Over on Random Xpat Rantings the terrible excuse for a human being who calls himself Xplat sets forth an intriguing proposition: for men in search of sexy times, having money is the equivalent of a woman having tits.
In other words, it’s not absolutely necessary for a man to have big bucks to garner the attention of the opposite sex, just as it’s not absolutely necessary for a woman to have something in the tit department in order to garner the attention of men, but it helps. A lot.
Oh, by the way, the title of the post in which he sets forth this theory is “ALL women are inherently gold diggers down to their pussy juice.”
Let’s let him explain, in his own icky way:
Women know their value. They know they can trade their value for their benefit. In [South-East Asia] this is not a dirty little secret. It’s not even an open secret. It’s just a fact of life. Money is part of the equation, blatantly and openly. …
Money-and-power-and-social-status is exactly equal to breasts. It can be a cause of sexual attraction in and of itself, and can maintain a relationship when there is nothing else being offered.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure when someone is literally interested in nothing about you except your money, you’re not actually in a “relationship” with that person.
Women aren’t men with vaginas. Their sexual attraction triggers are different. It’s not just that they fuck for food. Not JUST a matter of pragmatic sales of a service. Actual attraction is ALSO involved.
I like big bucks and I cannot lie?
Now, of course Xsplat here is challenging the common PUA gospel that men shouldn’t rely on money to win over their “targets” but rather on being cool and caddish and, you know, going to places where there’s a good chance a lot of the women will be pretty drunk.
Manospherians hampsterbate about this with a zillion “ya buts”. Ya, but you don’t NEED money. Yup, and girls don’t NEED tits.
Having tits is better and more attractive anyway, and girls with tits can get more and better quality men.
Having money is better in exactly the same way. You don’t see many flat chested Penthouse centerfolds, nor are there many broke romance novel heros.
Well, I don’t know much about romance novels, but from what I hear there’s a shitload of slash fiction about two dudes named Sam and Dean who basically live out of their car.
It’s not the case that SOME girls are gold diggers.
It’s just a matter of all the gold diggers mining for gold in different ways.
And of course all of this turns out to be a justification for Xplat’s own use of his relative wealth, as a western expat living in Southeast Asia, to exploit impoverished women for sex.
For me sex is about ecstatic intimacy. Money helps to get more intimacy with a greater percentage of girls, and higher quality girls. I choose to allow egoic esteem to include finances. Money is not cheating. Money helps to skin the cat. Money is not separate from my fantastic ethereal self. Money is part of what I am; part and parcel of what I am to a woman.
That’s got to be one of the creepiest and most delusional excuses for sexual exploitation I think I’ve ever run across in the three years of doing this blog.
Well, yeah of course money gets you sex with lots of girls. Especially in southeast Asia. It’s called prostitution.
By the way – I’ve got tits. Does he give any helpful hints about how I can monetise them? Or, more specifically, turn them into money-and-power-and-status. Can I keep them attached, or do they have to go off on their own and bring back those things?
I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to achieve “ecstatic intimacy” with someone who uses the term “pussy juice”.
Sounds to me like his only contact with women is with sex workers (or more likely, children, aka sex slaves). Everything about that post screams “creepy paedo sex tourist”.
In the meantime, I guess I’m going to have to tell Mr K that he’s not Teh Sexay after all, since he has no money. He’ll be … surprised, I think. Yes, quite surprised.
kathleenbbs wanted to go off on their own to bring some money into the house, I would throw a going away party. The only reason I’m still attached to the damned things is that reduction is elective in my case and therefore expensive.
Can I just verify, as an Asian with Southeastern heritage, that no, many of the women there don’t actually WANT to be in the sex trade, but they have to due to many factors, including poverty and sex slavery?
Also, fuck that guy with a cactus.
The purpleness of the prose is kind of hilarious given that it’s being used to describe buying sex with impoverished teenagers. That’s a hell of a thing to get all pretentious about.
@bodycrimes – I was thinking exactly the same thing. Is there a way I can use them to make the house payments? Buy fancy-schmancy coffee drinks? Because they have done none of that for far.
Also, “my fantastic ethereal self” is how I shall be referring to myself from now on. Especially in business correspondence.
I’m going to take my fantastic ethereal self to the kitchen to make some more tea. brb.
That’s pretty much my thoughts on it, Alice. However much money he hands over, this scumbag’s a rapist, because how many sex workers are really in a position to say no?
A friend of mine worked briefly as a receptionist in a brothel and she said each girl had her own script and you could, if you were standing at the right place in the stairwell, listen to them doing it. Each girl would vocalise pretty much according to her own script, at the same point in her appointment. Later, the satisfied customers would write glowing reviews – of themselves. Boasting about how they’d made the prozzie hit the heights of ecstasy. The prostitutes had utterly convinced their customers that they were Study McStudly.
I guess the girls this douche frequents are doing a masterful number on him, if he honestly believes he’s getting love and affection as well.
@bbeaty. Maybe we need a site to upload pictures of our tits to? Then watch the money and status roll in!
Fantastic ethereal … holy shit, I missed that. Um, no, dude, you aren’t. I know an ethereal bloke when I meet one. 😛
And for the record; “Hey, guys, you know those women who have sex with me for money? Well, turns out they are attracted to money” in not research.
kittehs – Exactly. I feel like there’s a tinge of racism too, because apparently Asian girls are “higher quality” than those pesky Western Women and their feminism, and how all (Southeastern) Asian women are pragmatic, gold digging sluts. Just, ew.
I’m so sick and tired of their use of “men” for themselves and “girls” for women. Fucking sexist asshole shithead douchecanoes.
I don’t believe in “ethereal” selves, but semantics aside, this dudebro’s innermost self is not fantastic. It’s small, cramped, warped, and repulsive.
I’m seeing a book in this, along the lines of The Day My Bum Went Psycho. The Day My Boobs Went Capitalist, or something?
Well, thing is, my parents lived in Thailand for quite a while, and based on everything I saw there, in this case “girls” is probably the correct word for the people who creepy dudebro is taking advantage of. I’d actually be more annoyed if he tried to make what he’s doing seem less creepy by pretending they were all adult women.
kittehs – The Day My Tits Shat Gold. *nod*
“For me sex is about ecstatic intimacy.”
One way intimacy… nice oxymoron. But remember how the theory goes: women are inherently solipsistic.
To people like this “intimacy” is just a pretentious way of saying “fucking”. Nothing to do with emotional intimacy at all.
Alice – yup, racist and rapist all together. Sleazoid doesn’t seem to know the difference between “orgasm while masturbating in someone else’s body” and “ecstatic intimacy,” because I’d bet a lot that the former is all he’s talking about. The only intimacy he’s talking about is physical proximity; emotionally, nope. He wouldn’t know real emotional intimacy with someone he knows as a human being and not a fuckdoll.
Ninjaed by everyone! 😛
Perfect!
If tits=nipples, then don’t guys have tits too? But only feeemale tits make money…MISANDRY!!!
By his standards I am incredibly intimate with the guy who colors my hair. I suspect that this may come as an unpleasant surprise to his boyfriend.