It’s a common male fantasy to be dating or married to a porn star. It just is. In the minds of most men this will equal sex on tap with a gorgeous and constantly horny wife who brings home one of her co-workers at least once a week so they can re-enact one fantasy or another. The reality seems to be rather different. 

I was sent this article by a reader that details the issues between three couples were the female (obviously) is a porn star. The first relationship profiled is between Ryder Sky and her husband, Bill (you couldn’t make this up), is most interesting for our purposes. Bill has clearly become so emasculated by Ryder that I’m surprised it’s a “handblown glass dildo artfully displayed on their coffee table” rather than his testicles in a jar that is on show in their living room. 

Firstly – just look at the poor bastard. 

King of the Betas?

I realise that this is a staged “publicity” photograph for the article, but you can tell a lot from how the photographer chose to arrange them. He’s forlorn, laying backwards while his wife dominates on top of him. There’s no doubt about who is the dominant partner in this relationship. And that’s before we get into the hand placement. She’s guarding them - “this is mine”. 

Reading the article through, Bill is potentially the most broken man in all of America. The article opens by telling us about their three year anniversary, about how they kept it “simple” (read: dull and no sex) by ordering pizza. It only gets worse: 

It’s only when Bill thinks too hard about what his wife’s been doing in the year since she quit her job as an executive assistant to become a full-time porn star that things get difficult. Occasionally, he can’t keep from mulling over the fact that he’s home alone while she’s getting it on with another man. “Sometimes I think about it when she works late and I’m going to bed,” he says. “It’s not negative, though. It’s more like, eh . . . ” He trails off with a what-can-you-do groan. 

Now, most of the cheating wives that  I know do it secretly, with a little bit of shame at cuckolding their loving husbands. Ryder chose a profession, after she was married, where she’d be fucking other guys every day. Yet, of course, Bill stands by her and does his best not to think about it. Of course he does. He loves her. Or loved her, at least. Still, at least he gets to have sex with a porn star on a regular basis. That’s got to be fun. They probably do all kinds of kinky shit, and I bet she’s bringing her work home with her all the time. 

And then there’s the fact that you don’t even get to have sex with her all that often—intercourse is off-limits before a shoot, and afterward she’s too tired and sore. Bill describes his sex life with Sky as vanilla; “We schedule sex,” he says. 

Oh. Still at least she’s respectful of their relationship. You know, proudly proclaiming that she’s married and better than all the other cum dumpsters in porn. She’s not a career girl, but a family woman who happens to have sex for money. Guess again: 

[What] bothers him [is] his wife’s habitually telling colleagues she’s “in a relationship” rather than married. “She hardly ever wears her wedding ring, even off-set,” Bill says. “Why be ashamed of being married?” Sky insists that it’s not a matter of shame. “I don’t want to get typecast as a MILF,” she says. 

This couldn’t get any worse, until you read that Bill goes on porn websites to give positive reviews of his wife’s work. Or until you learn that she’s majoring in women’s studies. 

Bill’s final thoughts sum up the mindset of betas everywhere. That the (self proclaimed) “vanilla” sex she has with him is better than the hard fucking she gets on set because: 

“I don’t look at it as sex,” he says. “I look at it as a guy with his dick in my wife, but they’re working and it’s not emotional. She never orgasms in porn. That’s for us. If it happened on the set, it would be a little weird.” 

Finally – his cry is the cry of betas everywhere. Bless them. 

“I want her to be happy”

I grew up living with my father, a true Alpha, who is also significantly older than most fathers of men my age. His worldview still sees chivalry as important, and that women are beautiful creatures. I want to stress that is not, in his case, the hallmark of a beta, is simply because he is from a time when it was true. (Or, if you’re a true Roissy-ite, more true.)

Due to his influence, I grew up with the same world view as him, and on me, the attitudes that I wore wear the hallmark of beta behaviour. I was happy being the nice guy, who was friends with all the girls, but couldn’t understand why they always chose the assholes who made them cry. I even believed feminism to be a good thing. Thankfully, I soon learned game and some of my innocence was expended. However, even with my new asshole leanings, my thoughts on feminism remained untouched. Women were a force of good in society, and so on.

Around six months ago, I read an article somewhere on the internet, and it caused my epiphany, and started my rising anger towards feminism. It was about an increasing phenomenon that married women were waking up in the middle of the night and being physically repulsed by the sight of their husbands. Not only that, but the article endorsed these feelings and encouraged their use for grounds for divorce. Not a single good word was said for the husbands, indeed, the article even took pains to say that they were otherwise good men, they didn’t beat or mistreat their wives or anything like that; and yet, the article’s tone seemed to blame them for their predicament. That seemed to me to be wrong, and reading that article eventually led me to the men’s rights movement.

Something that I’ve noticed recently is the growing shift in attitudes towards male sexuality – specifically to the stud/slut double standard. Ferdinand Bardamu wrote this at The Spearhead, eloquently explaining this concept:

The sexual double standard arises from the reality that getting sex is easy for women but hard for men. The reason studs are respected and sluts are derided is because being a stud requires skill, talent, and practice, while being a slut merely requires a pulse and a lack of impulse control.

Recently, however, I have been attacked for my traditional “stud-ness” by men as well as women. I am no longer a “stud”. I am now a “man-whore”.  This shift in attitudes is important for two reasons. First, it categories those that are labelled with it in the same class as female whores. It is another arrow in the quiver for feminists to have their cake and eat it too. More importantly, by making the term acceptable for men to call other men “man-whores” means that “stud-ness” is no longer something to be aspire to. Instead, studs are being attacked by beta men, who are only doing what they think women want.

Being a stud is something some beta men no want to be, less they to get labelled a “man-whore”. Feminism is attacking game in all sorts of insidious and aggressive ways, but it might be this that is the most damaging. They’re sending studs to the glue factory.

I thought it was funny.