Why Feminism Won’t Liberate Men Sexually

I had the fortune of finding an article posted about 4 weeks ago on “We Hunted The Mammoth” in which the sites owner and noted male feminist – David Futrelle – promoted an article on The New Statesmen about how liberating men sexually would bring about an end to the problems women face concerning sexism.

Liberation usually sounds like a phenomenal idea.  Well, what kind of liberation is the the author – a dominatrix by trade named Margaret Corvid  – talking about?

Let’s get started.  There are plenty of anticipated attacks on MRA’s, the manosphere, and the ever present Patriarchy.   Before we go any further, she makes a very important point about feminism and how it relates to men.

“As feminists, we rightfully put the interests of women first, and we are skeptical of ostensibly feminist arguments that appeal to men’s interests.”

Straight from the horses mouth.  It’s statements like this that should convince anyone with a pair of testicles that any men’s issues the feminist movement claims to advocate for are at most lip service.   When it comes to the lip service, she barely even does that with her suggested feminist skepticism of anything that appeals to “men’s interests.”

The sexual liberation she talks about later will specifically not appeal to the interest of most men in the general population.  Throughout this piece she implies, but never explicit states this idea that men should be vulnerable during sex.   However, the kind of vulnerability she refers to is that of men being dominated or “penetrated”.

“He is allowed to penetrate, but not to be penetrated; to control, but not to surrender; to enjoy the grace, sensuality, and sex appeal of a woman, but never to wish to express these traits himself.”


Mommy Time.


Okay, fine.  What disturbs me is that she continually suggests that men who don’t enjoy or being dominated are somehow suppressing their full sexuality.   Perhaps its not fear preventing an embrace of this kind of sexuality,  but rather a majority of men who really don’t want anything put up their ass.

Even now, what feminism asks of men – that they be conscious of their privilege and respect the agency of women – can lead them to truly satisfying intimate relationships.

Notice how she mentions that being aware of privilege and “respecting the agency of women” whatever that actually means and/or exactly how one goes about that somehow equates to satisfying intimate relationships. 

Think about that.  Since when has checking, being aware, and acknowledging, one’s privilege automatically translated to successful intimacy in relationships?  Acknowledging your male privilege isn’t going to get your wife or girl-friend to put out more.  It’s not going to land you any dates.

In fact, I would suggest that “privileged” checking in front of women for well intentioned reasons of modern SJWs communicate a lack of confidence and assertiveness.   It is the equivalent of undermining yourself – which essentially destroys your chances of landing that date.

Later she makes a similar claim in the ending to this piece:

“For men, a true feminism offers liberation and sexual fulfillment, through the very process of coming to a fuller understanding of their privileges, and burdens, under patriarchy. “

Quite an assumption.  Again, how?  Having a full and thorough understanding of your burdens doesn’t translate to liberation and/or sexual fulfillment.

“We may not be able to reach the most hateful misogynists, but feminists must directly attack the false ideology of men’s rights. We must offer a real answer for men consumed by anxiety, and especially those who feel a sense of sexual frustration.

Yet again, I don’t think the answer to sexual frustration for many men is being dominated and/or having things shoved up their ass.    Being dominated by a dominatrix might appeal to a small segment of the male population, but what about the rest of us?

“It is feminism that offers men the chance at a sexually fulfilling life. When rape culture is extinguished, when patriarchy subsides, all genders can realize their full sexual expression in safety.”

Checking our privilege and patriarchal burdens doesn’t seem to give us a clear picture and game-plan for improving our sex lives if it doesn’t involve anal penetration by a foreign object.  Being forced to rain in our “toxic masculinity” in concern to our sexuality as feminism demands also doesn’t seem to sound like a fulfilling proposition.

I’ll make a brave and shocking assertion; a fulfilling sex life for men can’t be achieved by concentrating specifically on the issues of women and ignoring those of men which today’s radical feminists seem to do quite often.




Tales Of Privilege – Damsel In The Wasteland


I wake up in the underground volcano Patriarchy lair off the coast of Saudi Arabia, a bottle of Johnny Oppression still firmly wedged in my bloody fist.

It’s just another morning for the Patriarchy.

I and other members of the Patriarchy dwell in this dark and dimly lit lair – just like our capitalistic souls – so we can split the rent having donated the majority of our income to the foundation for Promoting Rape Culture.

Every morning routine must be kicked off with max testosterone fueled amounts of oppression.


In our quest to destroy the environment, I use as much water as possible for my ice-cold shower as I manspread.

I stroke my barbarian neck-beard, freshly moisturized with “Male Shitlord” shampoo for a meaty, violent, and non-inclusive smell. . I still am too feminine in my appearance and smell. I viciously spray myself with “Oppression” cologne – the Enhanced edition.

They say that 60% of the time, it boosts your sexism levels every time.

With a loud and demonic laugh, I put on my Bond villain suit – mandatory for all Heroes of the Patriarchy. Our wickedness is now over 9000 on the “Male Oppression Scale”


In the distance, the Phallic sky signal goes off.

My toxic masculine thoughts suspect that a damsel in deep and hard distress . I can feel myself become aroused and in glee upon anticipation of the sight of her suffering.

It’s my turn today, to fight for the Patriarchy and to fight equality and justice.

Last time out, I shut down a women’s domestic violence soup-kitchen and blew up a shelter for kittens, but my oppressive male soul needed more to feed it’s black heart.

Opening the door to the helicopter bay is simple – one swipe of my male cis privilege card.

It’s all the small things in life that make oppression a worthy structural and ingrained pursuit.

I soar through the sky in my penis shaped helicopter, emblazoned with shield maidens, threatening words, and malice inducing symbols.

Upon circling the scorched earth and destroyed buildings from Patriarchal privilege for what seems like a man-hour, I spot a transexual two-spirit otherkin transracial half-elf thing with what appears to be breasts.

A female.

I rejoice with masculine roars in surprise having thought females to have gone extinct from years of Patriarchal hunting.

My vicious straight male heart leaps in my chest as I objectify this female with my male-invented binoculacreeps as it struggles to survive in the Patriarchal wasteland.

I can feel uncontrolled male aggression raging inside of me.


Today, a chance has finally arisen for me to creep and mansplain. I grow hard thinking about how my words alone will be so dangerous, hurtful, and oppressive.

It’s days like these that I regret I only have one life to give for the Patriarchy.

I see the female, wave up at me, desperate for straight half-white male help. The vicious male pick-up artist and player, in me demands that I circle her to prolong the rescue.


I will choose the exact moment when I shall rescue her.

Finally, I land the copter abrasively and emerge like a Greek god of oppression, the smoke and dust scattering before me.

With my veins bulging in my steroid infused biceps, I sweep her up and toss her like a used condom into the helicopter.

As I re-enter the copter in a most violent and physical manner, “she” glances up at me through weak tear-filled feminine emotions and in a soft voice utters,

” thank…. you…”

I snidely mansplain as my voice bellows with power,

“It was my privilege”.

My Brutal Self-Reflection

I’m a fortunate son.

Self-reflection is often something we neglect – or perhaps I simply avoid. I’d like to give a shoutout to DCLlive for his post, “Don’t Lose Your Identity”, that got me reflecting honestly about where I am at in my own life after discovering the manosphere and principles of TRP.    If I am brutally honest, I feel like a pampered failure who has squandered his inheritance in a pig’s snout.

My pride hurts.  While other people I know might believe I’ve got it together, I know deep-down that I don’t.

Change is often something that must come directly from within.  Family, friends, and worldview can help prod me along, but ultimately I must have the drive and ambition to lead the charge within myself. Unfortunately, I really don’t.

I discovered the manosphere a bit over 6 months ago and it’s most certainly had an effect on my life.  I’ve gotten laid more, become much better at talking to girls, and  have gotten them coming to me – woman want me and that’s not an egocentric statement.

I’ve gained a better understanding of attaining the kind of relationship I want,  started to understand what becoming a man requires,  the importance of developing and improving myself, and making use of my time – thanks to being introduced to “Minimalism” through Captain Capitalism and one of his books, “Enjoy The Decline.”   Things are looking up.   They also are bugging me though.

The more and more I think about it, I realize I’ve wasted alot of the time of my early 20s.   I managed to get out on my own for a year and rent an apartment with my friends. Even though it was a mistake, I learned a lot.  I then took a few years off school, but didn’t do much besides work.

I’m one of those lucky individuals who has free tuition because my father works at the school. (I have no debt.)  That being said, I still have squandered the time, barely made an attempt to get anything more than passing grades, and essentially have been fooling around while living in my parents basement.  Even the time I dedicate to homework I waste playing games, watching movies, ect.

I can pick the time and days I work because of my job at my school and I can literally work it around my class schedule.   Even then, I choose not to work nearly as much as I should.   I essentially have no bills, besides a phone bill and gas as my Dad has been covering my car insurance and even currently the phone bill.

How’s that for independence?

It scares me.   I don’t want to be one of those losers going into their 30s who really is still dependent on their parents.

Even when I graduate from college, which appears to be the next semester, I’ll have turned 27 in October.  I don’t even know what I will do with my degree, besides be happy that it was free.  I am already ashamed of the fact it will have taken me that long to graduate, besides the fact that I’ve been able to take alot of non-related degree classes allowing me to really enjoy my college experience.

Even most of my family makes comments about how long it has taken me and my uncle asks me what I plan to do when I get done with it all.  I honestly don’t have a good answer to give him. This also scares me.  What am I actually going to do for a career? I’m still not sure at this point.

I know I should acquire as many skills as I can at this point, but I can’t motivate myself to form any kind of ambition, despite things being handed to me on a plate.    I’ve actually attempted to learn some internet coding languages, but I can’t seem to force myself past the initial steps.  This even occurs when I try to learn basic video editing – I get too lazy to bother following through.

How can I actually allow myself to blow this kind of opportunity?

I barely bother to apply myself with my homework, and as I type this, I’m mightily behind in a Spanish class this semester I’ve barely applied myself to – despite actually wanting to learn Spanish.

Being brutally honest with myself, I’ve come to this conclusion: I’ve become a nasty internet cliche of everything I don’t want to be.

I need to get my shit together.  Change starts from within.  I want to become a real man with real responsibility – actually becoming mature. Can I motivate myself to do that? I hope to God that I can.

It’s time for me to develop a motivation mindset.

Why is Catcalling Bad?

We are often told in life that many things are “bad”.     Some are obvious – theft, rape, murder, ect.  Others such as “cat-calling” are not.   I ran into this article on XoJane in which this smoking hot babe was catcalled. Determined to do something about it, she confronted every last one of them.  Either there were only 3 encounters worth mentioning, or she was only catcalled three times – group encounter for one of those – in a week.

Something that kept popping up in my mind: Why actually is catcalling bad? Most men – and I use that concept sparingly – know that it often doesn’t work, hence it usually is employed as more of a “I’m messing with you” kind of interaction.   Well these days, almost any kind of interaction can become undesirable, offensive, and even become capable of being defined as harassment.

Catcalling has been a bullet point for most of today’s modern first-world feminists. We know they don’t like it, but they never have really set up a “doctrinal statement” with all the trimmings as to why catcalling is offensive.   (1) “I’m offended”, is not an actual valid argument.  Why should we care? Just to get the cycle rolling, perhaps we are offended that they are offended.   (2) Just because certain women are offended by it does not actually make it offensive.  (3) Interactions that make you uncomfortable aren’t inherently wrong.

Her main “argument” against catcalling seemed to be that it makes women feel afraid:

How can you explain to a stranger that a compliment makes us feel afraid? That words like gorgeous and beautiful sound like threats when we hear them whispered to us on an empty street late at night? That we feel uneasy, objectified, and uncomfortable when you say this to us while we’re going about our normal routine, not asking to be judged on our appearance out loud? That this thing they do for fun is at the expense of our peace of mind?

So if something makes someone afraid, we shouldn’t say it? Where exactly is the line drawn? So what if it causes fear? What if this women actually causes fear just by the sound of her voice?

That’s not a quick chat you can have with a stranger on a street corner. It needs to be part of a bigger conversation, earlier on, by the people who are in charge of shaping you into a respectable human. When we’re being taught as young women not to respond to this kind of attention, we need to also be teaching our young men not to engage in this behavior in the first place.

Until she and the rest of these radical 3rd wave feminists provide a thorough methodology as well as a strong philosophical foundation for why young men shouldn’t cat call,   we should ignore and dismiss her demands as illogical and irrational.  In fact, I’ve talked to girls who claim they like and enjoy cat-calling.  While it is a somewhat mundane form of validation, why should I encourage others to acquiesce to the demands of this writer vs these other girls I’ve talked to? It’s also not just the ladies I’ve talked to but ladies online, including self-identifying feminists.   Decisions, decisions.

I very much dislike in today’s polarized and vitriolic climate.  I also take issue with the constant refusal and automatic dismissal of people based on what they identify with as well as the labels others give them – yes that includes radical feminists and all other “labels” I disprove of.   We should never become these irate walking narcissists who will only associate with others who think as we do.   However, we must be careful as well.

In the end, if a woman confronts you about “catcalling” its an immediate, glaring, and vibrant red flag that you should ignore her and refuse to converse with her any further. Walk away, and if she refuses to stop following you, threaten to call the police.  The chances are high she could be a radical feminists who has a score to settle with the male half of our species and defining your words as “harassment” is her logical next step.   When you run into the Jezebels of the world, it’s best to avoid them, or face their wrath in which the ends always justify the means.

Happy Conversing.

Problems in the Manosphere

The Emerging Problem

It deeply pains me to admit this, but the “manosphere” and some who have taken “The Red Pill”  (TRP) have allowed their pain and anger to distract them from self-improvement and to mistakenly and irresponsibly blame women for their pain.

In fact, it has become home to some men who might actually hate women – in particular the “Men Going Their Own Way”  (MGTOW) portion of it who I actually deeply sympathize with.  (Disclosure: I’m not a feminist.)

The thing is, most men aren’t meant to be bachelors.  Despite what most MGTOWs will tell you, men and women need each other.  We were designed to be together. It’s good and its healthy, regardless of how much modern day feminism has poisoned the waters between the two genders.

Yes, there actually are some misogynists who are TRP – some of these MGTOWs.  Like any ideology that has come about as a backlash because of the insanity that 3rd wave feminism has become, it has members who have become just as hate-filled as the feminist movement it despises.    Aaron Clarey a.k.a Captain Capitalism has made a video saying some things that really needed to be said about this emerging problem.  There may be some backlash, but the truth and objective critiques meant to help others hurt.


Even though I’m only about 6 months in TRP, I understand that the whole point of the TRP is to acknowledge one’s own personal responsibility, rather then defer it to the opposite sex with excuses like, “All Women Are Like That” (AWALT) when rejection occurs – particularly approach rejection and rejection from women overall.   (I will admit,  I don’t experience approach rejection all that often.)

MGTOW is supposedly specifically about improving yourself, becoming self-disciplined, and becoming someone that not only women want to be around, but other men as well by not putting “pussy” on a pedestal – you know what white knights and manginas actually do.   Instead, it more and more is becoming a circle-jerk where we talk about how much they hate how  “terrible” women are.

Newsflash:  Only just over 15% of women identify as feminists, and most of those aren’t the radicals who we hear the most about online.

Some of these MGTOWs, as Clarey points out, haven’t been successful with women because they aren’t willing to put in the effort which is shocking considering I know some older ugly fat dudes who still get laid.   What is the entire point of TRP and of the MGTOWs with in it? Simple.  Take personal responsibility for yourself instead of blaming others – that includes women. This is makes TRP like a beacon of light in the midst of darkness because we live in a culture where EVERYTHING is someone else’s fault. Yes, many women have been unfortunately influenced by modern day feminism and it has helped to warp their attitudes toward men.

Now some of us Red Pillers have even developed our own kinds of shaming languages which we then sling at anyone who is willing to impartially observe on the sidelines. We then continue to blame women, and when we experience rejection, we spew a bunch of vitriol about “AWALT” and the like.

The Manosphere, and the The Red Pill in general is about improving yourself and embracing reality, not blaming women for every problem under the sun.  Women aren’t the enemy.   They are our mothers, our sisters, our wives, and our daughters.  Regardless of what is said, men and women will always need each other.  It’s a fact of history and of life.

Say anything remotely good about women and you are some sort of mangina white knighting feminist.  If we keep abusing these words like feminists have done with words like misogyny and rape, soon they won’t mean anything.

This is shocking to think, but some men – myself included- really like women. I dare say it’s because of our biology! Hell, some of us actually like the “traditional” idea of finding a girl, getting married, and growing into old age together and being happy doing it.   I grow tired of seeing people in TRP community whose pain I can identify with throw these blanket assumptions of absolute fact upon all women.

Growing Pains


Someone needed to say this in the manosphere and it hasn’t been just Clarey.  About two weeks ago “Blair Naso” at the so affectionately labeled “misogyny central” site Return Of Kings  wrote a brilliant piece, Most Men Do Not Deserve A Marriageable Woman pointing out this exact problem and blame game we have allowed ourselves to get suckered into.  He points out in the article  (1) how we have allowed ourselves to blame everyone else – women in particular for our problems – when it comes to having “bad” experiences with them and finding them and (2) how we have developed a sense of entitlement because we exist.  When I use the word “entitlement”, I’m not using it in the awful feminist sense where approaching a girl lands you that label, but in an honest objective compassionate sense.

And of course you can claim that all women today are whores, but that is not true either. There are many women who still have a sense of dignity and only give away their sex selectively, since that is what women naturally want to do. True, there are not many virgins outside of the freshmen at Christian colleges in the southern states, but that does not mean that every woman allows herself to be the town bicycle.

While marriage is often a risky proposition for men in our time because of no-fault divorce laws, let’s at least attempt to be honest.; not every women wants to screw you over, divorce you in the future, take your kids, make you pay child support and alimony, and force you to live in a depreciating existence in a terrible apartment for the rest of your life.  Yes, it has happened, but this is the result of settling down with the wrong women – something TRP should help one avoid.

Neither are all women – or dare I say all feminists – deliberate and fully aware irrational feminazis.   Instead of complaining about only slutty women are, stop going to those places as Blair points out.

Maybe the reason you think every single Western girl is a tramp is because you keep searching for girls on ladies night in bars. Go volunteer for a boring non-profit that makes for a bad photo shoot, and you will be more likely to find the wife you are looking for.

A shocking idea. Perhaps –  just perhaps – more traditionally minded girls who do want to settle down will employ their time with worthy causes.   One element of TRP that somewhat bothers me is the constant encouraging of men to sleep with “sluts” as they ride the carousel till they hit the “wall” in their later 30s.  Why do we encourage this kind of behavior – or better yet enthusiastically and opportunistically make use of it – while deriding these so called sluts? It’s almost as if we want women to be “slutty” so that  we can excuse, dismiss, and insist that there is an apparent lack of worthy and honorable women to commit to so that we can pretend that said slutty women are our only alternative and is the “reality” of the situation.

You rant about how lustful women are, but how much better are you yourself? All you care about is increasing your notch count no matter what the consequences. You sleep with fat girls, you sleep with career-obsessed women, you sleep with androgynous women, and then you wonder why there are so many of them around.

Blair goes on to make an important point that even feminists don’t like:

Contrary to popular myth, feminism did not invent the slut. Men even have always had a way to get their rocks off before settling down. For example, the samba in Brazil provided a context to meet easy women long before the 1960s.

These “marriageable” women might be rejecting us for more worthy prospects because we have been settling for the “sluts” and their parents have been smart enough to teach them that you don’t want a man whose life revolves around the idea of “non-commitment” and “pumping-and-dumping”.

We can lament about all the problems of the modern day dating market, but it doesn’t change the fact that if we don’t put some effort into our appearance, game, and overall life,  we can’t demand girls pay attention to us vs the better men out there.

There is a time and a place for it, but if we want to remain in said time and place our entire lives, can we really moan, groan, and rage that we aren’t attracting said marriageable women?  Self-Improvement takes time, effort, and discipline.

Furthermore, do you have any real marketable skills? You say you want a stay-at-home wife, but what have you accomplished to provide that? Laziness is also a sin in most world religions, so instead of living in an apartment with your Call of Duty buddies “because the economy is just that bad,” spend a year in vocational school and learn a trade.

Well that stings. I’ll be honest. I don’t really have many worthy skills.  I’m often lazy and I waste my time.  At this time, I’m content to live on very little and to enjoying the small cheap parts of life.  This however isn’t necessarily going to attract women who are looking for a “provider” of sorts.

While it’s hard to become a stable provider these days, one can still be responsible with their time and devote as much as possible of it to self-improvement and obtaining marketable job skills.  (I’m really trying to limit my video game time.)  I’m lucky I’m attractive, because it isn’t the money or the fame that has helped me get laid.

Making The Best Of Our Situation

In TRP and among most MGTOW, we acknowledged that there is certainly a phrase of anger about the realities of today’s dating situation, the destruction of families, and the hardships of divorced men who have been taken to the cleaners by their now Ex-wives.  We can understand why they don’t trust women. Even those of us who haven’t been married have experienced rejection of some kind.   That phrase isn’t suppose to last your entire life.

Pain can’t be used as an excuse to let ourselves become angry and distant.   Let’s not lie to ourselves; we also can become “spinsters” in our old age that no one wants to be with. Pain is a part of life, but wallowing it in it, refusing to make an effort to escape it, and blaming everyone else for it is what third-wave feminists do.  That is something we can’t allow ourselves to become if we wish to actually enjoy life.  Don’t become like them.

Everyday, I see a lot of people in pain. I’ve met men who have been divorced or lost loved ones and I can see it in their eyes.  I can also see these people making excuses for avoiding any real effort to take steps to become happy.  I understand their reasons, and while valid, it doesn’t make their situation any better or cause them to feel any better.

If I am truly a compassionate person, I won’t simply nod my head and avoid any real attempt to aid them in escaping their depression and pain. At some point, you must make that initial attempt to get out of it.  As Mike at Danger & Play puts it, “It doesn’t matter how you start. All that matters is that you start.”  In circumstances like this where the pain is very real, his motto, “Fuck it, I’m going in,” is an important mindset to adopt.

So when I see the main vehicle of “coping” with life’s problems becoming a “fuck women” fest,  I’ll point out that this permanent like state-of-anger and rage does nothing to improve ours and their plight with women. I and others must point this out, because we actually care about our fellow men. Don’t let this “criticism” become mistakenly dismissed because we are not vicious feminists with cyber-lynch mobs wielding axes to attack the already downtrodden with.   We actually do care.