On Transgenderism

^{What is a woman?}

I originally meant to add this as a “short” disclaimer to my post dismantling the supposed scientific arguments in support of “gender theory,” but I have turned it into its own post so that I can stretch my legs as much as I need in order to make sure my words are as clear and unambiguous as possible.

As someone that has spent his entire adulthood digging into the nature of men and women, learning as much as I can from as many sources as possible, all to better understand why we interact the ways that we do, how our differences are complementary, or cause us to clash, it would’ve been easy to predict what I would say when I was met with that question many years ago:

“Do you believe transwomen are women?”

Sex & Insincere Sensibility

^{(A disclaimer for the sensitive, before you start)}

All of the hubbub about a certain Judge’s feigned inability to provide “a definition for woman” got me thinking about the 10,000th time that I had gotten into it with gender ideologues on the bird site.

I can’t remember how it started, but asserting that transgenderism is based on a failed theory invented by a sadistic pedophile got one of these ideologues to direct me to the video embedded below, which they claimed would disprove that sex is binary, and prove that transwomen really are “women.”

Spoiler Alert: The video does no such thing.

Below are my responses to the arguments and claims made in the video. It’s essentially every argument I’ve seen gender ideologues make to try to legitimize their false, destructive theories, all in one place…

On Compliments

I was recently called on to help explain “negging“, and it reminded of the one time that I [purposely] negged a girl. I was going to share the whole story on Twitter, but stopped when I realized a crowed conversation with just 78 characters to spare per tweet wasn’t the right medium. So here we are.

Before I begin, some thoughts: “Negging”, like much of Game, requires a strong sense of social and situational awareness in order to be used effectively. It’s common for folk to read about these things, or to see them demonstrated once, and to then assume it’s this one thing, applied in exactly the same manner, by any man, in any situation, and with any woman. That’s an…autistic way of looking at it. A greater emphasis should be placed on the “artist” part of “pick up artist”. These aren’t things that can be deployed by any brute. A brush and paint does not make the artist. On with my tale…

During the Summer a couple of years back, my buddy “Duane”, which you first read about here (I know. I’m a horrible person), invited me out to the beach to “chill”. You know, just to catch up, have a few drinks, do some girl-watching? Yeah. Not so much. “Hogan’s Beach“, while on the beach, it isn’t quite the beach. It was more dance club than beach. There was a $10 cover fee to get in, we were given age-identifying wrist bands, and the dress code was…well, see the image above: Bikinis and high heels for the women, and whatever for the men. And did I mention that you couldn’t actually go for a swim? It was basically a couple of volleyball courts surrounded by a stage, several food and alcohol kiosks, and tables.

Now, Duane is someone that’s known me for the better part of a decade, and has seen and heard about several of my deeds. They way he loves putting it, is that my skill with women is like “Goku knowing that he could go Super Saiyan, but refusing to do so because it would make things too easy.” (Trust me, I try my best not to let it go to my head.) Well, on this day, he wanted a demonstration.

Fuck.

Intermission

It’s my first time doing a 3-parter, so I thought I’d stick a short intermission between Act 2 and Act 3.

And…this is a lie.

The topic of bragging, which I mentioned briefly in my about, came up again, and I thought I would address it. While this is in response to my off-blog critics, it may also shed light on what my M.O. is with a lot of these “Story” posts, so that’s good too.

Anywho, the purpose behind sharing these events is not to speak about all of the women I’ve fucked, but to share experiences I’ve had which I think were crazy and/or humorous enough to be entertaining.

If my purpose was to brag, it would be pretty weird for me to build context with hundreds to thousands of words, and then turn the actual sex into some footnote. Like, I’m not gonna write about every woman I’ve been involved with, either. Not all of the circumstances surrounding hook ups/relationships have been worth repeating. If a drunk chick (as an example, this totally didn’t happen, I swear) doesn’t try to choke me out after I refuse to let her finger my asshole, then it’s not really a story worth telling, is it? A good example of this can be found in my post on “Caprice“:

“I can’t think of much else to say about our ‘relationship’ that was particularly interesting, including its consummation. Aside from her being the first chick I’d fucked that was open about her rape fantasies, I’d say it was all standard enough to not warrant mention.”

The post was about the consequences of the sex (with some foreword about how we got to it), a cautionary tale about discretion and sleeping with a friend’s partner. If all you saw was “Look at me! I had sex!”, then you should step away from your screen…

I’ll address the freshest complaint in specific, though. In “Galina, I“, I mentioned that our IQ’s were in the top 7%, and a few people had a problem with that. Look, I get it. Showing self awareness, or worse, mentioning your IQ is, like, a total faux pas…but I wanted to lay out just how closely Galina and I related to each other. To put it plainly, the statement is true, it’s contextual to the story, and I didn’t feel like self-censoring just to spare the feelz of a few (fellow, but lacking in emotional maturity) apes. As I laid out in my About, if reading this stuff bothers you so much then quit.

That’s all I have. Go take your smoke break and find your way back to your seat when Act 3 begins…

– Jack The Swashbuckler

Game

a dandy admiring his own reflection

In past posts, I’ve made comments in passing about my “Game”, the most recent example being in “On Others’ Infidelity“. Since this topic will be central in upcoming stories, I think it’s time I said at least something on it.

The way I’ve put it previously is that my Game consists of me “showing up, looking pretty, and not shooing women away too sternly”, but I’d be lying if I said that was it. At least, presently. In the past, that would have been an accurate description. Today, it might look the same, but only to laymen. Oftentimes, Game is about what you don’t do.

Before learning proper Game, mine consisted of what pick-up artists call “Pretty Boy Game” and “Natural Game”. The former for being…well, pretty, and self-aware about it, and the latter coming from the dominant mindset that being found physically attractive by many women granted me (much of Game consists of miming or internalizing an “alpha male” attitude).

On Sluts

Some of these girls look a little young to play the part, don’t they?…

Seeming that I’ve used the term at least once or twice, I thought I should get around to sharing my thoughts on it. This can be a very divisive subject, but I have a bit I’d like to say about it.

My definition for the word “slut” is simple: A woman* that (seemingly) sleeps around indiscriminately.

*(More on this in a bit…)

Not as easy to follow, it seems, is when I state that my use of the word “slut” is descriptive, not normative. In other words, I’m not making a moral judgement when I use the term. In the past, I’ve  had people jump down my neck when I’ve used the term, screeching that I’m a “slut shamer”, “sex negative”, or whatever the hell else kids are saying these days, but that’s based on their notions of the term, not mine.

I mean, wouldn’t it be a bit out of character for a guy that benefits from women’s looseness to be out to make them more sexually inhibited?

Let’s address that asterisk, though. So, why do I—unless I’m joking—reserve the term “slut” for women? The short answer is that I accept reality. Here’s the longer version:

On Others’ Infidelity

It’s all fun and games until the clown pipes your dame

(Or, “On The Moral Implications Of Sleeping With ‘Taken’ Women.”)

This is something that I’ve wanted to speak about for a while now. Some of my crazier misadventures have involved me hooking up with women that were in relationships, so it’s something that I thought I should address.

I recently wrote about my views on infidelity, from how I define cheating, to who’s more likely to cheat, and in that same post, put forth the following idea: It is up to couples to agree upon what behavior will and will not be permissible in their relationships. These relationship terms are a bit like business contracts; they are about mutual benefit. “You scratch my back, I scratch yours. You don’t fuck anyone but me, and I keep paying all of the bills.”