If you’re a hot-blooded heterosexual male, who would you prefer as a sexual partner: an ugly woman who looks just like a man or a beautiful boy who looks just like a woman?
by Arch Stanton
This article is based on a long Comment submitted to our website by ‘Arch Stanton’: with pictures, captions and substantial additions to the text by Lasha Darkmoon.
Here’s one “girly boy” very few hot-blooded males I know are likely to fancy. He is the Austrian transvestite, Conchita Wurst, aka “the Bearded Lady”, who won the 2014 Eurovision Song Contest to international acclaim. (LD)
Schopenhauer had no time for women. In one of the most misogynistic statements ever made, the German philosopher dismisses the female sex as beneath contempt.
Nature has provided Woman with superabundant beauty and charm for a few years at the expense of the whole remainder of her life, so that during these years she may so capture the imagination of a man that he is carried away into undertaking to support her honorably in some form or another for the rest of her life, a step he would seem hardly likely to take for purely rational considerations.
For just as the female ant loses its wings after mating, since they are then superfluous, indeed harmful to the business of raising the family, so the woman usually loses her beauty after one or two child-beds, and probably for the same reason.
The fundamental defect of the female character is a lack of a sense of justice.
This originates first and foremost in their want of rationality and capacity for reflection but it is strengthened by the fact that, as the weaker sex, they are driven to rely not on force but on cunning: hence their instinctive subtlety and their ineradicable tendency to tell lies: for, as nature has equipped the lion with claws and teeth, the elephant with tusks, the wild boar with fangs, the bull with horns and the cuttlefish with ink, so it has equipped woman with the power of dissimulation as her means of attack and defense, and has transformed into this gift all the strength it has bestowed on man in the form of physical strength and the power of reasoning.
Dissimulation is thus inborn in her and consequently to be found in the stupid woman almost as often as in the clever one.
Only a male intellect clouded by the sexual drive could call the stunted, narrow-shouldered, broad-hipped and short-legged sex the “fair sex”.
They are sexus sequior, the inferior second sex, in every respect.
One should be indulgent toward their weaknesses, but to pay them honor is ridiculous beyond measure and demeans us even in their eyes.
Strong words indeed! They have made me reassess my own attitude to women. Though some of the pronouncements of this most most pessimistic of German philosophers will strike a chord in many men of a misogynistic bent, I find myself in disagreement with many of Schopenhauer’s basic assumptions.
It is interesting to note that the very worst female traits Schopenhauer assigns to women are the same traits Jews exhibit in their dealings with non-Jews, e.g. physical cowardice, which in the woman’s case, is derived from physical inferiority.
Since a woman is physically inferior to the males with whom she must coexist, she develops cunning, “dissimulated” methods to overcome her inability to physically dominate men. A man confronts, while a woman manipulates.
Jewish culture has in the strangest manner gone from being an intensely patriarchal society run by rabid misogynists, to a limp-wristed, highly feminized culture that uses woman as its basis for racial determination, a fact noted many times in the past by other authors like Alex Linder.
Jews are the fountainhead for all the twisted sexual inversions found in modern western culture, i.e. transgenderism, transvestism, homosexuality, pedophilia, S&M et al. Jews are masters at promoting these deviant practices because their interest goes beyond the basic agenda of cultural destruction. Like their penchant for torture based on sexual pleasure, Jews also derive sexual pleasure from these various perversions.
Those familiar with porn will see how certain perversions receive disproportionate coverage from these Jewish pornographers: most notably those perversions involving pain, torture or humiliation.
It’s all about having sexual fun at the expense of the gullible goyim.
What I have found most interesting is all this has alerted me to one of my own peculiar traits of physical attraction. While reviewing various websites involving transvestism, I discovered to my astonishment that men can be made to appear every bit as beautiful and sexually attractive to a man as any woman.
This points to the fact that males may not be as attracted to the opposite sex as much as they are to the mere appearance of the opposite sex. Thus a dichotomy will arise in the mind of the heterosexual male when encountering a male transvestite he finds physically appealing. The effect of this state of mental confusion has no doubt been foreseen by the alien shape-shifters running America.
I lived in Southern California for a number of years, so I am quite familiar with transvestism and homosexuality (or so I thought) as such people abound in the “land of fruits and nuts.” As one cannot help but interact with Jews if one lives in Manhattan, a Southern California resident cannot help but deal with the sexual perversions of Southern Californians. It’s one of the many bizarre things Californians have adjusted to in their attempt to deal with life in that faded state.
It doesn’t take long before one can spot such perversions from afar. Yet I have discovered that there are undoubtedly a certain percentage of males that pass undetected as women. During my enlistment in the Marines, there used to be quite a bit of barracks braggadocio about going out on the town to “roll some fags.” Later there would often be a recounting of these exploits, how so and so “beat the living shit out of some faggot.”
Yet there were a few encounters that may have been more then mere braggadocio. From time to time a Marine would return from town with a bewildered appearance. Among the confusion, one could see the need for the young man to relate his experience to someone and more than once I happened to be close by when they told their story. Typically the story would run like this:
“You know, I just went out on the town to have a few drinks, and while I was at the bar this gorgeous chick sits down beside me. And you know, like, we started to talk. Man, she was beautiful! I mean, a real looker. Well, after a few drinks she suggested that we might take a drive up to some lookout point. And I can tell you, I was ready!
So when we got up to the point we began making out, you know, and I just got hotter and hotter. Finally, I reached down into her panties and you won’t believe it but – uh – she wasn’t a girl, she had a dick!
I didn’t know what to do, so I told her to get out of the car and I drove back to base. Man, you wouldn’t believe how good looking this girl was!”
Little does he know that the attractive woman he is about to come on to is a man — this man!
(For more details, see here)
At the time I had chalked this up to a certain agrarian naïveté towards life in the big city. I figured that this, combined with the raging hormonal state of a young male now immersed in the Marine Corp’s Über-masculine culture, accounted for the young Marine’s inability to discriminate between males and females. It took many years and the internet to finally realize what had led to such confusion in these young men’s minds.
One thing noticeably absent form these accounts is the lack of physical violence for which Marines are noted. Not once did I hear of any “beating the shit” out of a transvestite. In fact a few times, the story was how they simply drove back to the bar where the transvestite was dropped off. Of course never did I hear any stories of striking up any further relationship with the imitation girl either.
What I find most interesting about the male transvestite/transgender movement is the antithetical direction away from modern feminism. These former males strive to achieve the very same lacy-pink, ultra-feminine, appearance eschewed by the modern woman. These “demales” are frequently a throwback to those vestiges of femininity last seen in the late fifties and early sixties. Such altered males invariably go to extremes to achieve the very femininity women hate. These men spend their time having their hair done to 1950’s or 60’s perfection while picking out the type of lacy pink lingerie few women today would ever think of purchasing, let alone wearing.
Today, women opt for trousers, torn Jeans, unkempt hair, and masculine tattoos. So the question is what will be the result of a society where these “demales”, or men who affect an exaggerated female appearance, are actually more attractive to men than their female counterparts?
A red-blooded, heterosexual male can perhaps be excused if he finds himself sexually attracted to a pretty boy who looks just like a girl ought to look — supremely feminine — than to the somewhat dubious female specimen shown in the picture above.
One can surmise that while further adding to the confused mental state of the young male, this will serve as an adjunct to the homosexual agenda.
Essentially, the boygirl phenomenon represents a far more attractive form of homosexuality for heterosexual males than straight, raw homosexuality as we know it.
It can be seen as a halfway house, so to speak, between straight sex and gay sex — with one foot in each camp.
If the Jews excel at one thing, if they demonstrate true genius, it is in their relentless pursuit towards the misery and destruction of the white male and the cultures he created. As for women. I truly love them for their essential nature. While many women might appear fluffy minded, distracted intellects, they are the true lovers.
Due to their child bearing capacities, women have an innate capacity for unconditional love. It is this love that binds us so tightly to our mothers. No one loves like a mother loves. Such love transcends the physical lust men so often mistake for love.
Lasha Darkmoon comments:
Recent research by Ruth Feldman, a psychologist at Bar-Ilan University in Israel, has shown that higher levels of oxytocin during pregnancy are associated with better bonding after a baby is born. “Fathers also get an oxytocin boost when playing with their babies, Feldman said. And pilot data on a large study of new lovers suggests that when people fall in love, oxytocin levels spike.” (See here)
Oxytocin is now known as the “love drug” or the “mom hormone”. High levels are associated with bonding and maternal protectiveness. Apparently, men with high oxytocin levels are likely to bond more closely with their children. “Studies on mice have found that oxytocin changes the behavior of virgin females so that they are able to respond to the distress calls of baby mice.” (Independent ‘I’ newspaper, UK, 16 April, 2015).
A further report in the Independent states that the same “love hormone” — oxytocin — that secures a bond between a woman and her new-born baby is also involved in bonding between dogs and their owners. Researchers in Japan have found that oxytocin, the hormone released into the bloodstream of women just after childbirth and during breast-feeding, also increases in dogs and their owners after they interact while playing together or during walks.
“The scientists, led by Takefumi Kikusui of Azabu University, showed it was possible to increase the number of times dogs gazed at their owners by spraying their noses with oxytocin.” — Independent [‘I’], “Love hormone helps pet bonding”, April 17, 2015.
I find it ironic that at this late stage of life, a beautiful woman can still stop me in my tracks, her image remaining in my mind for some time after the sighting. Such is the power of attraction between the sexes – at least under the long established social conditions structured by the white male.
Lasha Darkmoon would like to add a little true story,
a cautionary tale, to round off this essay:
THE NORMAN CONQUEST
An amusing story is told about the great writer Norman Mailer, notorious for his womanising. One evening, finding himself at a fashionable party in Manhattan, the Jewish novelist let his lecherous eye fall on a young lady of surpassing beauty. She was sitting on a sofa, smoking a cigarette nonchalantly, her dark eyes veiled with long silken lashes. Smitten by her youth and beauty, Norman moved in at once and began chatting her up.
“Your place or mine . . . ?” Norman says, after two hours of verbal foreplay.
“Yours!” the lady whispers, licking dry lips.
They are presently in a taxi cab, being whisked away to Norman’s palatial apartment. He can barely keep his hands off his delicious prize. The cab driver is having a problem concentrating on the road ahead. Wow, this is gettin’ really hot!
Finally, the amorous couple make it. They stagger into the dimly lit hallway of the apartment, avid for copulation. Norman rips off his tie triumphantly. The lady kicks off her shoes with abandonment, fixing the Great Novelist with smoldering eyes, like a tigress on heat.
“Dahlin, I wanna eat you alive!” she husks.
They are now in the master bedroom. Fast forward ten minutes. Kiss follows burning kiss, caress follows caress. The bed sheets are almost on fire. Norman can wait no longer. His hand reaches under her panties. And encounters hard resistance. A rigid protuberance.
“Wow ma’am, you ain’t no lady!” Norman fumes, ready to explode.
“Nope, but does it matter?”
Apparently it didn’t. Because it was too late for Norman to stop. He decided to see it through to the end, obtaining the Ultimate Orgasm.
And get this — Norman was an incorrigible homophobe!