Why sex workers aren’t the solution for incels, part 2

I was reminded again today why exactly sex workers aren’t the “solution” for incels, and I thought I’d write a sort of followup to the post I originally wrote on the subject last October.

You can read the full argument there, but the short version is: because sex in itself isn’t really what incels want, and because their bitterness towards women in general and sex workers in particular can lead to abuse. Incels believe they are entitled to sex and to love, and having to pay for sex without love makes them angry; they so denigrate sex workers that they don’t even see sex with them as sex, considering themselves still celibate “escortcels.”

In my previous post on these so-called escortcels, I looked at a “field report” from one incel who wrote about how abusive he had been towards a sex worker whose supposed attitude he didn’t like. The Incels.is post I’m going to look at today comes from another escortcel, one whose main crime isn’t abuse but self-pity. But it also reveals why forcing incels on sex workers isn’t just bad for sex workers; it won’t fix what ails incels.

“I’m done escortcoping,” the man calling himself subhuman writes.

I thought that escortceling would make up for my lack of a sex life. But it’s not the same. And it will never make up for the absence of love in my adolescence.

Incels are convinced that if they don’t have love and sex as an adolescent, their lives will be ruined forever.

A couple months ago I found this girl who is somewhat popular online and escorts UTR [under the radar]. She looks like one of those dumb zoomer white girls you see on tiktok who is young with a tiny waist and disproportionately massive tits. I paid her a little over 3k for the night (if you want to fuck one of those sluts you fap to on social media, pricing starts at like 1k an hour). It was by all accounts a good punt, she was the hottest girl I’ve fucked so far, but it left me deeply embittered and disillusioned with modernity and with escortcoping.

So let’s hear his tale of woe.

I had to treat her to dinner if I booked her for the night so we met up at a restaurant. I let her pick the place – big mistake. The bill was over $200 for the two of us. I try to get to know her during dinner but quickly realized she was some generic bitch with a cookie cutter personality. The only thing these girls know is food, travel, sucking dick, and social media. Out of necessity, I had to talk about myself. I’m sick of myself, but I find these types to be insufferable. I tell her about lookism, and of course she tries to tell me its horseshit, that she has friends that are with guys that she doesnt think is attractive, and that she personally finds intelligence to be the most attractive thing in a man. I didn’t find it convincing.

What a joy it must be to have to endure an incel monologuing about “lookism.” I can only hope for her sake that the food was good.

Eventually I change the subject and start talking about God. I found it amusing to tell this whore about a moral being who is responsible for a world where happiness is conditional on virtue. She wasn’t too enthused about it.

An escortcel lecturing on morality. What a treat.

Then we went back to my hotel and smashed.

I’m going to skip the sordid details here.

It was a consummate experience, and we spent the rest of the time cuddling and making out.

But the experience made me realize that a lack of sex isn’t the reason why I’m unhappy.

A rare moment of self-reflection from an incel.

I don’t even know if sex is a good thing. It turns girls into damaged goods who lose the ability to love. What we really need is love, the path to happiness isn’t sexual consumerism but purity and monogamy. But this is pretty much impossible in this hostile climate of loose morals.

A hateful fuck lecturing about love.

If you didn’t get it as a teenager, JFL it’s over. You could geomax or groommax, but the problem still remains that you spent your teenage years alone.

Get over it.

Escortceling is really quite dogshit, and by partaking in it you aren’t really much better than the whores you’re fucking.

No, you’re far, far worse.

For one, it’s meaningless. You will never have a relationship with these girls, most of the time you just see them once and then never again. And even if you did, they aren’t even capable of love. Two, you are just funding their whore lifestyle by paying them. Like this girl I fucked, she only escorts part time. She uses this money to live a lavish lifestyle and travel the world and have sex with chads for free and without a condom.

If she put up with you, she more than earned her money.

Three, these girls were at one point capable of love, but lost it by having sex with a ton of chads in adolescence (for free). It is kind of infuriating to think these whores used to at least somewhat resemble a human being, and chads in adolescence got to enjoy it while you rotted in your room on your computer.

Get the fuck over it.

Anyway, TLDR I lost my cope and now don’t really know how I’m gonna spend the rest of my life. I don’t really like this world. I don’t particularly enjoy living in it. I guess it doesn’t even matter though, if you miss out on teen love your life is over

If you have that attitude, you’ll never fix your life, whether you pay for sex or get it free. Lack of sex isn’t the problem; you’re the problem.

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