Get a “Yes” Every Ten Minutes During Sex, or Else It’s Rape!

That’s what students in California are being taught, anyway.  That’s right, in an age where even the act of giving birth is considered rape (seriously, check this link out.  It will blow your mind), there will come a day when I honestly believe that some SJW chucklefuck is going to come out and say that vaginal penetration of any kind is rape.  Oh, wait, that’s already happened!  Now we have your tax dollars going to telling the youth of the future that if they don’t get a verbal yes at least every ten minutes, it’s rape.  Don’t believe me?!  Here’s a link to an article which goes into it!

I cannot believe that I live in an age where we have decided to eschew intimacy or being able to read your partner’s body language in favor of now a constant stream of verbal recognition of the act of sex being okay.  Hey, ladies, if you are getting hot and heavy with a guy, do you want him to continually interrupt to make sure you still want sex?  Yeah, that seems like a great time.  A girly-mate of mine I used to livestream with had this great rebuttal to this line of thinking – “if I’m having sex with someone and he keeps asking if I consent, I’m gonna tell him to get the fuck out.”

Part of me wants that app to come back.  You remember the one?  Where both parties verbally acknowledge consent of sex before having it?  So when the girl comes back later and says that it’s rape the accused would have it on record that she consented.  Because the world we live in now is one where men are always seen as the potential predator.  If the man doesn’t constantly get proof that the other party wants it, he is an animal.  Not only that, but even if he does do this, the woman can STILL come back later and say that he raped her!  I am not some MRA douche, but for the love of Groj, this is ridiculous.  I am so tired of men being treated like amoral animals who are one not getting a “yes” away from being a rapist.

You notice that this shit isn’t being said to girls?  What if the girl wanted to fuck?  Is she then required to get a verbal “yes” every ten minutes?  Well then, that means at least three of the women I have had sex with raped me!  Because they were the ones who initiated the intimate contact, so I guess that means I was the victim of rape.  Except, oh, wait, I wasn’t!  Because they could tell that I was into their sexual contact!  Just like I could read their body language and knew them well enough to know where their limits were.  But no, let’s just treat every man like they are a potential sexual predator while women are the victims.  Of course they are.  Had a feminist come into the comments of a post I linked above who totally agrees with that assertion.

The thing that bugs me most about this, besides how it vilifies one gender while placing the other on a goddamn pedestal, is the fact that we are now canonizing it in high school.  We are canonizing making students dumber!  In a time where our youth are more and more disconnected from subtlety and nuance, we are now saying “fuck body language, fuck intimacy, you need all sexual interaction to be overt to the point of stupidity.”  Hey, teenage girls in California – your schools actually think you are too stupid to be able to communicate if you are uncomfortable in a way that your partner can understand clearly.

But I can already hear the counter-argument – this is for the girls who are too afraid to say something!  Body language, you dumb fucks!  Not to mention, do you know whose not going to care if their partner is trying to signal them being uncomfortable?  Rapists!  For all the teenage boys who take this bullshit to heart, the person who actually wants to force themselves on a girl are not going to give one dusty fuck even if she says no.  I just don’t understand what the purpose of this exercise in futility is for.

Hell, that same article even makes the argument that when a girl says yes, it might still be no!  There is no winning with these fucking people!  And you know what the grand result of this sort of education is going to be?  Boys are going to stop trying to have sex with girls.  They’ll just jerk it to porn, because after all, even if a girl says yes, it can still be rape!  Boys might be horny buggers, but fear of being called a rapist is a powerful thing.  It’s already having an effect.  Universities that have this mindset propagating are seeing sex culture around campus dying off pretty fast.  Now it’s going to filter down to hormonal teenagers who desperately want sex, but don’t want to be called a rapist.

Part of me hopes this is an elaborate method for population control.  Let’s just teach all boys that even a girl who says yes can call you a rapist, and you can watch the birth rates decline like crazy.  Japan is at a point where they are about to have the first population drop in thousands of years.  You know, where the death rate overtakes the birth rate.  The rest of the First World isn’t far behind.  Man, if that is the case, then bravo, feminists.  Because after all, when no one is breeding and everyone is afraid of any kind of intimacy, feminists can have their wonderful utopia.

As for me, I don’t want to live in a world where I have to live that way.  I want a world where I can read if a girl is into it by seeing her body language and knowing her well enough to know when she is uncomfortable.  Because I don’t do one-night stands.  I want to at least like the person I am fucking.  And I feel for the generation coming up in this “progressive” world.  Because why should we teach critical thinking?  All that nuance is hard.  Best to just go with the retarded approach.

Until next time, a quote,

“I’m a firm believer in the idea that this world would not be very interesting or stimulating if we all thought and felt the same.” – TJ Kirk

Peace out,

Maverick

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Technology Destroying the Soul, One App at a Time…

I just found out yesterday about a new app.  One that is making waves in the SJW community.  See, this app is used so that couples who want to engage in intimacy can confirm that they consent.  A nice way for one member of a couple to tell the other person that they don’t trust them enough to not have rape called on them.  Or, that they aren’t trusted enough not to rape.  Depends on who poses the idea, and why.  Talk about a way to kill the mood.  “Hey baby, I love you and all, but can we use this app to confirm consent, so in case you rape me, I can have clear and definitive evidence for the police?”  Yeah, if someone were to give me that line, not only would I not want to get with them, sexually, I would probably discontinue speaking to that person forever.  Because nothing says love like being told that you might be a rapist.

But there is a darker side to this.  A side that has me genuinely feeling like I am looking into a dark abyss and that there is no way out.  There’s no other side to this darkness, and to stare into it for too long is terrifying.  And all of that fear is centered around something that each and every one of us has, right now.  Some of you are reading this on it.  Others have it nearby.  But it is a part of each and every person who is reading this’ life, and it’s something that you can’t really escape.  I’m talking about your phone.

When cell phones truly took off, there was a market that was being opened up.  The tech got smaller and smaller, along with more and more advanced.  It was new, exciting, and made each of us feel like we were in Star Trek, with our very own tricorder/communicator.  It’s cool, when you think about it.  More and more, we found new and better ways to use our phones.  They became our entire world.  Whole businesses can be run on one.  A company can be made or broken based on what happens on your phone.  Reputations can be destroyed based on what’s on your phone.  The phone in your pocket or your hand controls your entire life.  We have given this little piece of technology unimaginable power.  It tells you where to go.  It tells you when to go places.  Don’t know how to do something?  Don’t worry, your phone knows.  Just go into the Google app and find out whatever you want to learn.  Isn’t this product versatile?!

This app, however, to confirm that people consent to sex, shows me a darker side.  A side that is genuinely frightening.  Because it tells me that we may have hit a point where there is no return.  A point where our ability to express our humanity is fading away.  Because really think about it – you are giving your phone the ability to let you know that you wanted sex with someone.  Really think about that.  Your phone will be able to tell you – I wanted to have sex with that person.  So, if you have sex with a person and it isn’t recorded, is that rape?  Is that the direction we’re going?  There’s a Pandora’s Box that is just waiting to be opened with this.  Because we have given the little device in our hands or our pockets access to our personal lives.  I’m not sure that any form of technology should have this kind of power.

The beauty of intimacy has been under attack for a long time now.  Third-wave feminism has been breaking down all the triumph that the sexual liberation and second-wave feminism won, making sex beautiful and something for everyone.  The poets and romantics who wrote great sonnets about love and how beautiful the expression of it is.  All of these great minds who saw what I have always known, are now being rendered obsolete.  They are being put out of our culture.  Because who cares about body language and any of that stuff.  Now your phone can tell you!  Thank god.  Because all that closeness and trust is just outdated, right?  We live in the age of reactionary feminism.  We live in the age where subtext and nuance are part of a dead language that means absolutely nothing.

I have had an argument with a friend tonight who disagreed.  She was the victim or rape, and she thinks that this app is a good thing.  It would give her safety.  We had a rather heated argument.  We’re unable to see eye to eye.  She sees a way to keep herself safe.  I see another way that we’re taking away all the emotional expression of humanity.  Because what does that say about humanity, when we are turning intimacy and sexuality into a legal contract.  That’s basically what this app does.  It turns sex and love into a contract.  A binding contract that says that this person either isn’t a rapist or didn’t accuse them of rape.  What a world to live in.

So much of the beauty of the human experience is being given over to our technology.  Everywhere I go, I see people glued to their phones.  One of my biggest pet peeves is when I am out to dinner with someone and they get on their phone.  Now, when our phones own so much of our lives, we want to give them this kind of power.  All I see when I see a future with this technology is a future where love and closeness is nothing but a contract, that we make with our phones.  Where trust means nothing and body language is outdated.  That’s the world that these people want.  A world where all of the things that make the human experience beautiful are just put on our phones.  Because we can make love convenient.  A quick verbal contract.  My aforementioned friend said that sex already is like a contract.  Am I in some minority who believes that that isn’t the case?  Who sees intimacy as the greatest expression of our humanity there is?  I guess I must be.

But don’t you all worry.  When our ability to feel and express intimacy and emotion is dried up and gone, and we are left wondering where our humanity went, we will be able to deal.  There’ll be an app for that.

Until next time, a quote,

“The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.”  -Friedrich Nietzsche

Peace out,

Maverick