The women’s magazine, ELLE, has a feature called “Ask E. Jean” in which readers submit questions and hopefully get a response or some advice. Scrolling through Twitter, I happened upon a question that I found interesting which was published August 15, 2017. The question from the reader:
Dear E. Jean: Today I got incredibly mad at my boyfriend when he asked for sexy pics to “tide [him] over” till we see each other tomorrow. It’s not the idea of pictures that got me worked up, but the fact that our sex life has become increasingly about him meeting his desires. I feel like an animated blow-up doll. I want romance! I want a compliment! I want foreplay! I want him to take time! I want him to actually kiss me! The few occasions I’ve broached the subject, he’s rebuffed me in a teasing manner. So now I feel uncomfortable even bringing it up. How do I get him to become conscious of my needs in the bedroom? —This Doll Is About To Blow Up
Why would she feel this way? Well, because her and her boyfriend (and millions of men and women in The West) are not engaging in true, meaningful sexual relations, but merely masturbation.
In his book Libido Dominandi – Sexual Liberation and Political Control, E. Michael Jones writes “By the time the Internet arrived as the primary delivery vehicle for pornography…masturbation was still the key to understanding sexual liberation because, as with [Marquis de] Sade, the libertine invariably sees his sex partners as instruments, something with makes even sexual activity with other people essentially masturbatory” (p. 24).
“I feel like an animated blow-up doll.” This perfectly sums up the relationship between men and women today and is something I’ve often repeated among friends and on social media: Women are turning themselves into breathing sex robots for men to use to fulfill fantasies they gather from watching pornography – i.e. pure masturbation.
I don’t mean to sound like a white knight coming to rescue the ‘unfairly exploited women of The West.’ That is not my intention at all as what I’m describing is the fault of both men and women. However, it is women who are, for the most part, turning themselves into breathing sex robots: they render themselves sterile with the use of birth control or even allow themselves to be sodomized so as not to risk pregnancy or lose their ‘virginity,’ if they are more religious. (Shereen el Feki writes about Muslim women who engage in sodomy to preserve their hymen in her 2014 book Sex and the Citadel. I think we can assume that this happens in Arab/Muslim communities embedded in The West.) Also, most modern women don’t know how to do anything useful. Think of the typical THOT: What is she but a pretty piece of flesh who is only good for sex? She doesn’t have any skills outside of contouring and getting followers on social media. Her material, her body, is all she has.
Now take a modern male who has been watching pornography on the Internet since he was in high school or before, and surround him with sexually liberated women who will not get pregnant because of contraception or who are willing to let the man sodomize them to gratify his sexual desire and you have our current situation where a woman will feel like an “animated blow-up doll.”
Men who eventually come around to the feeling that pornography is not good for them will commonly describe the feeling of guilt or unhappiness that fills them after they finish masturbating to it. Why should a woman not feel something similar after engaging in pseudo-sex with a current or transient partner? A woman goes through the motions of what is meaningful sexual relations for her: some build-up, some slight romance, attention, only to have this fantasy bubble burst with a meaningless ejaculation from her partner into her birth-control ridden vagina, on her chest, stomach or face, into a condom or into her mouth. I can imagine that they may feel a female version of the male post-pornography guilt and disgust as both acts are essentially the same. Yet, because we’re all supposed to just be enjoying ourselves and engaging in mere pleasure, this is suppressed. But it does come to the surface as we see with this woman writing in to ELLE for advice on how to deal with her problem, which she misidentifies.
What is giving her this feeling is sexual liberation itself. She writes in looking for answers that will be given within the paradigm of sexual liberation. And that is exactly the advice she receives: play “kissing charades,” get him to call you “queen of all women,” or insult him and say he’s a premature ejaculator. Seriously, read the article linked above.
The solution is not to be found in tinkering with things external to oneself and striving towards the sexual utopia that supposedly accompanies sexual liberation. This may ensure some orgasms, some fleeting pleasure, but the emptiness will remain and will even grow.
What is the remedy? Men: Stop watching porn. Women: Wait until you are married to have sex. To both: Realize that there is more than the material realm to existence. Realize that you have a soul.
UPDATE: The day after I published this article, this new article came out about a woman who has had plastic surgery to turn herself into a real life ‘sex doll.’