Can you imagine a world where women lead? I mean really think about this at depth then proceed as I outline my sketch. It would be a mess. I don’t mean this as a diss to the fairer sex as there are academic refs that can back my intent but, in general, nothing would get done. There would be a whole load of discussion and such things but very little in the way of action happening. Granted, that may be different in the times to come as modern women are stacked with test (unlike the men who complain their wrists are too limp to twist the lid off their vegan meal replacement) plus have had the whole “go getter” thing hammered into their heads. Not to mention that most of their teachers were like them and thus rough housing and acting Jack the lad wasn’t tolerated. Recollect, I came from a time when teachers would frequently yell, scream, threaten violence and thought nothing of it as it was all accepted. This I know well as I, often, pushed the limits. Given the fact I came up in the bricks where everyone was too poor to pay attention and most were content to remain willfully ignorant the staff they picked never truly had their hearts in it as they simply did it for a check. Mouths have to be fed, etc etc…
We look at the world built by men and, by most scales and measures, its a mess but then we consider the innovation. I would posit that all we did build and invent was fueled via the quest for sex. Those who could hit the skins and the ones that didn’t funneled those energetics into other things. Take Tesla, for example. Here was a man who had women literally throwing themselves at him but he was fixated on his laser beam eyed pigeon and creating things. An outlier, for certain, but we see the same link with sex and generation ranging back from Newton to Da Vinci as well. Not for nothing is that region around your hips called a “waste”, get it? I’m not saying that keeping the swimmers on deck and not allowing them to jet will make you a genius because that, generally, begets stagnation as life is to live but I find it interesting, nonetheless. On the flip, if you look into the porn biz there are loads and loads of folks who sell skin that tip the IQ scale on the rarefied end. Make that make sense and you’ll see why I said that its a mindbody thing as they both exist along one continuum.
If women ruled the world there would, for certain, be way less conflict. It would be replaced with catty snips and backbiting gossip instead. I’m kidding! I’m kidding! Not really though because history attests that they’re with the biz and would wade in, guns blazing, where many men fear to tread. Check out the Amazonians (no, not the staff that Bezo’s underpays and works like slaves), Mohawk and Minangkabau. One of these is not like the rest as the latter practice negotiation as a means to resolve conflict. With a society based on rice (like the Chinese) its more about us then the me, me, me mindset we see in the West. They nurture the seedlings just like the weak and vulnerable as they see strength in the whole unit and not one member, fully flexed. In many ways what we see, at present, is due to the Game as it is being in its contracted stage where the pips are squeezed, on tilt, and this begets the microscopic tunnel vision that brings a Replication Crisis. Its all interlinked, in the end. One thread we see in common with tribes of matrilineal descent is a reverence for nature and all it begets. The next is a whole hearted appreciation of sex.
I remember that one of Jungs disciples had said that she studied a South American Indian tribe in which the men were rail thin, totally submissive and did whatever the women said. The ladies, on the flip, were as buxom and statuesque (before “Plus Size” was in), did nothing and ordered around the gentle men who did what it says on the tin. The blokes were, to a tee, as nervous as can be whilst the fems were saturated in sex as there was no one to judge or say its incorrect. In many ways the Tinder revolution proves this as anonymous D on a click means body counts are immense in comparison to back when. Add in financial independence and the desire to never settle for less and we see a whole load of BBL sporting, tatted sleeve having cat ladies in the making. Read this article for a look at the store that sold men for marriage and its links with sex robots for the rest who can’t hit carbon skins and tell me what you think.
Roles are funny old things, yes? I’ve often said that I don’t believe there is true equality among the sex as that makes zero sense. What we do have is this:
See how one is bent at a different angle and sees with a fresh vision? You may also notice that in the space, negative, there is another option hence why when man and woman come together they make three, in actuality, as there is a creative element in the mix that they can, should they wish, turn into a kid. Its this space of opportunity I find very, very interesting as it exists within for we are all both masc and feminine. Jung called it the Anima and Animus and posited that men have a womans Soul, hidden within, and women have a masculine Spirit that swings in the wind. These aspects are what I suspect are being bought to the surface in the current age as old roles are displaced and we come face to face with the collective shadow of the human race. The next stage of the Game will feature loads of people, super beautiful, that don’t age past Twenty Six and everyone belongs to everyone else ergo no wars or conflict but lots and lots of sex as well as being connected to an Innernet that links the mind, flesh and the rest. Think Demolition Man, times ten. Its interesting how this flick used lies to tell the truth, isn’t it? Its worth noting how frail and flaccid the other blokes are depict whilst the lady in question is overflowing with pure strength and blooms in the presence of a “caveman”. This is why the thugs get it in as every woman like to believe she is the one to tame him and break his spirit as a signal to the rest that whats between her legs should have a cape hanging off of it. That, often, doesn’t happen and she’s just another notch on his belt as he does a bid and she raised kid number six to as many different men. On the flip we have Islam that keeps such a tight reign on their women that most only get to peer behind the curtain when getting hitched.
It worth noting the Purity Ring trend which states the sporter is daisy fresh. These came up in the Nineties with religious backing and did really well in the Mid West which is well known for Bible bashing. As you’ve probably guessed from this sketch:
Literally. From its use in advertising up to heaven and hell plus who gets in and the rest you’ll see its been hung over the heads of men and women since back when. Getting back the tribe, mentioned, and it was said that collective wealth, sexual expression and general level of contentedness was immense with those fat, well sexed women and nervous, skinny men doing as they were telt. On the flip the lady said the place was totally lacking in spirit and “totally stupid” because of it. Her words, not mine. I did find that of interest though because we men are prized for logic over emotion and that is a case of taking what presents and making it something else whereas the ladies would spend all day debating that and this hence the “Where do you want to go to eat?” conversation that never gets answered direct but always in the negative. “Neti Neti!”. Contrast that with “We’re going here at when, be in the front of your building” click and you’ll see how happiness in a relationship is a trickle down effect as “Happy wife, happy life” is the peak of ignorance as a man is (and should be) an axis, solid, around which she spins. Note, I don’t mean this as a diss or to denigrate but, on a wild tangent, many local schizos would flock to me whilst tripping as, to them, I was always solid and coherent – never subject to their hallucinations. I found this fascinating and posit that what we term as madness is actually a waking dream that becomes a nightmare instead and this is repped by the hemispheres of the head aka what Jesus is crucified, every day, in the mid. I’ll let you guess which thief repents and who denigrates him.
All things done and said, gender is an immense topic that seems to be, daily, gaining res but I like checking the basics of the sketch and not the promulgated rhyme and reason as that often brings divisive conquering. For the record I will attest that I believe a happy relationship is when a man rules the world and his wife is the Queen of his lands meaning she handles the home like a castle and makes it a safe place to live, packed with beautiful things to create a tranquil environment. Its worth noting, like I said in the Weebs and Waifus article, that a man can take a woman to her highest state of elevation but if she, with a crown, picks a regular Joe of the pavement he’s still the dude who is sexing the one who makes the rules and never a true King. Make of that what you will.
The tribal society I’d reffed had men quite miserable but, overall, the women and children were content ergo there was no need for innovation and limits which is a tale of two jellies type of thing or how coals only become diamonds via suffering. Either way, whatever it is its totally fascinating to ponder during my journey in the flesh as there are but few variables but the way they are arranged means everything and this, my friend, is the difference between Shakespeare and pulp fiction. By the way, did you know that I think the Bard, himself, was actually a collection of women that pushed the pen and published under an pseudonym as it wasn’t expected of the fairer sex to have such types of skills? My reasoning for this is immense and I may just write on it, once upon a when, but, in a nutshell:
“He” knew simply too much about the world and its ways to have stayed in one place to get creative. The orange he refs is a perfect example as he had no education but mentioned, in detail, many continents and such things like law, astronomy and music but what sealed the deal was his blatant feminism. Read Macbeth via that lens and tell me what you get. Beatrice in Much Ado provides icing for this cake as well as Rosalind with the code switch as she “acts like a man” to get ahead and you’ll see how nothing is hid but only obscured from the ignorant who simply see what they wish. Did the “Bad Princess” simply go underground, so to say, and actually rules in secret? I’ll let you tell… As a parting shot I will say this:
There is no greater curse, at present, than being a woman, beautiful. Many would look at the success of OnlyFans and think I’d flipped my lid but I assure you, my view is accurate. Can you imagine how it would feel to know that no one, ever, has been really real around thee? Contrast and compare this with immense jealously from the same sex who see you as a threat and a never ending stream of men who’ll say whatever they think you wish to hear in order to get in between your legs. I’ve dealt with quite a few off this upper echelon and when they admit the truth of what it is it made me think that matriarchy isn’t all its cracked up to be, in reality, as there are certain rules and cues that loads tend to miss whilst skipping over the best bits with a view of ignorance. If you knew you could have any man wrapped around your fingertip would you ever need to develop anything else beyond this? What if you did and possessed a rich inner realm? Its why I found the link between pornstars and intellect so interesting but thats a deeper topic that we may, one day, examine.
They say that everything in this realm is about sex, except for the act itself. That is pure power, nothing else, and when a women discovers this she is, in effect, stepping into her masculine and that creates an interesting juxtaposition where the content doesn’t do what it says on the tin and it begets a recipe for frustration which is immense as she sets off on a quest, like a squirrel, in search of a nut but without a clue of what it is as she’s out of her natural element. Marilyn Monroe was a perfect example of this and its why I’ve said this realm is filled with actors reciting scripts in ignorance of what truly kicks. Until we met, that is. One said:
“For the first time, ever, I know what it means to be “Me”, freely and without limits because you’re so out there, flipped, that no matter what I state it pales in comparison as you just turn it into something fresh that makes me think at depth about the true meaning. I like it!”
I feel seen in a way I’ve never been – not even by myself. Thats wild, isn’t it? Its like what you said about putting someones inner realms in another shell. No one else has ever expressed this torment so well as I couldn’t help but wondering, previously, “Is he with me for me or because of my outer flesh and what it says? What of my inner gifts? What if I wasn’t attractive? What then? Would we still be an item or would I sit, alone, on the shelf?”. I mean, were these relationships really real or was I simply seeing what I expected to perceive with no one honest enough to correct me as they just want to get next so they can brag to their friends about who they sex?
This is how a lotus blossoms and, to me, thats the perfect imagery of the feminine as the man is the filth within which she swims but that too serves a purpose as its what supports the rose as it ascends and beams out its magnificence ergo its all underpinned by an inherent coherence, yes? See what I mean about equality being a myth and how we may be made of the same thing but the application is different? That is why I said matriarchy isn’t what it says as the current version equates to “Act like a man” when the really real is quite different hence why the hardest thing to be in this realm is true to thine Self.
The Bards wisdom strikes again! But then, she was correct about this realm being a stage, yes?
Till we meet again
