I see a woman on TV, in a tight black skirt, a slit running up the side to her waist, as if the skirt itself didn’t begin an inch under her vaginal lips. And she’s on a dating show.

We have whores for this. A whore in bed is fine, if not necessary, but we don’t need this. Do you feel affirmed being all but nude in public? What does this say of our culture.

I see another woman, on a date, saying that she likes big dicks and will insult a man if he doesn’t have one. Yet when women are polled, and in therapy, they overwhelmingly prefer smaller penises. Women are more likely to fear that a man is too big to go inside her than to want a big dick, no matter what they say in public and even to each other. The scholarly studies show this over and over. A man wants a big dick because he wants to hurt a woman, because he wants her to know that she’s penetrated, split open in the act, violated and fucked. A man wants a big dick because it stretches a woman’s pussy tighter on his cock, stretching her out, debilitating her genitals for other men. A big dick is like a big knife, its size prized for its ability to do damage, to show dominance, to make her stretch like a virgin, in pain and knowing she is fucked.

So why do, in a culture in which big dicks are assumed to be more desirable, women say they want them? Even think they want them? After so much brainwashing in favor of big dicks, women still worry about even average penises being too large for them than they want big dicks. Is this not an astounding sign of how much women, left to their own devices, do not want this physical attribute in men? And is this not a sign that what they have bought, in their nonsensical programmed desire in recent years to be sexually adventurous as men have been cross-culturally throughout history, is male propaganda -- specifically the propaganda a gigolo would provide? Have we not heard players seducing women by encouraging them to “open up,” to “express themselves?” Haven’t we heard the male hippies admit exactly this, that the politics and culture was, for the vast majority of them, irrelevant when they were getting stoned and getting head from a half dozen girls in a few hours. Who benefits from female promiscuity, from this strange cult, this historical aberration, with its pretense that women and men are the same, that women do not get pregnant, do not get infected at much greater rates, do not get desecrated, penetrated? There have never been more ignorant -- just plain dense -- women in the history of the world than there are today.

On another dating show, a woman brags about having been in a car with other women, about having driven up to a man on the street and asked him to get in, the implication being that she and her friends spread their legs -- or, rather, the fact that a woman spreads, that a woman is penetrated, that these women probably didn’t even come as they got fucked and stimulated him in other ways to get him up again for the others -- for the others to be used, that is. This is if the story is even true and not a pathetic attempt to brag, a person “bragging” about being proud of laying down, letting a person invade her, put himself inside her, use her for his pleasure, and then leave. What a triumph! What courage! There is no effective analogy -- even laying down to be devoured by wolves, which do not penetrate so deeply, whose act of devouring is not nearly so defined by their self-gratification, their pleasure at using.

I’ve never understood the desire to run down one’s ex, as if one didn’t play the fool in finding such a shrew, or a jerk, appealing. But there’s something far worse, far stupider, about women talking about their sexual pasts with such ease, not only as if they weren’t foolish but as if they weren’t the one penetrated, the one who gave more orgasms than she got, the one whose body was invaded and had sperm fired deep within it.

No other time of history, no aborigine tribe (which have men who complain, as I’ve seen on video, how the women are “stingy with their pussies”), has been this naive about female sexuality. Has thought that women could go outside at night, wearing what they want, and not risk rape -- much less go home with a man.

This is a fucked, fucked, fucked up culture.

Turn to history, my friends, to history. Life has not always been as it now is, and not because we are so “enlightened” as we poison the planet and let the poor suffer at unprecedented historical levels of disparity. This is an insane fucking culture. Insane.

No one can pretend to be a cultural critic of intelligence or of historical perspective without realizing the ridiculousness of female promiscuity.

Let me offer you a deal. You lay back, let me penetrate you, proffer your body, legs spread in submission. You know I’m going to get more out of it, going to come easily, going to feel in Heaven. And you know you’re risking disease, pregnancy, your body getting fucked up -- literally -- for the rest of your life. You’d be better agreeing to let someone put a soda bottle in you -- it won’t come, won’t enjoy itself by using your body internally. And I realize you want to feel close, but there’s no closeness in casual sex -- only use that is decidedly one-sided. It’s a comfortable illusion, but the illusion that throwing yourself to ravenous wolves would be a better one in alarming ways.

So why would I, as a man, complain? Hey, free pussy, right? Just shut up and take the bribe. Let ‘em think whatever they want -- right, guys? I mean, we’re the ones getting the pussy? We know we’re getting the better deal. We know we’re getting the whore for free, purchased at worst at our own silence, letting them believe they’re powerful and active when their pussies are spread and penetrated so massively and deeply, in proportion to body size, that it exceeds all other species.

Except that I have this annoying, even at times to me, intelligence that forces me to see things, lack of self-deceptive faculties to allow me to ignore them, abiding love of honesty, and awareness that, as great as sex can be, not only does love amplify it geometrically but such casual sexual experiences, the memory of others sexually and the trivialization that this gives toward the sexual experience, leave a person unable to enjoy what sex can be.

And my points are all the stronger that they don’t come from a religious perspective, in any formal sense -- just a logical one, one with a little bit of historical consciousness, a little bit of intelligence.

NOTES

This essay was first published as Apollonian Bacchanalia #13 on persiancaesar.com on 27 May 2002, where it was described as being "on the strange post-modern Western embracing of female promiscuity."