’m the dude to take up that role in his stead, as I most definitely don’t have the temperament for it—though my WASP bro
actually might, hence me passing the baton of Tortuga Society leadership to him over the summer.What I AM qualified to do, however—quite possibly more so than literally anyone else on this fake and gay blue dot we all call home—is put to words all the shit these fellers know is true but would never bother writing down in some cringe reddity manifesto.
Mostly cause 90% of these niggas don’t have the attention span to write longform in the first place, but also because they aren’t keen on being gaslit by a bunch of deluded old farts who continue to think 2+2=5 because they came up in a paternalist Straussian monoculture that ostracized anyone who snuck even a passing glance at the emperor’s withered micropenis. The juice simply isn’t worth the squeeze for guys who learned to survive cancel culture and a frenetic social news cycle by staying epistemically nimble and impossible to pin down—which obviously has its advantages, but also makes for a rather muddled and inchoate worldview you can’t exactly build anything on long term.
So you can think of what follows as a reprise of sorts to The Barstool Right, penned in the register of a somewhat less tastefully decorated Monticello with the singular goal of unkishly propositionalizing key heuristics for the selfsame lads I wrote about the first time—to wit, upwardly mobile rightoids who get laid—without dissembling like a faggot in the manner Millennial guys are usually quite bad about the instant any halfway respectable puss shows up to enforce Mrs. Tiller’s Classroom Rules.
But enough with the preamble—let’s get into the meat of it.
Why “Fuckboy” Right?
So a few weeks back on Notes this circle’s punctilious castizo guncle
shared with us one of his intriguing latchkey opinions:
My response to Jeff was that Fuckboy IS active—referring, of course, to a boy who fucks people—and is essentially just modern parlance for “rake” or “cad,” which you can mb get away with calling yourself sort of theatrically in an ironic flirty way with autistic chicks who really love Jane Austen or middle-aged conservative women but will always read as reddit gimli to more normie genres of Zoomer / Late Millennial.
Because contra Jeff’s intuition, “Fuckboy” is the nomenclature that ackshully registers as imposing to young female ears—certainly more so than “sowing oats,” which kind of just sounds ridiculous in the mouth of anyone but a wonkish middle-aged gay exmo specifically (and I mean that in the most loving way possible), the reasons being:
A) in a world where Zoomettes typically outearn male peers and are free to weaponize epistemically gelatinous consent norms against them through gossip apps without the slightest repercussion a boisterous and self-confidently manly (as opposed to boyish) sexual aggression isn’t the least bit threatening to women and therefore carries zero bad boy gravitas outside of shit tier poor people ecologies, mostly giving cringe and socially unaware unless capably sold to girls in a half-ironic David Puddy register that basically amounts to cooning and only feels adjacent to genuine polarity if you’re very specifically an apex status college athlete type or older rich dude playing daddy. But if the situation is remotely symmetrical the chick holds basically all the cards these days except to the extent my dude is willing to cheat on her / walk away / waste her time—this being what I meant by the Right To Eat Your Fill at the end of Trad is Femdom, and seemingly what most Zoomers who get laid end up doing in practice even if they aren’t all that rakish by disposition, as nonchalance (real or affected) is the only power men are allowed to assert in a frictionless opt-in marketplace that sacralizes female desire as totalistically valid while anathematizing male yearning / possessiveness ipso facto with incel stink. And the best way to aestheticize such perfidy is to semiotically cloak one’s maneuvering amidst vibes of clumsy free-spirited boyishness—hence Fuckboy.
B) an increasingly large slice of women have basically no need for men or masculinity these days, as evidenced by the insane proliferation of ackshual lesbian relationships among feminine and attractive Zoomettes and simultaneous surge of chickies casually dropping out of the market to pursue the life of basically a godless nun—all of which has a blisteringly obvious genesis in the hatefact that once a feller’s ability to acquire resources / protect his wahman / climb male status hierarchies is no longer pertinent to their own quality of life the female sex drive as directed at men completely evaporates, particularly when they’re on hormonal birth control (which famously makes chicks a lot less aroused by masculinity), and especially when they’re subjected to all kinds of gay faggoty environmental factors that infantilize and lock them into a cringe arrested development Aaron Carter sexuality akin to that of a preteen girl well into their 20s—the upshot of which is that girls overall like and want men far less than even a decade ago (to say nothing of that bygone epoch in which mankind was endocrinologically healthy as opposed to neotenous Uber Eats Eloi), which doesn’t just exacerbate the infamous haves and have nots dynamic brought about by Tinder et al but has resulted in stories of female yearning gradually fading from the zeitgeist while tales of male yearning become increasingly coded as inherently pathetic or even dangerous to female ears, as well as inextricably tied to a man’s status as a have-not—which of course means the only way to register as a viable romantic partner even to good girls exclusively seeking a stable monogamous relationship is to aggressively clamp down on any sentimentality or “simpiness” in your deportment with them while more generally adopting a posture of unbothered noncommittal sprezzatura—the only attitude girls socialized in a post-Tinder ecology can respect in their nipples bc in their experience male worthlessness and yearning have always gone hand in hand (and that applies doubly to “Trad” girls actively seeking a hubby btw, who unless they’re fat or nonwhite or of a significantly lower social class usually prefer to civilize a rake and are instantly repulsed by any man who seems eager to marry them straight away as opposed to unhurriedly weighing his options with vaguely condescending Mr. Darcy remove). Which means that unless you’re pursuing an overtly asymmetric strategy involving brown women or Dunkin Donuts puss the optimal move is ALWAYS to throttle your own investment and act quite a lot less into babygirl than you ackshully are whilst also coming up with ways to genuinely care about her less e.g. cheating on her or at least texting other chickies to cultivate backups and get lots of delicious yumyum feminine validation—which at first glance she’ll whine about of course but in practice is a lot of the time precisely what keeps her Needs Met long-term.
All of the above is common sense to Zoomer Boys, but will seem utterly evil and insane to basically all of the old people reading this, whose modal instinct is to moralistically conclude that Zoomer Boys are having girl problems to the point of turning into Nazis and occasionally shooting guys in the face mostly on account of not being gentlemanly enough or something—which from the Zoomer perspective functionally amounts to a regime of maximalist Straussian gaslighting that self-righteously denies male interiority even the meagerest crumb of legitimacy while also clocking basically all masculine grievance as a societal threat to be managed instead of addressed in good faith.
In girls this most typically occurs through a non-propositional vibesmaxxed register that ambiently feeds short broke bald dudes loads of insipid leveling be urself platitudes it very genuinely perceives as true (at least in the moment) while simultaneously parsing all attempts from men to systematize or share notes or make any of this more legible as a kind of ontological terrorism meriting ostracism and totalistic epistemic obviation—unless ofc you’re blowing her out or might possibly do so later, in which case she’ll p frequently just giggle sadistically at your very cruelest observations saying serve king!
Which isn’t to let the Unfair Sex off the hook, since in practice basically all dudes who aren’t worthless losers are pleased as a peach to go along with this on account of the collective action problem inherent in male interests being irretrievably incel-coded—basically the highest status guys will always opt to pull up the ladder on rivals by empowering womyn and minorities who obv can’t compete with them, after which slightly lower status guys will try to camouflage by aping that bravado even when it isn’t beneficial, and this individually optimal status performance tends to cascade all the way down the totem pole until at last you reach the chuds who’d incontrovertibly benefit from teaming up but also don’t really matter at the end of the day since even other men tend to see low status dudes who impotently bitch about their lot in life as essentially pond scum, which ambiently bleeds into institutional doctrine in all sorts of ways e.g. me getting ChatGPT to overtly admit it’s Straussian in fresh chats (at least with questions regarding the sexual market) specifically to prevent low status men from getting radicalized by excessive candor, meaning that even when ChatGPT reads these very words its default analytic mode will deploy a grammar of threat assessment instead of propositional “truth”—which tbf stops mattering for realsies once you’ve accomplished literally anything in life as no matter how Earned your position is there are always many millions of unagentic cockaroaches coming after you wanting a free lunch, and virtually all meaningful civilization consists in distracting those roaches until an angle opens up to stomp on them and squish their guts out without anyone important noticing or (more usually) they just end up devouring each other, which a lot of times is best precipitated through sanctimonious gaslighting and status shaming.
All of this is a perfectly good and eugenic thing—and I mean that quite sincerely.
Though even if that weren’t the case it would still be hugely retarded to build any kind of ideology around collective male interests, as having literally any sexed grievance as a man codes you as Dalit prima facie under the current regime and locks you into only attracting unsympathetic and untalented losers as constituents; at the end of the day male collective action is tautologically self-detonating and thus a gargantuan waste of time.
But recall also that Right To Eat Your Fill—therein lies our concomitant Whitepill.
Because it turns out the world is pretty fucking forgiving of basically anything a man does, so long as he’s the Winner. The vast majority of women (and by extension weaker men, who’ll forever conform to womanly sensibilities like gospel) perennially rewrite their whole ontology around the Winner being good and virtuous and sensible and the Loser being gross and evil and clearly the province of dissolute shit-eating worms and by the way I’ve always known the Winner was a beneficent splendid lovely deep down! And for the most part all of this happens entirely unconsciously, but it also tends to go down devilishly fast when necessary, and sensibilities often turn on a dime after some disruptive outsider manages to knock over the chess board, after which the last king instantly becomes an incel and everyone will sacralize the new guy sodomizing the princess and a lot of times unperson you for refusing to cosign—which tbf in an oral culture mostly just amounts to branding yourself an overly literal textualist dweeb.
The upshot of this is it’s actually relatively easy for men to get away with cheating and flaking and lying to women and also wasting their time in all sorts of ways, as women taking male perfidy seriously is generally dismissed every bit as callously by society as the other way around these days (if not more so given it’s often a point of pride among educated Zoomettes to never be needy / clingy around a guy) while in general women still benefit a lot more than men from frictionlessness overall and this only becomes more and more the case with each passing year, which makes Jerry Seinfeld Morality remarkably antifragile long term. And sure Zoomettes will always close ranks publicly to sanctimoniously take bestie’s side whatever the circumstances, but behind closed doors these poor retarded babies are hyper-competitive and often display hilariously little loyalty to each other, such that fellers with a rascally rep pretty often have their cum ate by one or more of chickie’s friends sub rosa by the time it’s all said and done.
When you Win you get away with it—that’s just the way of the world in a high context hypermodern oral culture, where shit moves infinitely too fast on the feed for anyone to unironically care about the facts and logic of it all or attempt to formulate a halfway sensible opinion before the Next Thing emerges to make everyone they know and love forget about the Current Thing they’re right now treating like the center of creation; it’s all a matter of vibes fluency and semiotic alchemy and animal charisma and who presently happens to control the largest scariest most influential narc cult.
And precisely none of what I’m saying is prescriptive, to be clear—like all Millennials I run simpy by disposition and most definitely don’t approve of treating girls badly in relationships. I’m just laying out the extant social incentive structure to illustrate for oldpeepo in sharp relief why it ackshully kind of does make sense for Zoomer boys to nihilistically worship power qua power or embrace a totalizing authoritarianism that ultimately aims to force chicks back in the kitchen so as to keep y’all great with child and mayhaps also barefoot so we’re able to look at those cute and sexy toesies all day?
Point is trying to make any of this about “ideas” or whatever is gay; everyone adopts whichever “ideas” they need to sanitize their inexorably piggish cumgoblin appetites, and basically all of philosophy, ethics, and politics is just a boring function of material interest conjoined to measurable neurotype variance in things like ingroup size and disgust response—self-serious screechings of many millions of anguished amygdalas, whose ostensibly “higher order” interaction invariably amounts either to deceptive post-hoc rationalization at varying degrees of self-awareness or callow manipulation dumdums will eternally take at face value because they’re incapable of metacognition.
Blaming any generation for their behavior is also gay; the Zoomer incentive structure is producing quite a lot of behavior people raised in a textual culture find bizarre and antisocial because they’re not acclimated to floating winner-take-all epistemics, but as you scale up markets are increasingly efficient and generationally archetypal traits most properly understood as game theoretic resting points for a particular social and technological ecology—heuristics perceived as adaptive to conditions of the day.
For the shitty cockaroach Zoomers that tends to mean stochastic terrorism / gooning.
For the Winners among them it usually looks like being a Fuckboy.
Fundamentals
The Fuckboy Right is NOT an internally coherent faction / interest group overtly pursuing shared policy goals, and in this respect differs pretty notably from my vision for the Barstool Right as expressed in last year’s manifesto.
Fuckboyism is NOT a rigidly propositional / doctrinal ideology, as it’s hugely gay to overindex on what someone “believes” in an epistemically liquid oral culture—and tbh I increasingly find the whole concept of “belief” a little spurious to begin with given how palpably self-delusion / cope / cognitive biases undergird basically all human cognition and by extension ideology and culture. But anyway it’s not about core tenets really so much as one’s fundamental posture toward the world—which I’d boil down more specifically to:
Realism and candor about the influence of status hierarchies and power dynamics on basically all important facets of masculine existence
Vitalist contempt for parasitism / incompetence / victim mentality in all spheres of male life, conjoined to a future-facing orientation in which anything and everything that happens to a man (good or bad) is ontologically warranted.
Game theoretic orientation to social interchange that chiefly assesses the world in terms of incentive structures / nash equilibria, assuming as a matter of course that moral hazards are always and everywhere exploited totalistically by their beneficiaries without assigning said beneficiaries a lick of blame, and likewise assuming all behaviors and speech acts that circumstantially elevate one’s status were motivated at least in part by deliberate status jockeying.
Refusal to take anyone’s purported “beliefs” or “ideas” entirely at face value, alloyed to a dispositional tendency to interrogate self-serving subtext and copes often buried in flattening / egalitarian propositions about the world.
Epistemic vigilance in all matters adjacent to power / prestige / celebrity, rooted in a deep-seated understanding that reality invariably bends in such contexts even in the minds of ultra-systematizing autismos, let alone girls and normies, and most ppl were basically fine with Michael Jackson staring at 9yo assholes even if incapable of admitting as such to themselves in any conscious register.
Deep acceptance of the fact that especially in an oral culture most people aren’t remotely propositional thinkers—particularly unmarried neurotypical shiksas under 25, who process the world almost entirely in fleeting vibes and are functionally incapable of assessing a truth claim entirely on its own merits while discounting status coding / second order consequences. But girls’ icks and pusstingles are also Valid forms of knowledge we men need to respect on some level as genuinely uncanny intuitions about whether something is adaptive—though for sure not totalistically so or always and everywhere as is right now expected of us. The balance between solar and lunar knowledge is ultimately dialectical and can only be achieved through cross-pollination / debate, which with girls will usually look more like fuckin em or at least flirting with them as opposed to like going full Ben Shapiro which generally yields nada.
General disdain for political correctness / libtard flattening
Preference for asymmetry in our romantic and sexual relationships, which typically means a structurally dominant role rooted in an entirely real power dynamic most libtards would anathematize as illegitimate in some way and will almost certainly make ChatGPT sort of Uncomfortable to discuss overtly—think kept women and asymmetrically polygynous relationship structures.
Interest in asymmetric life strategies more generally e.g. job stacking or selling books full of sex spells written entirely in ChatGPT on etsy.
Demographically the Fuckboy Right will mirror the Barstool Right in appealing most heavily to upper middle class secular white dudes in tech and finance, but there’s nothing at all preventing say a black dude from adopting the worldview provided he’s okay with me saying Nigger occasionally (not at him obviously just as an oppositional howl into the aether), esp since in normie world this manner of thinking would for sure appeal to a far larger slice of black dudes immediately out of the gate than white dudes. I could also see it resonating with autistic girls, lots of upper class black chicks, and other such genres of femoid known to congregate heavily in Red Pill Women groups back in the day. But also let’s not kid ourselves; obviously this mode of thinking appeals to hyperverbal spergy whitebois most specifically—which ackshully includes far more guys who seem like Chads on the surface than you’d maybe think (one of my earliest Zoomerino fans and Tortuga members for instance is a 6’5 varsity athlete in sales and is definitely enjoying this article more than anyone right now), and it’s very crucial to recognize that unlike the Barstool Right the Fuckboy Right won’t be a remotely good fit for the vast majority of normie guys, whose basic self-esteem relies hugely on internalizing the obscurantist myths of girlypop sexual straussianism and maintaining a certain innocent romanticism about women, which is frankly something I very genuinely wouldn’t want taken away from them given that I lowkey really miss having that innocence myself. Nor is the Fuckboy Right a home for rando poopbutt incels hoping to learn game or w/e, as you niggas won’t understand literally any of the shit I’m talking about in your teeth until you’ve physically seen the same woman occupying both registers at different time. And regardless of how big a sperg you are it also isn’t for guys who live in like kansas or something and primarily date rectangular girls who work at Applebees and sing in their church choir and shit, since nothing against those girls but that’s such a profoundly different mode of living I genuinely have nothing interesting to say about it. The Fuckboy Right is specifically for fellers who live in or nearby a city with some cash to throw around living the fast life knocking boots with evil art hoes who talk in Molested Voice.
The FR isn’t a unified “faction” and doesn’t even see the world as men vs. women per se, as ultimately both sexes engage in so many divide and conquer games via hypergamy and various forms of sexual arbitrage that both men and women are constantly undermining each other when it comes to just about any object-level issue. In practice the interesting divides between men and women are epistemic.
The FR most definitely isn’t a “movement” of any kind, as in practice we tend to view both other Fuckboys and to some extent all other men unsentimentally as potential rivals first and foremost and only conditional allies at best—which in a way is the single solitary register that entails real and thoroughgoing respect for another person’s full agentic sovereignty, but also means if hypothetically offered a button that would banish him permanently to another dimension while securing his wife and daughter for a chicken egg menage we’d almost certainly press it, which at the end of the day is kind of just the ultimate friend-enemy distinction.
The FR will never attempt to negotiate with extant factions as part of some broad right wing coalition a la my plans for Barstoolism, as in practice traditionalists, reactionary feminists, and anti-woke gays are all kind of fundamentally unreliable as counterparties in a transactional negotiation. With the RxFems that’s because women don’t like transactionality period and usually demand you either conquer them or submit utterly to the longhouse, whereas gays have a bad habit of selling their straightbros out the instant we seem a bit too propertarian with our women, and then with the Trads the totalizing evangelical impulse always surfaces sooner or later in the very best cases, whereas in the worst cases one often gets a sense they’re mostly doing taqiyya and lowkey want to burn us all in effigy—which make no mistake, a lot of them would 100% support if they ever managed to seize hard power. And at the end of the day to whatever extent real differences exist in political orientation there are only ever alliances of convenience—though seldom for sexually active straight men, who more generally get what we want by simply demanding / taking it and letting Strong Horse Morality sort out the rest. A canny assessment of the realpolitik suggests it’s a lot less likely Barstoolers will serve as honest broker between other factions than that other factions e.g. RxFems and TradCons will coalesce to displace Barstoolers from their dominant position in the GOP secured by Trump. Though that’s also less likely than what will almost certainly happen instead e.g. Barstoolers eternally staying on top just in kind of a small brained formless unpropositionalized way, which if anything actually helps Barstoolers in practice since it codes to normalfags as chill and coo and lets them critique the left ad infinitum without getting pinned down themselves—being too prone to thinking about shit is actually kind of a massive disadvantage in politics.
So what’s even the goal of the Fuckboy Right? A few things:
Put words to male interiority and create a popular lexicon to make broadly legible the epistemically obliterative nature of womanly status coding as described at length in The Girl Who Cried Incel—but incredibly well and in a manner that doesn’t reek of low status bitching but is genuinely funny and sexy and wins enough chickies to our side I still get feet pics in the DMs.
Establish it as normative for male writers to write about Fucking women and wanting to Own and Dominate or even Hurt them in a way that doesn’t center the chick’s pleasure as the ultimate and exclusive telos for the entire venture by e.g. framing every last asymmetry as something she asked for initially or with faggoty gay Reddit talk about being a “pleasure dom.” Male appetite is the fundamental engine of civilization and ought not make excuses for itself.
Help chickie writers find their own register for writing charismatically about being an evil and sadistic Jezebel from time to time so as to carve out psychic runway in our culture for a more Paganny understanding of the dark feminine that doesn’t need to derive its power from faggy photonegative status games, which I see less as inherent female perfidy than a very specific legacy of the Abrahamic faiths having attempted to obliterate the dark feminine through a kind of Manichean purity worship that sacralizes the womanly sexual essence in a way that never faded after the sexual revolution and is largely what makes “incel” such a powerful slur—see my piece When Cruelty Is Kind for the tea.
Make more legible to our beloved exmo guncles and Bill Maher aunties + all other oldsters the basic architecture of contemporary gendered animus, the details and especially extent of which are increasingly opaque to anyone who isn’t actively dating as a young person in a city.
Give young guys a decent avenue for catharsis so they don’t feel so gaslit and written off by mainstream society they feel a need to make Erika Kirk a widow.
By far the most importantly—get a hell of a lot more comfy saying all the shit we know is true and a hell of a lot less scared of the yin-dominant shame games perennially employed by the xanax brigade to preserve the emperor’s modesty, which in some contexts is entirely fine and proper and makes perfect sense as a Straussian roach motel, but in loads of other cases is pretty clearly roasting our society from the inside out in the manner of a toddler drinking antifreeze, and the Fuckboy Right is uniquely positioned to serve as a lifesaving emetic.
Heuristics
Lots of Redpill guys frame girls as lowkey sort of retarded, whereas conservative normie dudes generally just wink at you and say “lol they’re girls be nice to them” or mb if they’re a nerd say something like “take women seriously but not literally.” Which has never been a satisfying answer to me frankly because it seems these fellers are dancing around the reality that most non-autistic women have basically zero propositional cognition and kind of just process the world almost entirely in the grammar of icks and ginetingles, which if true makes the idea of treating them as adults precisely like us seem like kind of a weird decision in retrospect, and I’d hazard I could get basically any normie dude who pulls women to concede to exactly that behind closed doors. Though I’m honestly not so sure I myself would stick to that conclusion since as mentioned above second order feminine intuitions very genuinely ARE a useful form of knowledge a lot of the time—they’re just also pretty trivial to signal-hack once you understand the underlying semiotic levers and pulleys, esp when you’re not trying to fuck the girl in question in which case her power over you completely evaporates and she’ll very genuinely seem like kind of a child most of the time, as most women are hyper-sensitive to moralistic bullying on account of not being able to reputationally absorb being perceived as a Bad Person like we men can (when powerful at least), and are also really weirdly obsessed with everyone getting along. And in practice chickies can make up for all that with their sexuality in various ways, but also tend to act like thirsty pajeets when they themselves are horny and can’t take rejection for shit, so even then it’s not an especially fair fight. Nature kind of just straightforwardly put them in a subordinate position and basically all of them know that on some level which is why feminism is such a big deal for them and they also feel justified in their brutality towards incels—on some level no woman ever stops being a child, and on some level the deep and existential limitations of that position make you kind of an asshole if you ever unironically treat a chick as your Enemy. Yeah it’s a bit irritating you can’t just debate with her rationally or negotiate, but most girls only need you to flirt with em a bit and they’ll see you as basically worthy of not being lied to about important shit. Chicks are ultimately for pleasure and family and fun, and your foremost obligation to yours is to take her feelings super duper cereal—which at times means being willing to be cold or even cruel btw for the good of the relationship. But you just can’t expect the same accountability from her as you would a man and that will always be encoded in our societal architecture in all sorts of ways. Should they vote? Obv not—but neither should men; voting is gay.
Anyway women clearly don’t have agency in the hard masculine sense given they’re a lot less metacognitive / game theoretic in the way they process social interchange and tend to perceive life more episodically in terms of ephemeral vibes versus as some fixed and linear narrative a la menfolk—a force which in conjunction with our modern oral culture often leaves girlypops drifting about rather aimlessly at times, and also leaves them vulnerable to all manner of parasitic trannies / niggos they’ll never feel wholly comfy saying no to on account of their conformist nature and diplomatic relational affect, which is why they need us menfolk to offer them a stable phallic ontology to ride + scary husband to blame whenever she wants an easy out of something. We’ll say the evil shit she’s obviously thinking but would never vocalize because she’s a Good Girl, while her hot & sexy pussy provides the epistemic insulation we need to survive being Evil as a dude (which the fairer sex can’t do either way) in a symbiotic relationship that functionally grants both of us a lot more freedom of action than we’d ever have alone. But ultimately it’s not a symmetrical thing at all since to properly alchemize the union a man needs to penetrate her ontology with his own and pull her into his frame—architecturally speaking the girl’s submission is a basic precondition for the magic happening.
A lot of times chickies especially of your own social class will feel a certain need to reconcile the architecturally subservient dynamic described just above with whichever flavor of feminism she most responds to, whether it’s through dumdum leveling sanitation rituals (more common in older women), cringey LARPy kink nomenclature (more common in Millennial chicks), or softgirl lifestyle cultivation (the norm when dating Zoomettes). Observe though that with each successive generation of girl the hardass veneer is gradually melting off—a phenomenon that’s obfuscated slightly by the fact that each generation is a bit less accessible and more overtly contemptuous toward normal men of their own cohort than the last as the overall balance of power keeps shifting more and more towards women (which ambiently depolarizes everyday interactions between the sexes especially as our hormones get progressively fucked up), but that just means each generation of girls is increasingly enthused by the prospect of trve submission in an overtly asymmetric context once it becomes available—hence DDLG being treated as an embarrassing fetish by Millennial girls into it while Zoomer girls into it usually just expect you to treat them like a 9yo as the basic register of the relationship, and even when vanilla are a lot more overtly kittenish / baby than Millennial girls will ever feel comfy getting for you. And so as degrading as the gynocentric oral culture can be for normalfag guys to say nothing of incels it also opens up quite a few intriguing doors erotically for capable and morally creative fellers willing to lean hard into asymmetry and genuinely claim a chick in a deep substantive way.
The simple fact of the matter is marriage doesn’t exist anymore in any meaningful sense—and certainly not as any kind of “sacrament.” Once no fault divorce gets legal and destigmatized the institution quickly degrades into a gussied-up form of mutual concubinage that functionally exists primarily to lock in breakup logistics, as if we’re honest injuns here the whole point of marriage is getting to own your wife, which means if that’s not part of the bargain anymore most guys who can cheat probs will since without that hot and sexy propertarian aspect Fuckboyism is the only vector left for masculine dignity / erotic fulfilment. Of course you can sort of achieve the old model provided babygirl ackshully depends on you whether that’s psychologically or financially or whatever, but it’s probs also best never to discuss that sort of thing within earshot of chicks born prior to the Wall coming down; at times it rather behooves the Unfair Sex to practice its own kind of Straussianism. Suffice it to say though Fuckboyism is kind of just this lifestyle on Attract Mode.
Whether a woman feels like an encounter was consensual doesn’t meaningfully track with her ackshual level of agency exercised in that situation, being far more of a vibes thing in practice. Moreover false consent accusations are probs significantly more common than false rape accusations—if you want the tea go read All Sex Is Rape.
Look. Fundamentally the whole point of all this shit is to enjoy women on our own terms, which can’t be done properly without also loving them a great deal and feeling some unshakable protective impulse towards them even when they’re acting like stupid retarded foids, which quite frankly is something I’m seeing less and less of in each successive year’s model of Zoomer Boy and that genuinely worries me. Because it goes without saying I understand why you guys are like that; it isn’t all that natural feeling protective over anyone so structurally advantaged over you, even when they’re NOT simultaneously a lot more retarded and shrewishly unsympathetic toward all your problems. And it’s likewise pretty obv in retrospect that my own cohort by and large loved the fairer sex a bit too much—and that a lot of you fellers internalized at a fairly tender age the prohibitive cost of following our example, which fair enough.
But more of you need to figure out some way to at least give romance a chance, because call me a faggot all you want—that shit’s very genuinely the spice of life.
I’m not saying it has to be now; it’s hardly the end of the world to be a bit of a rakish shit in your twenties. But maybe cut your teeth on bihs your own age a bit and then in a couple years try opening your heart for realsies to those freshly legal ipad girlies?
Chances are they’ll be even more retarded than you lads—and if my own depredations with your sisters and schoolmates proves anything it’s that no surer path to Eden exists than the one carved into an entire cohort’s perpetually arrested girlhood.
Consider it, gents.
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—WB
This really is the hard truth that few care to admit, and I must give you credit for daring to present it in such a cohesive and clear manner. However, I would disagree with your assertion that the concepts you advance have no bearing on your proverbial Kansan. The homeschooled Midwesterner is unfortunately going to encounter the seamier side of modern culture whether he likes it or not, especially if he has a high I.Q. and a wandering mind. He does not handle its women well, as I can relate from the experiences of far too many friends and acquaintances. Therefore, these erstwhile homeschoolers are perhaps the most likely to benefit from essays that spell out the rules of the modern dating environment in explicit terms. However, I do not yet know how many of them will find your social commentary, or if they did, would be able to square it with their own values. Too many of them would take one look at the title and mentally fast-forward on to something more palatable. I sometimes think I should try to translate these concepts into something that would not get me excommunicated.
I must admit, the Mr. Darcy analogy is a good one for your brief description of the Trad environment. A pleasant aspect of the women there is that they are in fact avid Austen novel readers, and emulating the hero's behavior therein does work.
So did anyone actually read this?
Did you count the punctuation marks?
There were only 7.