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Hazardous For Holly

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“Holly, I’m doing this for your own good. I’m saving you. No, you don’t deserve it. It’s my gift I’m freely giving you. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Mmmrf-mmm,” Holly, er, vocalizes.

“From now on, we have a rule. What happens here is between us. A secret. No one must know. Think of it as classified, understand? I don’t want any leaks, so to speak. Ok?”

“Erghhha-uhhh,” Holly mumbles.

“They wouldn’t understand anyway, would they, Holly?”

“Mmmmrf-mmmmf.”

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“Holly?”

She’s in the shower. Hot. I walk over to her dorm room’s bathroom, pretend to knock, and walk in. She hears the door open.

“Hi, Holly. Um, I just got back from hockey and thought you might want company.”

She peeks her head out from behind the shower curtain. “What are you doing in here? Get out,” she says. “Just want an eyeful, huh?”

“Holly, you know I would never objectify you like that.” I smile. She laughs. “Ok, get out of here. I’ll see you later.”

We meet up later at the Quad.

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I had invited her to watch some feminist speaker on campus. She totally bought it. I mean, I didn’t overplay it. I didn’t pretend to be like the super feminist ideal man, but I pretended to take it all seriously. She tells me how she spent the previous summer canvassing for Planned Parenthood and how her parents were academics; divorced at two different colleges. She liked silly music and I constantly teased her about how uncool she was. She took it all in good humor. We made out a couple of times and then hooked up in her dorm room after spending all night dancing at a club in the city. It was all hot and sweaty and hot. It was a bit awkward at first, but we hooked up again the next week. So it was all good, as far as she knew.

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So afterwards we head over to the dive bar right off campus and get a beer. She’s talking about the speech but we both knew it was boring, so we just start shooting the breeze about various things, homework, tests, that sort of thing. She does tell me she’s going to some protest thing next weekend, off campus. Some babykiller thing with her pro-choice group. But we’re both basically exhausted from a full week of classes, so I tell her, “hey Holly I have an exam tomorrow at freaking nine a.m. I’ve got to go to sleep. See you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” she says. I give her a kiss on her forehead and take my leave.

“See ya, Holly.”

Addicted To Love (Arthur Baker Remix)Florence + The Machine

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Holly In Harm’s Way

“Holly, Holly, Holly. What am I going to do with you?”

She screamed as well as she could, through the gag thing.

“No one can hear you, sweetie. It’s not going to work. You’re stuck.” I smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. Much.”

“Mmm-mmmm!”

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So anyway, Holly had told me she was a vegetarian, so no Proud Whopper from Burger King. But she was impressed with my support for marriage equality, so she agreed to go to a coffeeshop with me. We meet up the next afternoon, after her Women’s Studies class, and head over to the Starbucks. I spring for a fancy latte something or other and she tells me about herself. Good Lord, these women love to talk about themselves. As she was jibber-jabbering away, I couldn’t stop thinking of shutting her up when the time was right.

She was from Ohio and had come to the university to study Marketing with an emphasis on marketing to women. It’s a growing field, she kept saying. I didn’t tell her much about myself, just kept going with the little jokes. She laughed easily and smiled a lot. She sure was pretty too – the freckles, aww shucks she was cute as can be.

Well at some point I steal a kiss. She seemed a little surprised, but went with it. We just sort of peck each other’s lips and I tell her I’ll see her around. I text her a smiley face later. Bitches love smiley faces. Yeah, well, I know some other things bitches like. Especially bitches like her.

I have hockey practice in an hour, so I go back to my dorm to pick up my skates.

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Helpless Holly

There she was, squirming like a squirly dog, all tied up, nowhere to go. So she’s laying on her side, hands taped behind her back, ankles tightly restrained with black electrical tape (I had to improvise) and her loud mouth full of her panties all secured with loops of that black electrical tape circling her head.

Fit to be tied or something.

“Ok, Holly. Are you comfortable?”

Holly replies, “Mmmmffggff!”

“Ok, Holly,” I say.

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So it was my first semester on campus. I had only been allowed in this college due to my Heritage Foundation Scholarship for Students for Life, otherwise my grades were so poor otherwise I would have had to coast on the hockey thing. My years of pro-life activism and saving babies had prepared me for the liberal, leftist campus that I would be attending. I knew I would keep my Christian principles intact even with the temptations of the world.

Then I met Holly. This liberal, feminist, pro-choice activist. Oh I admit it, she was very attractive. Red haired, green eyed, umm … ample bosom. An amazing ass. Short, short tempered, the kind of gal that always needs a spanking, the harder the better. Oh yes, back in Bible College we learned how to deal with these devlish women. A strict regimen of Christian Domestic Discipline will strip these bitches of their feminist delusions. “Wives, submit to your husbands” is in the Bible, and if we have to spank them while making them read Bible verses, well, they were almost certainly asking for it.

Mandatory BDSM Reference

So I go up to Holly’s campus activist table, where she’s passing out some sort of babykiller pamplets, with a website “independentwomenforchoice.org” with a pagan symbol of some sort. I say, “Hi Holly, something something something” and gague her reaction. I pretend I’m a babykiller too, see if I can suss out some information before I report back to my radical pro-life cell at my Christian church.

Holly smiles, “oh yes, feminism is very welcoming to men and their issues! Here I have a handout about boys needing education!” Her eyes almost twinkle, and I fake a smile back. I swear, for one moment, she’s buying it. Little does she know what I am setting her up for.

So I say, “hey, Holly, it was really nice to meet you. Maybe you and I can go get a Proud Whopper at Burger King sometime?”

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Higher Education

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h/t SunShineMary

“Undocumented events discussed online in the Reddit community have also sparked heated debates regarding the right to freedom of speech. Pictures posted to the forum showed male students from Radford University hanging sexually suggestive banners from their houses. The banners displayed slogans such as “Thank U fathers 4 ur freshman daughters” and “Your daughters walk of shame starts here.” Similarly controversial, yet more humorous and well received, was an alleged display at an art room at the University of Minnesota. The student’s piece displayed 5 identical Captain America figures masturbating. While most readers took extreme offense toward the vulgarity of the banners hung by the Radford University students, there were comical and creative responses posted in regards to the Captain America exhibit.”

http://www.thedailyaztec.com/2013/09/student_expression/

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Rules For Rapists (Trigger Warning!)

Rules For Rapists (Trigger Warning!)

Teaching Our Daughters to Not Rape
Teaching Our Daughters to Not Rape

Let’s call her Susan. She was the prettiest girl I had ever met. I was 16. We met through a mutual friend and she seemed like a “nice girl.” After hanging out for one day, she invited me to a “party” at her house. I was thrilled to be invited to hang out with the cool, rich kids.

At the party I felt out of place as everyone was older than me, and although everyone seemed to be under 21, someone brought alcohol, beer and vodka. I had never been drunk before, but after a few hours I found myself quite intoxicated.

This is what I was wearing when I was raped. My ironic trucker hate is NOT consent!
This is what I was wearing when I was raped. My ironic trucker hat is NOT consent!

I don’t remember how much I drank. My head spinning, and feeling dizzy, I laid down on my back, on her couch, fully clothed. I don’t remember what Susan said to me, but she got on top of me and started kissing me. I admit that I liked it. It was exciting, but I didn’t expect it to go anything further than a typical teenage groping session. I was already aroused when, without asking, she thrust her hand in my pants and began caressing my penis. Although I did not consent to this, I got hard. She was going faster and further than I expected, and at some point she unzipped my fly and pulled down my pants. When she hiking up her skirt, I realized that she had already removed her panties. She noticed my hestitation, and made a joke, “makes you wonder how people figured out how to do it in the old days, huh?” I felt intense shame, embarassed, like she was teasing me for my inexperience. Did she know? I was only 16, and a virgin.

But not for long. Suddenly, I felt a hot wetness envelop my penis, as she began thrusting down on me. It happened so fast. I didn’t think she would go so far. I had only known her for a few days. The next, er, few minutes seemed like forever, and I felt as if my own body betrayed me as I let out a moan and involuntarily ejaculated deep inside her.

Stop Her Before She Rapes Again.
Stop Her Before She Rapes Again.

Her mood changed quickly. She got up and went to the bathroom. I laid on the couch, unsure of what had happened, and how she had escalated so far, so quickly. She came back and told me her parents would be back in the morning and that she would call me a cab. Alone, I stood on the corner of her suburban neighborhood, still drunk from the alcohol, and waited for the cab. She lived so far away, it took almost all of the money I had left over from being a paperboy that summer just to get home. I used my key to open the back door of my parents house and snuck into my room.

She didn’t talk to me much after that, and I never told anyone for a long time. I later found she had done the same thing to a number of other boys my age, and at some point there were a few of us hanging out with enough courage to share our experiences. Every one of the boys she had raped had bad feelings about her, one of them angry and furious at what she had done. One boy said to another boy, “I don’t care what she did, I’m glad you hurt that bitch. I hope you caused her pain.”

Rape Culture.
Rape Culture.

It was only later when I went to college I learned from a “Take Back the Night Rally” that “All Men are Potential Rapists” and that if you don’t get enthusiastic verbal consent, it’s rape. But all of the “anti-rape” education made it sound like it was boys escalating sexually with girls, without getting their consent. It was never even suggested that women could be sexually aggressive. The “anti-rape” materials we were given as students read like they came from a completely different world; not a word to describe the girls in my high school and college who were sexually aggressive, frequently hopping from one boy/young man to another. From my experience and the few experiences other boys/young men were willing to share, these girls almost never asked for consent, verbal or otherwise, but just assumed that if she was in bed with a boy she had “blanket consent” to go all the way.

This was how I learned about “rape culture” and I discovered what I like to call the “Rules For Rapists.” Here are the rules:

1. Be female.

Most Rapists Are Never Caught.
Most Rapists Are Never Caught.

Sexually aggressive girls and women were treated with slogans like “you go girl!” Women are now even encouraged to sexually pursue men and boys much younger than them, which they call “empowering” instead of “exploitative.” Even if a boy or a young man were to report a rape, they would be ridiculed, told that they probably enjoyed it, or even more likely, their rapist might just accuse them of rape which feminist campus officials and even the authorities would likely believe. Even female teachers that rape young boys in their classes are treated with kid gloves. Girls will be girls, and those boys probably enjoyed it anyway!

The question for feminists is clear – why aren’t you teaching your daughters to not rape?

Same to you, bitch!
Same to you, bitch!

Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again

Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?

Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me, my friend

Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?

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I kiss your open sores
I appreciate your concern
You’re gonna stink and burn

Rape me
Rape me, my friend
Rape me
Rape me again

Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?

Rape me!
Rape me!
Rape me!
Rape me!
Rape meeeeeeeeeee!

Female Submission and its Enemies & A Response to Jungle Jain

Female Submission and its Enemies & A Response to Jungle Jain

Mannerbund: This is What a Feminist Looks At got a positive response from men, and a negative response from feminists. Blogger JungleJain was so inspired by my comments on reddit she wrote an article about me: Masculinity, Privilege, and Boxes. My response is below. Her article, along with a long exchange with feminists on reddit, got me thinking about one of my favorite subjects. Some commenter mentioned that the whole “game” phenomenon may have helped get some men laid, but hasn’t helped them attain something they want even more: to become a husband and a father. Which got me thinking about feminism.

We called it “women’s liberation.” The question is, who were they liberated from? Women must obey and submit to their employers, women must obey and submit to the officers of the state (police, judges). The only men that women were liberated from was their husbands. Feminism was always about denigrating the role of wife, a role that more specifically can be termed “wife of this man and mother of his children.”

What’s fascinating is that an article and a discussion that was really narrowly focused on “the dating game” and the sexual marketplace turned into something bigger; the role of women in society, masculinity and femininity as abstract concepts, and gender roles.

"Sex must not put women in a subordinate position" (Choices of positions limited for safety reasons.)
“Sex must not put women in a subordinate position” (Choices of positions limited for safety reasons.)

The “marriage problem” has been discussed in the manosphere forever. Men’s complains seem to boil down to, they have no power in marriage anymore. Anytime a wife decides she wants to leave, she can, and will get presumptive custody of the children, child support and/or alimony (“cash and prizes” and Dalrock would say). Dalrock talks about a “threat point” which is where a woman can simply threaten divorce as a tactic to get her way in the relationship, sort of a domestic version of the Sampson Option. The men’s response to this lack of power in a relationship is straightforward: they aren’t getting married. This has caused unhappiness among both men and women, and it’s such a major social issue the elite press such as the NYT and WSJ have written extensively about it.

But men and women are not “social constructs” and their natures do not change because leftists wish them to. I’ve had conversations with three women recently that all said the exact same thing: they want a man to “take care” of them. One said she wanted to be “owned” by a man – a woman that proudly called herself a feminist (until she met me, that is.) Another admitted to very mixed feelings; she wanted to be “independent” but at the same time, she constantly fantasized about having a man to take care of her.

Don't Shame My Sub
Don’t Shame My Sub

While I still haven’t read it (I’ve heard it’s awful) the 50 Shades of Grey phenomenon of last year continues to fascinate me. Feminists hated it, one said it “set women back 50 years,” one was so outraged at the idea the woman was just a “decoration” for the man in the book. But of course, women bought the book in record numbers; millions of women around the world spent money to fantasize about being the property of a rich, wealthy businessman and submitting to his every whim, up to and including … butt plugs.

BDSM is not about whips and chains, it’s about power. Many, I suspect most, women have a submissive streak a mile wide; sexuality is more central to a woman’s identity than to a man’s, literally, a great deal of her physical body is devoted to sexuality and fertility. So the submissive streak comes out not just in the bedroom, but in many aspects of a relationship.

What has happened is that middle class men have lost power in relation to women, which thwarts their ability to satisfy a woman’s hypergamy. If you’re a handome, fabulously wealthy businessman, it’s easy to satisfy a woman’s hypergamy and keep her loyalty, but for the average man, between women’s increasing economic power and the divorce and custody laws, he has no “hand” in the relationship anymore. So, they don’t get married. People are still having sex, and plenty of it, just no longer in the context of a traditional marriage.

One of the eradica commenters said that BDSM was a manifestation of the lack of proper social roles and hierarchy, but what if part of it is simply the lack of men powerful enough, high enough in social status, to trigger a woman’s hypergamy and her submissive instinct? When most men had a higher status than most women, it was easy for a woman to find a man more powerful than her.

Since they cannot find those men in real life, it comes out in increasingly hardcore D/s themes in erotica.

Feminist's Nightmare; Normal Women's Daydream.
Feminist’s Nightmare; Normal Women’s Daydream.

Feminists try to demonize men who want a woman that has less power than them, supposedly, the men are “afraid” of women with advanced degrees, or who make more money. That’s simply part of feminist’s typical demonization of men, most men really just don’t care if a woman has a PhD in women’s studies, it’s just irrelevant to the sexual attractiveness of a woman. Feminists will say that men are “afraid” of a woman that makes more money, without ever speaking to the obvious power dynamic.

Let's Play Master and Servant
Let’s Play Master and Servant

Feminists want women to be dominant, but most women are submissive. It’s the feminists that are the outliers, just like the submissive men. It also might explain the recent outbreaks of feminist tirades, screaming at various protests. You’re seeing a specific outlier in action; verbally aggressive, domineering women who like to make men submit.

But no matter how much feminist indoctrination women are subjected to, no matter how much “sub-shaming” (an absolutely real phenomenon), they still fantasize about powerful Mr. Grey. I can imagine the frustration feminists must feel at this constant reminder that they are the exception, not the rule.

My Reply to JungleJain:

He recognizes that gender roles are (at least partially) constructed, and explicitly puts all men not conforming to his idea of masculine into the feminine gender. This, of course, made my ears perk way up, because this is how the man box shrinks.

Let’s not confuse sex and gender. I assume TheBluePillers are of the female sex – not gender – because at least some of them claim they are, and from my original read, it seemed like most of them.

Sex, not gender.

Keep the context here; TheRedPill is about sex, specifically, men attempting to make themselves more successful getting sex from women. If TheBluePillers are actually men, it’s their behavior and agenda, not their characteristics, that would lead me to put them on the “female side” of the Red/Blue duo, and only because of their behavior in the context of the two forums, which are about the sexual marketplace. They are advocating, in the context of the sexual marketplace, for women.

When you define masculinity by the absence of anything deemed feminine by anybody, you can’t help but have a dwindling supply of it, in a world where women are everywhere, and none of us are okay with invisible.

But I don’t. Biologically, male and female are not polar opposites. They are different. That’s why you want to abstract sex to gender. Instead of your straight line, why not draw a “V” – the bottom of the triangle is “genderless” or “androgynous” and the top left is “feminine” and the top right is “masculine.”

“Male space” is a place where males are. Even if the men engage in stereotypically feminine behavior, it’s still “male space.” “Female space” is a place where females are. A space where men and women are together is integrated space; neither men’s nor women’s space.

If there was a forum devoted to, say, nursing, I might assume most posters are women, because nursing is a female dominated field. But there is nothing really specifically “feminine” about nursing. I wouldn’t think a man that is a nurse is somehow “feminine” or “not a real man.” On the other hand, “soldier” tends to be a male profession, because men tend to be physically stronger and more aggressive than women. Gender roles are only partially “socially constructed.”

So, you’re confusing sex with gender, and you’re confusing “space” in the sense of physical space, or virtual space (like an online forum) with “gender space,” your abstract notions of “masculine” and “feminine” and your boxes.

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

As far as not being ok with invisibility, you don’t have a claim to my attention; no woman does. I do not owe you “visibility.” Men are under no obligation to do anything for you. That’s another typical leftist tactic, in order to expropriate wealth and power from others, you de-individualize (especially) men into “society.” So, if “society” grants men unearned privileges, therefore “society” – i.e., individual men, owes you something.

Characterizing me as a “misogynist” is just slander, it’s just name calling. I do not hate women, nor do I hate stereotypically feminine roles or behaviors. I’ll cop to sexism and racism, but not “misogyny.”

For the record, I dropped out because, first, it had gone on long enough and I was getting bored, and second, one of the moderators starting threatening to ban me for unapproved thoughts.

I also, if you will recall, started engaging in domineering and “flirtatious” behavior, calling presumably female posters “sweetheart” and the like, and mocking women’s studies degrees. This, again, is in the context of the sexual marketplace. You have the women (or proxy women) of TheBluePill/SRS using stereotypical shaming language, calling men “fedoras,” calling them “homoerotic,” deriding their masculinity, heckling them. I characterized that, as well as the women’s behavior in the protest video, as “topping from the bottom,” an aggressive, sexualized form of verbal dominance/submission play. I countered that with my own style of aggressive, sexualized talk, mocking the femininity of feminists, their value in the sexual marketplace, etc.

Don’t Get Married, Hire a Secretary

Don’t Get Married, Hire a Secretary

With all the talk of game, pick up artists, men’s rights activists, feminism, traditional marriage and the battle of the sexes, I figured it was time to step back and look at the situation in a different way. The problems with modern relationships, at least from men’s perspectives, have been discussed online for years now, so here’s something of a solution.

Don’t bother with a girlfriend or a wife. Just hire a secretary.

NeoNietzsche at Master Morality

  • The Lower Class Man prides himself on making a slave *of* his Woman.
  • The Middle Class Man prides himself on being a slave *to* his Woman.
  • The Upper Class Man prides himself on providing a slave *for* his Woman.

What does she eat?

  • Omega: Whatever.
  • Beta: Where do you want to eat tonight, honey?
  • Alpha: Whatever I put in your mouth.
  • Dom: Make reservations at Dorsia. I want you to try the cilantro crawfish gumbo.

What does she wear?

  • Omega: Whatever.
  • Beta: You look great in all of those, honey.
  • Alpha: Wear the little black dress.
  • Dom: The little black dress, no panties.

What does she do?

  • Omega: Whatever she wants.
  • Beta: She has her own career.
  • Alpha: Stay at home mom.
  • Dom: Manages the staff.

When does she have sex?

jjtonn 3 years ago:

I may have drawn the line at the saddle...

..Oh, who am I kidding?

James Spader is fucking sexy.

Saddle. Me. Up.

Comment by aoefe at eradica:

We’re (women) frustrated with men who cow-tow to our every whim and yet we have no clue as to why we are. We are bombarded with romantic messages of how ‘real’ men behave and whip our guys into behaving like they are men from movies like P.S. I Love You. And then hate them for it. There’s a reason 50 Shades of Grey is a number 1 best seller. (it’s poorly written but the premise is there). Women want men who’ll dominate them, and if you take the kink out of (I don’t) then it means women want a leader. Women have amazing strengths but I believe we’re hardwired to submit and men have lost their way in regards to what that means – what they are accountable for and what a responsibility that is.


Men want their cake and eat it too. They want to be cared for, nurtured, but are unwilling to set the ground rules for what that should look like, what the expectations are from their women. Women are out of control without direction (harsh but true) and are running the show right now and it’s detrimental, it’s not our fault either. Somewhere along the way the wires have become crossed and damn if I know how they’ll become uncrossed.

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Fortunately, sexual harassment laws make it illegal to hire a Secretary, and divorce laws make it impossible to have a traditional Christian wife. These laws exist to stop the horrible exploitation of women. So back to banging bar sluts! God bless America.

Wives, be subject to your husbands as you are to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife just as Christ is the head of the church, the body of which he is the Savior. Just as the church is subject to Christ, so also wives ought to be, in everything, to their husbands. Ephesians 5:22-33

(Special Thanks to Miss S.)