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.
CassandraSays – No, no, the mocking is awesome. It’s cathartic for me.
At this point I know it’s a grudge, but even their economic stuff bothers me. Like, “I don’t believe in money, so I’m trying to live self-sufficiently/cooperatively/by barter?” Cool. “I don’t believe in money, so people should give me stuff for free”? Yeahhh no.
“Also, she thought I’d raped her at the time but after I cried and whined for 5 hours about how bad that made me feel that helped her to re-frame the issue in a way that made it clear she hadn’t really been violated. So you can’t punish me.”
“Sexual hunger strike?” I hope this asshole never gets within spitting distance of laid again. Wow, so much gross.
What bothers me most is that I can see how someone who’s not used to talking about this stuff in detail could read his shit and be taken in by it. He’s a relatively skilled manipulator, which makes him very dangerous.
Cliff, you’re snarking 50 Shades of Dreck, a mere 50 000 word blogpost should be nothing. 😛
Fuck him, the little gobshite.
I read the “take part in healing” as meaning “get to do the same shit we did to you before, but do it nicely so you’ll see you got it wrong.”
Everyone around this guy should go on a sexual strike as far as he’s concerned. If he never touched or was touched by anyone again, it’d be too soon.
I suspect plenty of these slimebreaths know what consent is, but choose to ignore it, and worse, warp the idea in order to abuse. I’m not inclined to apply Hanlon’s razor (“never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity”) when it comes to abuse situations – just the opposite.
Seriously, the hairs on the back of my neck are raised just from reading the stuff already filtered through you guys. 0_0
auggz – yeah, ‘cos people who don’t do sex as prescribed by shiteboy aren’t real people, amirite?
I don’t know how well people here know Maggie Mayhem, but she’s really smart, and a tough cookie. She’s the one who instigated the pushback against Kink.com. So to see him successfully pushing her buttons…dude needs to be barred from every kink community around, because he’s dangerous. This is some Hugo-level manipulative bullshit.
kittehserf – I think the idea is that no real person could ever turn down sex just because they weren’t sure if they were committing rape or not.
*washes self vigorously*
*still feels unclean*
What happened with Kink.com? Same sort of stuff?
I don’t know Maggie well, but I follow her on Tumblr and she’s pretty awesome there. It sucks a lot to see M*yM*y (who will turn up here, btw, they Google themselves like 500 times a day, so) being such a manipulative asshole to her.
Wow. I’ve only fairly recently realized how into kink I am, and seeing all this stuff everyone is talking about here makes me glad I never sought out the community in my city. Holy shitfuck.
Um, no? Because I don’t actually have any hidden, suppressed desire to rape anyone? But thanks for the tour of your subconscious!
*Bathes in anti-bacterial soap*
[Content note: rape, transmisogyny, anti-lesbian bigotry]
All of this talk is reminding me of one of my older siblings’ community college teacher, who is a poly male dom and has what he calls a “sex dungeon” in his house. He was talking about all of the various sex toys he owns, and then because I was trans, he and his friends started making rape jokes about me being sexually abused in his basement as some “tr*nny” fetish object. They joked about things like “He’s going to love raping you with those new toys of his! I’m sure he’s dying to know what tr*nnies are like.” (Not their exact words, but it’s close enough.)
Can we, like, ward him off or something? Will garlic work? I mean, it’s supposed to work for vampires of the physical rather than emotional variety…
I have to admit I would sort of enjoy a faceoff between this character and Manboobzers.
Everyone, limber up your typing fingers!
Oh Historophilia, I saw that. It was absolutely awful, I’m so sorry. I was going to send you a PM, but I didn’t know if I should bring it up again hours later. Ugh, just terrible, terrible people.
I’m so sorry about MM, too, Cliff. This thread is an awful-people-a-thon.
kittehserf-
I know the one creepy rapey guy I was describing does a bunch of dom work for them, so there’s that in addition to the stuff CassandraSays is thinking about.
… Jesus, Ally. That is beyond awful. Why is a college teacher even talking about that to begin with?
Oh FSM, Ally, that’s terrible. I can’t believe people sometimes.
It’s times like this where I remember the best rock star quote I ever heard (from a dude who I loved when I was a teenager).
“The more people I meet, the more I love my cat.”
Oh, I forgot to add the part about anti-lesbian bigotry. [Continued content note]
He joked about trying to make a lesbian at his gym straight by pressuring her to have sex with him. And his friends called her a man-hating feminazi. Yeah…they’re terrible people. I didn’t even know how to respond when they said those things.
That’s it! I’m bringing out the big barrel o’ hugs and leaving it in the center of the room for anyone who needs one. The barrel is surrounded by cute animals. Here’s an assortment:
rainbow-colored parrots
hugging meerkats
mini-otter
bird and kitten, getting along famously
Oh FFS. Ally, I am so sorry they did that to you.
Because nothing makes lesbians want to experiment with a man more than total creeps who call them names.
This is the most depressing thread I’ve ever seen.