Originally posted 2021-03-05 17:24:49.
The rules of a free sex market are simple. Women want money, so they fuck. If you have money, you get to fuck them. No money, no honey. Sex is the currency with which a woman earns tangible benefit; money is the tangible benefit needed to buy sex. It’s honest.
Walking Street, the pedestrianised area of Fields Avenue, is a delight to visit. There are many like it, from the original in Pattaya, to others across the planet. These are areas where a free sex market is in place.
Women go there to have sex and make money; men go there to spend money and have sex. Some just like to watch, all of life really being a fair in places like this, and alcohol lubricates the system.
I remember my aunt, perhaps thirty years ago now, took a package holiday to Phuket in Thailand with my late uncle (poor man). She told me, her nostrils flaring with ire, ‘That whole country is based on the sale of bodies!’ She almost spat her teeth out as she said ‘bodies’, which made me laugh. Since she had denied my uncle sex most of their married life, of course, she would recognise the threat of a free sex market.
Yet Walking Street and its equivalents epitomise the true nature of human life, at least in cities. This is how Uruk was, how Babylon was; it was the glory of Rome, lest we forget, and not just a street here or there, but whole cities. This same thing is what caused Johnson to say ‘When a man is tired of London, he is tired of Life.’ And what is that thing? The free sex market.
Who cares what one’s wife’s most recent demand is, when, for the price of a decent meal, one can taste almost any pleasure of the flesh that one could think of? (And likely a few more besides.) And, lest we forget, likely with younger, more beautiful and sexually talented flesh at that? The free sex market makes this possible.
Free sex market reality
Once, I encountered a New Zealander, sitting alone in a bar, around nine in the evening, in one of these free sex market zones. It was as if he were shell-shocked, dazed. I asked if he was all right and he explained that this was his first visit to the country. ‘Do you know, mate I’ve had sex five times today, with five different women. And it only cost me thirty dollars each.’
It was so far out of his ken that it was almost not real, not even possible to assimilate. I could see him, reliving the moments, the softness of skin, the perfumes, the lips, the darting tongues, the sweet entrances he had explored. So much sex. Such great sex. For so little.
Perhaps he was also reckoning the cost of his socially legitimised sex with his wife, if he had one; that is a most painful account for men to tally. ‘My God, you mean I could have had sex like that every day for the last fifteen years and it would only have cost me $163,000 dollars? Are you kidding me? That’s only like, eleven grand a year!’
I’ve seen many men make that calculation, think it through and realise they’ve been right royally had. The realisation, that a culture run by women for the benefit of women, and in which women have the sheer effrontery to pretend to be hard-done-by, had conned them completely, had robbed them of the best years of their lives, is a bitter pill indeed to swallow. And the irony is, it wouldn’t have cost our Kiwi even that much, because this conversation took place in a tourist resort where prices are inflated.
I shared a drink with the Kiwi and left; I thought he might be minded towards a moist, musky nightcap and I would only cramp his style.
Sex is a commodity
Why do we need to deny the idea that sex is a commodity, a service like any other and so can be purchased? All sexual encounters between men and women are the exchange of favour for tangible benefit. Isn’t it far better to set out the terms of the contract before any commitment? ‘Look, you bounce on my cock every night, and I’ll give you X amount of money every month.’
What’s wrong with that? Why is sex different to, say, a massage, or for that matter a car wash, or a haircut, or any other service? What makes the insertion of penis so special? What makes women so special? The instant they gave up on having babies, didn’t they lose all their privileges? The social contract was that men protect women and put up with their sex-rationing BS, for the benefit of their children; without those children, the game is a double bogey.
Men do everything better than women, except making babies; so with that gone, what do women have? Answer: an assumed monopoly on the provision of sex. The free sex market destroys that.
The special nature of sex?
Western feminists constantly harp on about the special nature of sex — but how is lying on your back in a nice comfy hotel bed somehow worse than lying on your back in the filthy, sweaty hell of a coal mine, getting pneumoconiosis? Sex is easy work and it’s fun — so what’s the big deal?
The big deal, of course, is power; and that is all women really care about. They are obsessed by it and the more they get, the more they want. Don’t imagine that cavilling to the Hydra of feminism will get you any reprieve: they’ll be back for more, you watch.
Sex is a negotiable commodity. A girl needs twenty-five bucks? One BJ and a good pussy workout will deliver it. A man needs to be despunkified like a prince? Why, the price of a steak dinner will cover it — and this is a sure thing, by the way; if she doesn’t deliver, you don’t pay.
The demands made by women, once, were principally on behalf of their young. In traditional cultures, men and women were both focussed on protecting and raising new generations. This was a highly successful system that worked for countless millennia.
The problem today
The problem today arises because, since the 1950s, Western women have decided to reject motherhood. Their media is full of anti-natalist claptrap like The Handmaid’s Tale and other nonsense that sets out to propagandise the horrible idea that motherhood is a form of slavery that women should avoid. As a result, reproductive rates are plummeting, not just in the West but everywhere its ideas are allowed to fester. This is, ultimately, going to eradicate the species, which appears to be the intention.
How dare feminists condemn men for taking the ‘black pill’, when the demise of society, culture and all that is good, including our species, is the result of their behaviour?
Privileges
Without making babies, why should women get any privileges at all? After all, a trans woman can do anything a cis woman can, except make babies, so if cis women no longer want to make babies, what do they have that makes them preferable? Their pussies? Well, I have news for you, sisters, that can easily be fixed; modern surgery is a true marvel. So why entertain them? Why put up with their bullshit, their ‘MeToo’ nonsense, their constant attempts to assert total control over every part of society, while at the same time proclaiming their entirely false victim status? Why allow then to suppress the free sex market and so oppress both men and other women?
Women are the gatekeepers to sex; this is patent. If that were not the case, then men would simply take women for pleasure, whether they wanted it or not. They would do as the Romans did to the Sabine Women. Men are bigger, stronger and more aggressive; it would be easy. But there is no ‘rape culture’, in fact it’s the very opposite. Instead, we brutally punish rape, far above and beyond the punishments we mete out to other crimes of similar violence. Men’s lives are ruined on the merest accusation of ‘sexual impropriety’, while women who make false accusations of it remain anonymous and pay no cost at all. If women are no longer in the business of making babies, then why should men allow them this differential?
A central lie of feminism is that women are special; that they are at greater risk because they are women. In fact, young men are over three times as likely to be violently assaulted as women are, in the UK. So how is being stabbed less appalling than being raped? Thanks to decades of scandalously incompetent social policy, particularly on immigration, Britain is now a more dangerous place than most third world countries. But you’ll never, ever hear a feminist mention that.
Robots and ladyboys
Why don’t men just buy sex robots and have done with it? At least a robot will never refuse and she won’t be asking for a new faux-fur coat before she gives you a blowjob. Or just masturbate; there’s enough porn around, after all. The Internet is awash with it. Any man who’s spent years in the spare room before finally coming to his senses will tell you that masturbation, if there is a woman who should be available in the house, is miserable, but if there’s no such woman, it’s not at all bad, frankly. You might be surprised how well a healthy, sexually motivated man can survive, just tossing himself off every night. The fact is, men don’t need women for anything other than to make babies.
There are only two ways to escape the consequences of Briffault’s paradigm and have actual human contact. The first is only ever to buy sex. Off the shelf, cut and dried, neat. Fuck her, pay her and never see her again.
The other, paradoxically perhaps, is to set up with a sweet, good natured ladyboy — because they see sex the way you do.
And why is this? It’s because transwomen, wherever they come from and whatever they call themselves, are not female. They are feminine males. That is why, paradox upon paradox, they make such great women. What about that — men do everything better than women, including being women! Yahoo! Who knew?
Never forget, a transwoman is the perfect woman — from a man’s point of view.
Other than my one American lady friend in Japan, who is well and truly disgusted by modern feminazi behavior and attitudes, and who wants to be a mother and to home school her children because she has taught in American schools and was revolted by what she had to put forth there? I don’t date anymore, and for good reasons you just articulated here perfectly. Why put up with a Western woman’s heinous attitude of entitlement and dishonesty when I can either A.) Find me a cute little trans gurl to have fun with and actually have a better relationship with because they understand men better for obvious reasons, or B.) Go to a prostitute–preferably a good caliber of such–and get what I want with no strings attached and no BS. Why do you think I’d like to ultimately go to Thailand, and the Philippines, and Osaka’s “mizu shobai” district? And I recently began going to strip clubs again after ten years of not doing any such for a few different reasons, and I’m having more fun there than I used to because I have a better understanding of How It Works.
On the other side of the coin, there is the rightfully vile sex trafficking business that I’d rather not give money to, to be fair. It’s one of the best things President Trump did while he was in office, cracking down on that kind of thing with his well publicized border wall. That is something to think of at times like this as well. But otherwise? I’m overcoming my aversion to prostitution and seriously considering a romp in bed with someone understanding who will rock my world for an hour or two for X amount of money with no strings attached, because it’s been 3 years without sex for me (long story) and it’s about time I got my bells rung, I dare say.