Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

As it says in the subject, per reader request.

I’m not an expert in anything medical or sexual, lots of people are, lots of people who aren’t claim to be, lots of people write books and pamphlets, lots of people quote them as gospel.

For all I know I could be entirely unique in the annals of human biology and psychology, but simple logic and a lifetime of observation would suggest otherwise.

So, sex…

For me actually engaging in some physical sex act required two things, one was a physical feeling down in the nether regions, the other was a mental state of mind, god that’s hot. Importantly, both had to be present, and the mental state lead the physical state, not the other way around.

For both there was a clear difference between fantasy and reality, a picture of a girl might be really hot wank material, meet her in the flesh five minutes later and it ain’t hot no more and little pete is limp and bored.

There are obviously hormonal and biochemical things going on too, and I’m not an expert biologist or biochemist either, this is more Socratic, all I have to go on is what I can sense myself with my own body and mind.

The stands at attention all by itself boner was always the product of the mind, yeah, I have heard all the apocryphal stories of random embarrassing hardons in younger years, except they weren’t random, I was there, there was a trigger, it may have been insanely trivial, but it was there.

Things that would have made a totally inexperienced pubescent virgin me hard enough to hammer a nail in with, are things that a more experienced me wouldn’t even notice as sexual or sexy, there is a very great deal of “been there, done that, got the tee shirt” involved, and doing something for the 1,000th time just ain’t the same as the first ten times, and again if you are going to extrapolate from that to manufacture some idea that the only things that make me hard now are things I ain’t done like raping little girls, well, the problem is in your head, not mine.

To be sure, my tastes over time have gotten more “kinky”, but it is a question of degrees, rather than branching out into new fields of sexual behaviour, so the whole thing about I’m so bored fucking women that now I have to fuck twinks to get my rocks off is bollocks.

There is also the true element that throughout my life I have found in general that any given woman at 16 was a lot more sexually attractive than the same woman at 30 or 40 or more, and of course as you age, unless you are stinking rich, the fact is less and less young women find you sexually attractive, it’s an inevitable consequence of getting older.

There is also possibly an element that each of us is born with a certain lifetime budget of sexual excitement, the more you use it up, the sooner the well runs dry, which raises other interesting philosophical questions such as is it better to use it up or to keep it full, but that is outside the scope of this post for now.

Certainly knocking on the door of 60 I can see, both on screen and in real life, lots of female flesh that I know in my head I should find sexually attractive, to the point where I can deliberately look at it and deliberately seek within myself that spark of desire, and find maybe an echo, but nothing of substance.

I can sit here and tell you that it is over a calendar year since I had my cock in some cunt, and I can sit here and tell you that this is not the first time in my life this has happened, it has happened before in much younger years, the difference is that nowadays it doesn’t really bother me, to the extent that the problem is not lack of available and willing cunt to participate, and the opportunity to do so, whereas in younger years that was a viable excuse / reason.

Hell I have got beer sat in the cupboard that has been sat there for a year, and I haven’t had a drop, again I could not have said that in younger years, and I could say the same thing for many other things and lifestyle actions, and I think it would be disingenuous to separate sex out from all the other things like beer and treat it as a special case, far more likely that there are common threads running through it, like ennui..

I do not feel that medical / chemical / stimulus “remedies” are the issue here either, because none of them address the mental lack of “phwoooar, gimme summadat” which isn’t to say that behind it all there is not some basic biochemical reason.

Note I say reason, not lack or fault, it could be that testosterone or something else is low compared to when I was 16, but it could be that the chemical in question is only produced when the brain sees something sexually exciting, and as said above, if you used up your lifetime supply of new and exciting, that doesn’t mean the mechanism is broken, just the trigger ain’t there.

“MEN THINK WITH THEIR PENIS” is the common refrain, but it isn’t true, it never has been, but if you believe that you are just an organism driven by uncontrollable and mysterious internal urges, then maybe you can think that you are indeed a potential homo or rapist or child molester, god knows I have had enough opportunities in my life to empty my balls into some comatose slut whacked out of her brains on acid or mogadon or booze or all three or something else entirely, just like I have had enough opportunities to steal cars or steal cash from work or to set fires or to do a million other things.

I do not deny that the pursuit of sex has made me make many very bad choices, and that I have had to live with the consequences, but I could say the exact same thing about a guy I know who is fascinated with rotary engined mazda cars, and I could say the exact same thing about the coffee next to me or the cigarette dangling from my lips, sure, they INFLUENCE me behaviourally, but they do not make me into something that I otherwise would not be.

For the purposes of research, yes, I can hear you laughing already, but I am being serious, see the comment about about not having dipped my wick for a year, recently I did purchase some pills, and while they did make ***A*** difference that was clinically observable, notably what they did not alter one iota was the sort of ennui malaise lack of general interest in sex, so back to the original point I was making that sex was always a two pronged thing, both mental and physical, just treating the physical doesn’t actually “fix” the issue and make me run around with a hard on all day impaling young women on my meat bayonet.

Perhaps it is the wrong kind of pill, perhaps it should be a cocktail of things that would create a biochemical system inside me that was more closely resembling the state you would have found me in 40 years ago, but again, that is just conjecture, we do not know that there are any differences, shit DOES get boring when you get exposed to enough of it.

But, just for argument’s sake, lets say that there was such a pill, and not only did it replicate the biochemistry of a 16 year old, it would also wipe out the ennui and make everything new and fresh for a couple of hours, so I really would get hard enough to hammer nails at the sight of a nipple.

Would I take it?

That’s a big question, and to be honest, I do not know the answer, I might do it once for a laugh and in the spirit of scientific curiosity, but would I really want to go back to what I was back then? I’m not so fucking sure, as in I find the prospect unappealing and not very fucking likely.

And this whole discussion gets transformed by one simple observation, there are now whole crowds of young men, and they are young so all the young biochemistry is still there and still fervently bubbling away, and they have little or no sexual interaction with women, so there is none of the ennui been there done that got the tee shirt bored with that shit limp dick crap, and yet they still have no interest in sex.

Now it gets really interesting, because we can ask questions that cannot be answered practically, questions about unknown biological triggers not being tripped across whole populations, and question about why this is so, pthalates, or estrogen contraceptive pills, or toxic feminism, or processed food, or lack of body lice or other fauna, or who knows what.

Practically in my case because I have lived a full and varied sexual life, I do not feel that I missed out on anything, the only things that I have not done are things that I could have done at any time, like fucking kids or raping wimminz or sucking twink cock and taking it up the shitter, I never felt the urge, so it can go/stay on the shelf with a bunch of other shit that never interested me (though I have been accused of much of it) like mainlining heroin or being a heavy drug dealer or being a merc or driving a trabant around the world, what’s that, I’ll never be allowed to watch an episode of Friends as long as I live, boo hoo…. how can I possibly console myself.. my life is now utterly meaningless so I will kill myself.

So anyway, to the best of my knowledge, sex is like anything else, if you try to split a human being into parts instead of treating them as a whole entity, you start to get a very different and misleading picture, and sex for me was always a thing where the mental “phwooargh” had to be present to trigger the physical erection reaction to enable me to have sex.

Shades of circumstances where I had been without for a while, meet some skank, empty my balls, and…. NOTHING… not even the slightest hint or a desire to go again or stay around for more.. until a week later, rinse and repeat.

To the best of my knowledge a full and busy and active mind ( I do not necessarily mean full of great and interesting ideas, full of shit and crap and stress does the same thing) is a real barrier to the mental phwooargh.

To the best of my knowledge brewers droop was the inverse, the beer didn’t make your cock limp, the beer made it harder to keep your mind in porno mode.

To the best of my knowledge lots and lots and lots of experience of your mind in porno mode makes it harder for your mind to get into porno mode (ennui)

To the best of my knowledge enforced abstinence can make you mind turn to ever more perverted and kinky shit (caged monkeys will start shoving shit up their own assholes) but every time you met some female flesh afterwards that shit vanished to be replaced with standard porno mode.

To the best of my knowledge there is indeed an added “hot porno” bonus for anything female and young and hot, eg ready to breed, but, it is just an incremental added bonus, by itself it ain’t much.

To the best of my knowledge there is indeed a subtracted “yuck” penalty associated with every single skank ho and entitled freak and fat cunt you ever came across, nothing makes wimminz as unattractive sexually as meeting wimminz and putting up with their shit.

To the best of my knowledge there is no pill or treatment or medication or “cure”, a worn out lead acid battery is a worn out lead acid battery.

Theoretically meeting a hot young fresh unspoiled genuinely lovely personality young woman is the only viagra that exists, otherwise, if your dick will not rise to the occasion, maybe it is not a PROBLEM, any more than the voltmeter applied to the dead lead acid battery, it is just reacting to what it sees, you do not start tinkering with the voltmeter until it shows 14.4 volts, though that IS how much of society works nowadays.

Perhaps most accurate of all is to compare it to a dead friend or a missing tooth, you can trivially make yourself aware of the loss, and perhaps for others who have never had such a thing, they can trivially make themselves aware of not having something that they feel they should have to be more complete or more whole or more human.

Speaking entirely personally, while all the above is true, and it always took both a mental and then a physical thing, the precursor was the sense of magic associated with various parts of the female anatomy.

That has long since gone, you cannot erect a shrine in the middle of an open cess pool and dumping ground, it has gone so far beyond looking at a cunt and wondering how many cocks have dumped a load in there, and how many of those cocks were not even human, I can look at one that I know is still relatively young and relatively fresh and relatively clean and relatively unused, and you just know it is going to get all of that, only a matter of time, so how can it possibly inspire a sense of magic in me.

Perhaps there is *some* attraction to the idea that I can tag it with my graffiti before it gets turned into a toilet wall, but it’s still only ever going to amount to being a toilet wall, so there is no achievement to it, being there early is nothing to be proud of, sure, it’s marginally better than being there late, but being there late is one of the few things less worthy than being there early, you’re already raking around the bottom of the garbage pile…

It’s worth mentioning that NONE of this will protect me from from crazed wimminz and niggers who insist that all men are evil rapists and child molesters, but there *was* a certain element of having to deal with that mentality when trying to get laid, whereas when you no longer have any apparent interest in trying to get laid, you can remove yourself one step further from that sphere.

Does this mean that something is broken, that something is worn out, that something is past its sell by date?

I do not know, more importantly for me, I do not care, if for some reason I cared, or was persuaded to believe it was important, things might be different, but they aren’t, not for me.

Perhaps also tellingly, despite my own personal lack of interest in sex, I can quite happily have a wank two or three times a week, and I would quite happily kick anything to the kerb if I was presented with the old saw about “well, you ain’t interested, but I am, so I’m gonna get me some and it shouldn’t matter to you” because that is like saying just cos you don’t want to mainline smack or steal cars, no reason for me to give it up.

I think in part it was fucking wimminz who were in all likelihood both in a relationshit with some bloke and using that very “argument” to justify what they were doing that contributed to my own waning desire… me being past my own sell by date to get the hot young ones who were not yet hooked up.

Bottom line, I don’t see it as a huge problem for me, intellectually what I miss is what ain’t available any more, maybe it never was, maybe it was all just an illusion, physically and mentally, meh, not a problem… but then I do have a fairly full and busy life and a pretty active mind, there isn’t a great deal of time for porno brain, and porno brain is now very susceptible to catcalling from the memory crowd.

For the two readers who requested this, I don’t know, it depends on what is in your head, but I would strongly resist any notion that there is something “wrong” with you, and generally I am suspicious of anything that involves a profit motive, to go back to the raping and killing and car stealing, you can always do it next week, if you really need to, but if you do it now, it will change the rest of your life forever, so ask yourself this, is it really something that you need to “deal” with RIGHT NOW, or is is something that you can let take its own course and perhaps observe with a certain level of detachment?

Unusually for me I would actively invite comment on this.