Red Pillers see themselves as serious, scientific students of the human condition, helping one another make sense of the sometimes hard truths of human nature. In the Ask The Red Pill subreddit, they deal forthrightly with important questions about life and how to live it. Like: What do I do if my girlfriend insists on walking in front of me? Is playing piano a beta cuck activity? And perhaps the most perplexing question of all: Are lesbians real?
I am happy to announce that Red Pill scientists have reached a consensus on this critical issue: No, lesbians do not exist, outside of a tiny handful of really screwed-up ladies. And also, they’re ugly.
Let’s look at the scientific evidence. According to one Red Pill commenter called Joey_Lopez,
Most of the lesbians I’ve known are not really lesbians. They play lesbian because they think it’ll make them hotter. Without that gimmick more of them would just be below average.
The real lesbians are a product of toxic feminism. They been trained to see men with such disdain that to them the only logical thing to do is get with a female.
Zxcvb7809 is equally blunt:
Every woman I know who claims she is a lesbian sleeps with or has slept with men. They are closer to the socially inept side of the scale I will add which might explain why they would just go for women as opposed to men. I kind of see it as a cop out.
-saltymangos- offers this explanation:
They aren’t real.
In their minds, unattainable/taken men are more attractive. They want what they can’t have. So, they apply this to their own lives and try to become “unattainable” in hopes of being more attractive in the man’s eye. This is only true for women, not men. Men don’t see you as more attractive if you’re taken, but some women cannot think/see past that and get with another woman in hopes of becoming “unattainable” and therefore more attractive.
Very wise, Mr. Mangos, very wise.
TheTrenTr*nnyTrain has a simpler explanation:
There are no lesbians, only ugly women who can’t attract men.
Now, there are a few dissenters. According to BoundaryChimps,
Homosexual behavior can be seen sometimes in non-human animals, so it can’t possibly be only an artifact of girls trying to play games or even of general human psychology.
The only thing left is that it’s real, and that it exists at a level below whatever makes us humans special. Maybe it’s wires accidentally getting crossed before birth or whatever (I mean, it’s not like they contribute to the gene pool), but whatever the cause it is most definitely a thing.
There’s even one dissenter who claims that there are not only lesbians but that some of them are actually pretty.
“It’s not just ugly chicks.,”_Anarchon_ claims,
There are some good looking chicks with deep-seated issues that causes it…typically borderline personality disorder type stuff (abandonment, early abuse, etc). It’s basically incels and femcels that go gay.
I’m not sure I can accept that. The contributions of -saltymangos- and his esteemed colleagues are quite compelling.
And now onto other important questions: Are women mammals? Can they stand upright on their hind legs? Are they capable of tool use?
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An autistic giraffe : no, that can totally be a fair point.
I mean, it’s pretty rare because actually cats are pretty chill, but I know of cases where cat and new owners did not work out a stable relationship and the cat returned to the shelter. One cat I have seen just could not adjust to being the only cat of the house, and another one resented the lack of schedule of his new owner.
Once again, it’s pretty rare and it’s unlikely to happen. If it happen, you would probably just send the cat back to the shelter with an apology.
Best way is to choose the cat who chooses you!
@Lizzie
That’s how I chose my dog. She walked right up to me when I came to visit the breeder and I knew she was the dog for me.
If you got the time, you should visit first. Spend some time with the cats and see who you get on with and who gets on with you. Sometimes takes a few visits to find a good fit though, and don’t go getting guilted into deciding quick. Finding a cat’s a lot like finding a partner. 😛
A. If women had a nickel for every guy who hit on them and then called them a lesbian the second they got turned down, women would have…rather a lot of nickels.
B. If lesbians are ugly and unattractive, why do so many men fantasize about “converting” lesbians, and why is lesbian porn so popular with men?
@Viscaria – That contradiction struck me too. I guess with these guys and their projection, they think same-sex people intuitively understand each other and are therefore easier to bed, while it requires a PhD in anthropology and several statistics classes to demystify the opposite sex. Except that they also believe women are simple creatures driven by instinct and Instagram likes, barely above clams on the sentience scale, so I’m not sure why the scientific minds of Red Pill Reddit continue to be baffled by them, or what that says about the scientific minds of Red Pill Reddit.
I’m asexual panromantic, but cis men have really turned me right off.
They’re attractive, yes, but I don’t think I could ever date another.
@Buttercup
I totally nerd-sniped myself right after reading this. Originally I tried to find a picture of what $100 in nickels looked like:
But in the process I ended up learning about coin roll hunting, when people go through rolls of coins to find valuable coins. One Internet rabbithole later, and I guess that’s a hobby you can take up if you receive large numbers of nickels. Kind of o/t, but potentially useful to women in the situation described.
To be fair, IIRC the vast majority of “lesbian” porn for straight men shows straight actresses doing things that are meant for a straight man to find attractive. I don’t watch porn, but I have talked to other sapphic women who find this annoying because it’s hard to find porn that depicts actual WLW.
Yeah, we’re like the opposite of Tinkerbell: we get more real every time men question our existence.
@Naglfar – As a huge numismatic nerd myself, that photo warms my heart.
When I was eight years old, I found an 1832 penny on a sidewalk in Charlottesville. I have no idea how it got there, or how long it had been there (it was in pretty bad shape), but it got me started coin collecting.
I don’t use actual money much anymore, but I used to always check my change for wheat pennies and pre-1964 silver coins. Every once in awhile I’d get lucky and feel like I won the lottery.
Re: lesbian porn, it’s true that much of it is meant to be consumed by straight men, but we all know Redpillers get their scientific ideas about how life works from porn and cheesy 1980s movies.
@Naglfar: my mom worked in a bank when she was really young and had two successful coin roll hunts: 1) being given a roll of nothing but pure-silver Mercury dimes by an old gentleman (they’re very worn so I don’t know if they’re worth more as metal than coins) and 2) finding a GOLD coin in a roll of quarters! (1911, $5 denomination IIRC, really good condiiton).
@Buttercup, Nequam
My own experience coin collecting is pretty limited, but as for Mercury dimes it looks like if they were in decent condition a roll’s worth would be about $112 on the collector market. If they were in worse condition, the value of the metal alone would be about $90, but it’s illegal to melt US currency.
The best coin I ever got in change was a 1932 wheatback penny.
And at least some is from 50s sitcoms.
I showed this one to my husband because one thing that annoys him is the aggressive guys that say to a pretty lesbian “i can make you straight” or something along those lines. He got to feel first hand how uncomfortable that is when he went with me to a pride event. And he got hit on (which was at first a little awkward cause he had to do the whole ha ha sorry fam, straight).
but then he lost me for a few moments at one of the events and got really creepy hit on, which I think counts as harassments because the guy was not taking any no for an answer and full on sniffed him. Like dude was taller then him, leaned over and smelt his hair. and tried to smell his neck while making a comment about his cologne.
So after that my husband has really become the like defender of lesbian against creepy dudes, because he can physically defend himself pretty well and that was still really creepy and intimidating to him.
@Knitting Cat Lady
Your nick always warms my my heart because it makes me think of a knitting lady who is also a cat.
Anecdotally, a lot of ace women seem to get to hear that they aren’t actually asexual, it’s just that women aren’t that sexual. Finding someone sexually attractive is more of a men’s thing, it turns out, and these “ace” women just need to find someone they really really love, because that’s what women’s sexuality is like. Apparently no woman ever likes sex the first n times, so saying you don’t like sex also doesn’t get you off the hook.
That, or thinking you’re ace just means you’re frigid, or too ugly for anyone to want. Funny how that works.
All of these contemplations on the reality of different sexualities and such makes me wonder whether things would be simpler if you could just, like, believe what people tell you about their own lived experience.
Y’all want another place besides a bank to get a fairly steady of different’ money, work a cash register for a while. Over the decades that I’ve had to do register on, I’ve gotten enough Canadian money to buy a couple of tanks of gas with, plus a few handfuls of pesos, shillings, pences, marks, and euros, plus coins from the Bahamas, Jamaica, Hounduras, India, and assorted other countries around the globe.
I’ve also gotten probably (at a rough guess) around $100 in US coins over the years, too. Bushels of wheat pennies, plus piles of silver dimes and quarters. War nickles (ones minted during WWII) are the hardest to find in a drawer, since there’s little physical indication that one has the ‘P’ or ‘D’ on its back that collectors like. (The letters are the mint they were made at, I’m told.)
According to the coin dealer I used to go to (before he retired earlier this year), his biggest source of minor collector coins were cashiers and other service industry personnel. They’d find the more unusual bills and coins in their drawers, buy them out, and bring them in for a bit of extra cash.
The coins can’t be so worn down that you can’t see the date on them. Also, don’t’ ‘clean them up’ before trying to sell them to a collector. That reduces their value big time, or so I’m told. Collectors apparently like the age on them.
Found out last night that Monica of TransGriot has died. I was never a regular reader of her blog, and it’s possible that I never commented there at all, but I still used it as a resource and so many others did as well.
She is not replaceable.
Rest in power, Monica Roberts
@Masse_mysteria
Like this?
I’m not ace myself, but from asexual friends and acquaintances I hear they also get a fair amount of condescension and ableism e.g. people suggesting there is something wrong with them or that they’re too awkward to find a partner. A few of my autistic friends are asexual and/or aromantic and other people often blame that on them being autistic.
@Naglfar
Unclear if cat is a lady, but top form in any case.
This always seems so backwards to me. Not finding a partner doesn’t say much about your sexuality. Do people honestly think that allosexuals somehow become aces during dry spells or something?
Allosexuals – There’s a term I can’t be taking seriously.
Only thing it brings to mind to me is the 11 PM Friday calls of “Allo dearie, fancy a nice time?” as you walk from pub to chippy.
@Masse_mysteria
I don’t know the cat’s gender, but really I don’t think it matters for a cute picture of a kitty knitting.
That view would imply that everyone is asexual before they have sex for the first time. And is very similar to the idea that bisexual or pansexual people are gay if they are in a gay relationship and straight if they’re in a heterosexual relationship, rather than bi/pan.
I can give some insight as to what it’s like being a very repressed transgender man. (Still sort of am… I’m coming out to my blood family in 6 days, wish me luck lol) who discovered this in middle age, and I can answer some questions about MY repression, having been raised in a very religious conservative family. I’m in my 40s. When I was growing up, I’d never heard of transgender men, it wasn’t something talked about pretty much EVER in most of America, and definitely not by conservatives Even transgender women were just a “joke” or a conservative campfire story in our circles. And that’s probably what makes it most dangerous and difficult for trans kids growing up in these families… there’s so much about social roles and religious roles that’s so heavily connected to gender within the conservative religious framework. You’re so much more invested, even more than sexuality, because religious conservatives can at least comprehend someone like the apostle Paul never getting married or having kids if we’re talking about a gay person who’s chosen to remain celibate, that’s “okay”. It’s even a godly virtue to some. But totally upending what you’re created to be and flipping (or fluidizing) the roles you’re supposed to have that have been dictated by your creator’s decision to give you a dick or not? No way, we can’t have that.
Most of my childhood and adulthood boiled down to was feeling lost, like I’d been dropped in the middle of the wilderness for a sequential treasure hunting game with lunch at the end but they gave me the wrong map, and everyone else in my group had the right one and they were all trotting off to find the things and meet for lunch while I’m standing around going “this makes no sense… none of this looks right, I don’t recognize ANY of this, what do I do now?”, getting angry and frustrated and tired and hungry, and eventually trying to cope by following other people when I could, or walking around hoping I come across one of the treasure locations that might help me find one of the others and then eventually, HOPEFULLY the final location. I tried really hard to be a woman because I was told I was one and that’s how God made me, and I still always felt like I was faking it the whole entire time, every time I wore a dress, every time I put on makeup or shaved my legs or wore a bra. Never thought it looked or felt right but everyone else seemed keen, so okay, I’m a people pleaser and if it works for them I guess I’ll accept it. But I wanted it to fit because that’s what everyone else wanted. I even considered getting some really big breast implants in hopes I’d feel more womanly, because I liked big breasts, and I probably would have done it, except I never had the cash, thank goodness. (I’m also bisexual, as it turns out, and I really enjoy big breasts on other people as a nice option. At least that meant I was still attracted to men too, so that made it easy to attain approved “hetero” relationships by focusing only on that area of my attractions and I could easily tell myself that was normal and being “tempted” toward women was to be expected because Christianity.) When selfies became a thing in the mid-aughts, I just didn’t really… do that. I hated seeing photos of myself, though I never knew why.
Getting pregnant and giving birth to my daughter was my last hope for making womanhood “click” for me and it just didn’t… I was just… “despair” is a more accurate descriptor than disappointment. I took my newborn to a nursing class where these women were talking about their experience and feelings, and I just couldn’t relate at all, I felt like an alien observer and I couldn’t take it anymore, feeling so lost and out of place and disconnected my whole life. I knew that if the “most feminine experience a person can have” didn’t make me feel connected to my womanhood, then nothing ever would. Ever. I’d always feel that way, no matter how invested I was in making it work. And I couldn’t handle it. So I started earnestly planning my suicide and trying to get my bucket list done so I could do it.
Well, a funny thing happened… doing drag just happened to be on my bucket list, so I found a local troupe of drag kings and got some pointers for my first performance. Makeup, wardrobe, concepts, and such. I figured I would keep it pretty simple and plain at first and look very much like a passably street-clothed guy.
The first time I saw the man in the mirror when I got made up and put everything on, I wanted to cry and hug him so much. I didn’t want to take it off and actually took some selfies before I had to wash up. Also I met some (other) trans men at drag shows and over the course of a few months as my brain started to process all the other signs through my life, it all fell into place. Now I’ve been using low dose testosterone for just a little over a year to keep me sane with minimal physical changes (I’ve got some hairs on my chin and my voice has dropped a little), but I’m hoping I can ramp that up to transition fully after I come out. I just wish it hadn’t taken me so long to figure this out, and I could have enjoyed some of the prime of my life as a man instead of my waning years.
@Seth S
This bit reminded me of the way someone I follow on Twitter described it:
“Not understanding gender dysphoria before transition was like sitting with everyone having a glass of water but mine was salt water and I didn’t know it and couldn’t understand how everyone was drinking theirs so I choked mine down quietly until I nearly died from dehydration.”
@Seth S
Thank you for sharing that. It were interesting – and very, very informative. I’m glad you’ve found your path.
Got a couple spare tons of luck kicking around the place here still – so please, take as much as you need for your coming out to kin! 🙂
@ seth s
Hmm, that needs an exclamation mark
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That’s better!!!
@Buttercup:
Well, if that isn’t an oxymoron to rival “jumbo shrimp” & “military intelligence,” I don’t know what is.
I’ve probably been ninja’s already, but what the heck.
I was disappointed it did not involve Allosaurusses (Allosauri?) in any way.