You have probably noticed I have both an unnatural obsession with women and a poetic flair that gives meaning to many experiences that should be meaningless. Now imagine if i did had an unnatural obsession with women but no capacity to transform my experiences with them into something human and empathic, or even less, anthropological. Imagine if “birds” were just birds. In the same way one thinks of a dog as his best friend one can feel less for a farm animal such as a chicken or a cow. Let us explore this, to show you how it fast it can get from poetic to indifferent to downright psycho territory.
When I set out to write about my adventures in the big city with escorts I decided I would do it with style. I didn’t call myself “the motherfucker”, I called myself “The Rake”. It needed to be something that harkens back to an illusion of grandeur, of palaces and courtesans, of sword and pistol duels and fooling with ladies in silk stockings, a flair for exaggeration bordering on quixotic. Now imagine if I had given myself the moniker “motherfucker” or “slutdestroyer666” and I did not have this flair for the poetic. That would not get into psycho territory yet, but it would be a tad less debonair and a lot more raw. So you see, instead of a porno with backstory and music it would be those pornos where a girl is tied to a wooden “X” and playfully beaten. Both could work, but I like to fool myself that i’m above the latter. But are most guys?
Round Six, or Squid Game or however you wanna call it, makes this interesting experiment of reducing human beings to, in the words of the protagonist, “race horses”. The premise is that wealthy people pay to watch 500 or so “undesirables” compete in freakish games to the death in order to chase money. Not only do those people get killed in the games, but each death adds more money to the prize, meaning people begin murdering each other to make the prize increase. What does this have to do with my decision to adopt the Moniker “The Rake” instead of “Gruesomewhorefucker666”? Well, everything.
You see, I could treat prostitutes like shit, like animals, I could see them as animals. As long as i did not kill them i could do really fucked up shit to these girls if i didn’t believe they were human beings to begin with, and get away wit it. And that is kind of what porn does, it removes the humanity out of the sexual equation and transforms every woman into a Round Six/Squid Game player. Creatures that will humiliate themselves for money. This could escalate from a simple beating to Joffrey Baratheon making a whore beat another to death really quickly. Thankfully it mostly results in bald men paying women to take champagne showers or pee on one another or other sick fucking stories i’ve heard over the years. Most men are not psychos, but from humiliating a girl by peeing on her (with her full consent) to Joffrey Bartheon executing whores with a crossbow (also bizarelly with their full consent) the jump is way smaller than you’d think. Did this ever cross your mind? How low women would be able to go for money? because Squid Game/Round Six is a TV series that is really fucking around to find out.
After some episodes i concluded to my friend that the entire plotline was too absurd to be true, just a hack at capitalism like any other leftist product, but as i continued watching, a feeling crept in, a feeling of “wait a minute, i know of girls who fly to Dubai to get shat on by Arabs, so what if this Squid Game thing thing is actually plausible? What if human beings would really do ANYTHING for a price?” and then it clicked.
Squid Game is not about capitalism, communism or redemption, it serves merely to prove a point. Maybe our protagonist jee-Hun is truly “Not a Race Horse”, but just about anyone in those three seasons besides him IS. And that is what should disturb you. It should disturb you because yes people will do ANYTHING for cash.
Next time you feel like jacking off go out of the beaten path and find some ugly ass porn, like slap porn or consentual abuse porn, and you’ll see how fucking far people are willing to go to get $. BDSM would not exist if humans were not “Race Horses”. It is consensual sexual slavery, but there lies The Tell, it is Consensual, meaning the human being treated as a pet Consentedly. And truly, the implications of this are huge.
What Squid Game is merely exposing how “joffrey Baratheon” things can really get. I like to think it is a criticism of that. If Dubai Whores are getting cash to get mistreated by Arabs, who is to say these are no games where people murder each other for cash, merely for the amusement of the ones paying?
As I said in the beginning and I keep repeating throughout this Blog, when I set out to do the things I do I decided to live by a Code. To treat the whole experience as some centuries old Aristocrat would. The world in the pre WW centuries was full of plagues and pointless honor wars, but men of quality still found it in themselves to paint Da Vinci’s, Titian’s, Ruben’s, Velazquez’s and Francois Boucher’s masterworks. The same King that sent hundreds of thousands to die in battle could appreciate Equestrian Oil Paintings.
Napoleon, a monster of epic proportions who brought misery to Europe threw the Marquis de Sade in prison after reading his novel Justine. My point? ooga booga sex and death makes you Stalin, while flair and style make you “that well dressed French Military Commander”. There is Not a Big Difference between Napoleon and Stalin, there is actually a very small one. One has a conscience and a flair for the poetic, the beautiful and the elegant, and the other wants his people to live in Grey Apartment blocks and drive a Ladda. But the real real difference is the same one that makes a man rent the services of a prostitute to enjoy sex could be the one that rents the services of a prostitute to pee on her or worse. The thin line is something uniquely human called decency.
Hence i am “The Rake” and not “TheWhoreFucker666”. I can bullshit myself that i’m better than bald fuckers peeing on ladies for amusement. But one constant in this equation is the same: The same women i treat with dignity on Friday are the ones willing to be abused by the bald fucker on Saturday. They are the numbers in Squid Game. And from a loveable rogue like Jamie Lannister to Joffrey Fucking Baratheon, it is only a tiny switch in perspective.The only constant is that yes, humans are Race Horses.
Pretty hardcore rant.
It's actually a sad indictment of how far culture has fallen in the west, both in the personas of racehorses and punter wannabes. Money can't buy you class aside, maybe that's the point, to see just how far things can get pushed. As for all audiovisual materials, they just normalizes and reframes the Overton window, and if we're not moored to something greater than ourselves, we get swept away in the current.
The truth of this world is that we all live at someone else’s expense. What we need to understand is how to cut through the nonsense that gets between ourselves and that truth.