The Smug Foid Bubble

Substack hungers for GenderSlop. It’s an open question whether Substack is even interested in the physical act of sex. My guess is no. What’s clear, is that Substack desperately wants to identify with someone who fucks or as someone who fucks. They’re not actually trying to fuck.

The problem is these smug foids. How is a tired man, ravaged by civilizational rot and runaway inflation, supposed to affirm his fragile ego when these smug foids won’t even bounce on it crazy style? There are two answers to that question, plus a secret third one. But that last answer is reserved exclusively for high-agency alpha males.

Airbnb used to have a person on the other side of the wall. You booked a spare bedroom off a soon-to-be-divorced wine mom. Xanax in the medicine cabinet. A husband on a permanent business trip to Thailand. Kids who had stopped calling. The listing said “cozy room near transit.” The room said something else. Family photos still up from a family that had already ended. Thirty dollars a night to sleep inside somebody’s crumbling marriage.

For just $30 you could bring an East LA Tinder Tina into that same broken room and tell her to ride it like a stolen bicycle. That was the real product: putting a new memory in a room nobody wanted to remember.

2010s Airbnb was raw. Fifteen years later it’s a sterile playground for downwardly mobile millennials cosplaying as homeowners, exactly like FoidStack.

These days OnlyFans and FoidStack serve the same purpose for lonely men: rented female attention. FoidStack is the more degenerate option in my view. Instead of booting up OnlyFans, dropping their trousers, and cranking hog at work like an absolute boss, Substack betas jerk off to poorly written foid erotica because that won’t get them in trouble at the office. Either way, renting a foid’s attention as a fantasy substitute is incredibly lame. Yet that is exactly what most men are doing on SlopStack.

A lot has been written about men jerking off to OnlyFans. I just wrote you a paragraph about men jerking off to women writing about jerking off, aka exploring their sexuality.

There is a third position. It is the most profitable one on this website: jerking off to the idea of not jerking off, while continuing to jerk off.

Consider Jack Murphy. In 2015 he published an essay called "Cultivating Erotic Energy From a Surprising Source." The surprising source was other men, having sex with his girlfriend, while he watched. He wrote this himself. He put his name on it. He then founded The Liminal Order, a men-only membership community for the cultivation of positive masculinity, and sold access to it.

Pretending not to jerk off while jerking off is a business model. He wrote the disease and then sold the cure, and the cure and the disease had the same author, which is the only way the margins work.

This is the counter-signal trade. You take a public short position on degeneracy while quietly running a private long. You write the semen retention post. You write the porn is a psyop post. You write the return to tradition post. You benefit from the anti-coom while secretly continuing to coom. It’s like selling drugs at a rehab clinic, which was an incredibly profitable Miami grift.

The counter-signaler is not lying about the collapse. The collapse is real. He is lying about his position in it. He tells you he is short the market. He is long, on margin, and the margin is your subscription.

The average American woman is fat, old, and on SSRIs. There is less fucking than ever, creating a Smug Foid Bubble.

Every guy on Substack knows this.

What they don't know is that the Sexual Market functions like any other labour or commodity market.

There is only so much gold and quality sexual labour. During a shortage people begin selling paper IOUs that far outstrip supply, that’s how thirst trapping Beta Males with OnlyFans works and subsequently selling them private chats aka love letters aka paper. Finally on top of that economy is the derivative economy. A derivative is a bet on a thing you will never touch. Substack is the exchange; it takes a cut on every trade, and it does not care which way you lean.

A call is a bet she goes up. That is the orbiter. He pays now for upside that never arrives, likes every post, sends the birthday text, and holds until it expires worthless.

A put is a bet she goes down. That is the entire blackpill industry. Every “she’ll hit thirty and cry” post is a put option, and it prints, because she does hit thirty. He collects on the wall and still does not get laid. That is the part he leaves out. A profitable put is not pussy.

A future is a bet he gets laid later. Semen retention, looksmaxxing, the trad restoration, the migration to a country he cannot name. Every one of them has a delivery date, and every one of them gets rolled forward, and no contract in the history of this market has ever settled.

A swap is Jack Murphy. He swapped his own confession for your subscription, and the counterparty risk was all yours.

A straddle is the boomer coomer who is long both sides. He posts the put in the morning and the call at night. He is short degeneracy on main and long on the alt. He does not care which way it breaks because he gets paid either way.

And a naked short is the incel. No position, no collateral, no exposure to anything but the drawdown.

You cannot shove your penis into a correct opinion.

At some point you cash out. At some point you go get the gold. If you’re ready to take the next step, join my exclusive Telegram where we go above and beyond everything on Substack. On 20.7 I’m doing a one hour seminar live there.

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