It doesn’t matter

Imagine needing 104 pages to explain your gripe with sex. Imagine needing 104 pages to explain your gripe with anything really.

Sex exists effectively on opposite sides of an axis with dignity. Every attempt at fulfilling your sexual desires inevitably comes at the cost of your dignity and the fulfillment itself can only be a disappointment. The disappointment is an important part in the control mechanism, because it makes sure you’re never satisfied and keep coming back for more. The more you chase your desires, the more you end up developing increasingly perverse sexual fetishes that come at the cost of your dignity.

How sex costs women their dignity is pretty straightforward and intuitive, it needs no explanation. How it costs men their dignity does deserve an explanation. Whatever women expect of you to have sex with them, exists on opposite sides of an axis from what God asks of you. You can’t really satisfy women without disappointing God. Do you think God wants you to buy an expensive car? Do you think God wants you to get a soul-crushing unethical six figure salary office job?

The price women make you pay for sex as a man is inevitably for you to obey them. Rape is no way to escape this, it is merely the ultimate form of obeying a woman. When you rape a woman, you sacrifice your compassion, your rationality, your dignity, your ability to control your emotions, all to be with her. You reduce yourself to a beast, you reveal yourself to have no virtues, you reveal yourself as the empty vessel you really are, which is exactly what women desire. Rape is really the ultimate way through which a woman humiliates a man.

Women accept at a deep fundamental level that sex comes at the cost of their dignity. It’s obvious to them from an early age. Their way of coping with that realization, is by making sure it also comes at the cost of the dignity of those they have sex with. That’s why almost all their fetishes revolve around moral transgressions. Sex with a priest, sex with their partner’s best friend, rape, sex with their boss, sex with their best friend’s partner, sex in public. Women quite literally can’t get off unless they feel like they’re participating in something morally wrong.

The only way to deal with it all, is to just treat it with indifference. Make sex an afterthought. If you go out of your way to avoid it, if you refuse to look at porn, if you refuse to look at women in the street, if you feel guilty over masturbating, you just further empower it. Extreme misogyny, extremely isolating yourself from women, are also just further ways of giving sex power over you.

The other day I accidentally saw my friend’s tits through her shirt. She also bumped her hand into my dick on the dance floor. I just don’t really care. I expected it would do something to me, but it just doesn’t. I don’t bother to visit saunas where I can see naked women up close anymore either, after two times I was bored with it. I don’t ask myself if women find me attractive, I don’t desperately try to cling onto my hair either. I just find myself not really caring.

Every attempt at outraging you about sex is just another attempt at getting you to care about it, at trying to move you out of this state of indifference. All these nerds on Twitter raging about how the majority of young women will only have sex with 10% of men and how women are in situationships with Chad and how the woman you will marry once you are 30 had sex with hundreds of men are the same sort of nerds who complain about low birth rates: They’re trying to provoke some kind of passionate attachment in you in regards to something that’s really not that interesting.

I think I’m forced to look at this from a broader perspective. The world you live in yearns to make you feel anything, except indifference. I can’t help but realize from all my experience with climate activism that the evil corporate enemies we protested against, whose buildings we invaded, whose shareholder meetings we disrupted, needed us to hate them more than we actually hated them:

“We’re evil, hello, we’re wiping out the coral reefs, we’re making the Africans die of hunger, we’re destroying the rain forest, all so we can afford to buy big cars and boats that make young women willing to have sex with us despite our lack of physical sex appeal! Hello, we’re evil, pay attention to us! Punish us! Anything! Please! Spank me!”

Indifference is worse than anything else you can endure. Your father punishes you when you do things wrong. But beyond a certain point, there is no more punishment, there is just indifference. Your father gave up on you. That’s far more painful than any punishment you ever endured.

I haven’t quite reached the stage of indifference yet. Every once in a while I have an intrusive memory, a realization that some good people live in Africa, who are going to die as a result of all of this. Every once in a while I feel disturbed by the prospect of my countrymen having no honor, when it comes to our responsibility to the rest of the world. I’m gradually approaching the state of genuine indifference however.

I think that would be my recommendation to the Africans too: Once you die, just accept it with indifference. Don’t make some grand public statement about how those evil Americans who voted for Trump caused all of this, don’t show the world your dying livestock, don’t go begging for help, don’t struggle in vain against the dying of the light. No, your real revenge is to just accept your death with indifference. Never grant these people catharsis.