It’s not really that I have writer’s block or anything, just that I have no coherent fleshed out ideas to write. Only random thoughts. Maybe I should take a break from blogging. But I dunno. I like reading other people’s blogs. There’s too few good blogs out there. So might as well try to contribute a little bit. How about I write something every two weeks? Sounds good? Sounds good.
What fun stuff is there to talk about. Oh I know.
There’s this Dutch guy called Tim Hofman. Typical leftist piece of shit. Makes youtube content, gets into fist fights with rich pieces of shit, shoves immigrant kids in the faces of cuck politicians. The usual usual.
He’s got the tats and the big mouth. So, you’d think this guy would get laid.
BUT, guess what happened? His girlfriend of some years, who is also an aspiring social media content creator, has published a documentary: ‘my sex is broken‘, in which she, no joke, no irony, explores the grand mystery of why sex with her boyfriend just isn’t so good. Naturally, my schadenfreude meter went into overdrive and I watched the documentary with my girl.
Surprisingly, it was pretty good. I thought it was a poignant analysis of dysfunctional modern gender relationships, through the eyes of women.
First things first: Tim Hofman was shat upon like few men are shat upon. Having your girlfriend publicly complain how bad sex with you is destroys all your street cred.
But beyond the public humiliation, a very honest analysis about the general dissatisfaction among feminist women.
‘Honest’ being a relative term: a woman is permanently in denial about what makes her love a man. And so it is with this documentary, which is essentially her ‘honestly’ wondering why her sex is bad, without ever getting to the crux of the question: that she doesn’t really love her boyfriend. The documentary is one big shit-test towards her boyfriend, a shit-test the boyfriend can’t pass, because being the emancipated left-wing prog that he is, he principally refuses to stop her from doing stupid shit. One can imagine their conversations: ‘babe I’m not sure this documentary is a good idea.’
– ‘But honey I just need to express myself! These are my feelings, I feel like I must do this. You support me right?’
After ten minutes of watching, I turned to my girl and said: ‘he just needs to fuck her good is all. This would never happen to us, because I am a sex god.’ Naturally, my girl chided me for being an arrogant asshole, and even more naturally, we had good sex right after the documentary just to prove the point.
Something about the documentary had a very ‘voice of a female generation’ feel. Very typical depressed millenial woman vibe: from the incessant focusing on herself in every camera shot, to the boringly generic talks with a sexuologist, to her genuine wondering: ‘why am I so unmotivated to have sex?’ This is how many many women feel. Depressed, unmotivated, unsexy. Modern women are a sore and unhappy bunch, and it is really not their fault.
Sex, for women, is of utmost importance. A woman who has a good sex life is a woman who can take on the world. For a man sex is like releasing pressure on his ball valves, but for a woman sex is an affirmation of everything she holds dear. That’s why female friends always talk about sex: they love love love it.
But a prerequisite for good sex is that the man she sexes must be a man she is attracted to. And female attraction, as extensively discussed, is fickle. It only blossoms when the man is in charge, and comfortably stays in charge by passing her shit-tests. Then, and only then, will women mysteriously find they are wet and much in love. Until then, you are stuck with an entire generation of women whose sex-lives are non-existent, who cry every other day, who dream of being taken captive by manly foreign men, who take anti-depressants, whose relations are one failure after another, who burn out at work, etcetera etcetera.
It is probably too late for Tim Hofman, who is elbow-deep into egalitarian equalist rainbow feminist emancipation. But, not too late for us.