Male Bullshit Stories: God, How It Is and Daily Dudeplots (Part IV)

Part four of seven part series.  View parts one, two, three and five.

Necrophilia Explained, Or, Trust Your Perception’s Unifying Theory
of Standard Male Bullshit


We live in male bullshit stories. Male bullshit stories are simplistic and monotonous dude-delusions dudes repeat incessantly. The repeating enshrines the delusions into religion and culture – coalescing into the gaseous Patriarchal Atmosphere we all live in.

Male bullshit stories, as simplistic and monotonous dude-delusions dudes repeat incessantly, act like huge external palindromes for the Y. They have the same interminable repetition as the Y’s genetic palindromes, and are likewise consulted by the Y for instruction and repair. For males, male bullshit stories can be seen as palindromes which the male has externalized — palindromes which the male has externalized into “culture.”

A female is cultured in male bullshit stories from birth, regardless of which culture she is born into. “Culture” is foremost a particular set of male bullshit stories, a particular version of patriarchy. Rumors of rare exceptions exist, but do not affect the fact that the actual dominant world culture is patriarchy.

Whatever version of patriarchy, male bullshit stories serve the Y by training females to believe in men (women usually have to endure unbelievable amounts of abuse before they can let go of this bullshit; and still, many women can’t). Male bullshit stories also simultaneously induce female self-betrayal. Female self-betrayal is portrayed as not only natural, but as the only way to win male “love,”– ie, male authorization of a female’s right to exist. Having your right to exist authorized by a male is shown, in male bullshit stories, to trump any other female need, including such foolishness as female self-possession and female allegiance. Ubiquitous male bullshit stories also assist the male in his individualized cons (ie, “courting”) wagered in the hope of winning female self-betrayal.

Cultured in and familiar with the “western world,” Trust Your Perceptions will focus on this particular version of patriarchy. In the non-stop dogfight dudes have with eachother for Y dominance, — the white dude version of patriarchy has of course been viciously forcing itself on the rest of the world for quite some time now. Consequently, other patriarchal cultures have been forcefully “encouraged” to “accept” alpha dog’s male bullshit stories. Meaning you can now find these fucking stories almost anywhere. In this post, we’ll look at the “western” male bullshit stories of God, How-It-Is, and Daily Dudeplots, checking how all this delusional bullshit serves the Y. In In the next post, we’ll look at the male bullshit story of porn – a male bullshit story on a whole other scale – and in seeing how porn serves the Y, we will begin to formulate an original explanation of what in hell is wrong with men.

God, How-It-Is and Daily Dudeplots

God’s Seminal Work

thundererIt’s been a couple thousand years now, and despite the capacity to use the mind in way-better ways, still, the Jewish/Islamic/Christian Thunderous One remains the world’s most popular deity.

According to the Christian Godstory, God forces a woman into pregnancy. But he’s not rapey just any-ole-way… Thoughtful, he sends a Pregnancy Alert by Angel, — before kidnapping the woman’s uterus and making it make a babyboy (in his own image). (The male messaging the female about her impending zygote is some loco shit; whether dude gets the news is at the female’s discretion). But this is how you know dude’s All-Powerful, ie, GOD: He does this magic boybaby-making without PIV. That’s his trick. Hey look, no PIV! And a SON! (Though, c’mon. If Dude was Totally All-Powerful, he wouldn’t need to hustle up an incubator). So Pappadude makes himself a Son, and somehow, this is a big fucking deal. — Pappadude making himself a Son is a big fucking deal. That’s most of the story right there. The Son is the world’s SALVATION. Check it: Magik DUDESON = SALVATION.

So Mary, who was supposed to be a human being, doesn’t get a word in. She reportedly happily-obliges as silent incubator for Magik Dudeson, and seems to get Pappadude’s assembly instructions right. God, whose all LARGE and shit, puts Mary in a stable to give birth – the place domesticated animals are kept. (Y’all ever been in a stable? Pee-saturated straw stinks). Mary is Incubator/“Lowly Beast/”Domesticated Animal. For taking this shit, Mary gets a side shrine. (Take a stick and light a candle). Mary gets a lot of candle-lighting for being so good and selfless in doing the free incubation work for Pappadude/Dudeson. Mary (under GOD’s direction) gave birth to a baby without PIV. In the Godstory, her formal title is “Virgin Mary, Mother of God,” or “Virgin Mother,” for short.

Usetabe, Trust Your Perceptions saw this boring-ass story as maybe the main propaganda dudes used to normalize patriarchy and patrilineal descent. But the story takes on new meaning when looking down a microscope at dude’s Y. Holy Book needs a subtitle, like, The Bible: The Y-Survival Manual. Or sell more titles with: Y-Relay4Dummies.dinojesus

Simple steps for simpletons. Step 1: Parasites, Behold! Kidnap-ye a vag-uterus-contraption. Step 2: Make ye A SON! Step 2 is indeed a big fucking deal, cuz if Pappadude “makes” a daughter, his Y is dead in the Nile. The Y functions like a clone and needs a SON to survive. Dudeson IS THE SAVIOR – for Y.

The female is given clear instructions on her role in the Y-chromosome-operation: Shut up and make it. We mean: You get to be the Mother of God! Y-Relay4Dummies talks about women as incubators, because to the Y, that’s what females ARE. (Sperm had to overcome a lot to get next to the Almighty Egg. (Watch for Trust Your Perception’s future post:“Chemical Warfare Between the Sexes, or the Many Ways Females Have Tried, From Under Their Skin, to X-out the Y). The first conscious effort by the incubator to Y-flush — frightened Ys and the females they’ve hoodwinked and bamboozled aren’t standing for this. (Have you seen Y-Relay4Dummies-Thumpers over in India and China putting a stop to the mass-flushing of female fetuses? Have they even mentioned that shit?) The effort to economically and legally force women to pregnate has been called by fighter-writer Jacqueline S. Homan “forced organ donation.” For precarious parasites, not just politically, but biologically, “forced organ donation” is required, and is clearly prototyped for females in Y-Relay4Dummies). Female as incubator is a Male Reversal. Women don’t exist as empty vessels for men; in species-reality, men exist as vessels of sperm for women, who are responsible for managing the species — as they see fit.


So why doesn’t God just abracadabra his own damn Dudeson? He’s got abracadabra experience with that Adam-and-Eve rib trick. (Male Reversal: The female was not male first; the male was female first. The female was not a scion cut and rooted from the tree of man; the male is a scion which roots itself, a genetic parasite, in the nutrient-rich waters of woman). God doesn’t whip up his own Dudeson, because this is, after all, Y-Relay4Dummies. God must show dudedevotees how to target a woman “to have your baby,” “to give you a son.” (Watch for Trust Your Perception’s future post: “The Language of Childbirth: Naming the Agent).” Dude-points-and-it’s-done Y-transmittal, — this spectacularly delusional demo for dudes — is another Male Reversal: It’s not the male who picks the female for reproduction. (Date-asking, marriage proposals, marriage arrangements, elaborate feminine plumage, beauty contests, pitting women against each other, first sexual “moves,” etc.: Dudes have been working on reversing who-picks-who forever, as they fear this truism most). If there’s picking, it’s the female who picks. — Or not.

Parthenogenesis exists within all organism classes, with the exception, presently, of mammals. (Watch for Trust Your Perception’s future post:“Parthenogenesis: A-How-To-Guide).” Parthenogenesis seems miraculous to dudes, but only if, Supermagiklike, God micro-manages the whole thing top-down, — which, – why would he? It’s parthenogenesis. GOD, according to Y-Relay4Dummies, is placed ABOVE the auto-generating female, — clarifying that All Reproduction, — even parthenogenesis, — should it occur, — is Dude-Directed. The truth is dude directs nothing. Dude is not “The Decision-Maker.” Dude is a decaying parasite at the casino. An opportunist with semi-functioning-gunk, he half-assed dispatches SRY to intercept for dudebaby, hoping chance forces his blueprint onto some female willing to spend the next 21+ years of her life in babydude-devotion. (Jennifer Graves has even suggested SRY may not be an “activator,” but a suppressor. In other words, SRY may turn OFF a testis-making inhibitor, which means something is trying to inhibit testis-making, which wouldn’t be dudes. Dudes love testis. (Plus, — slapping an extra gene DAX1 on the X chromosome overrules SRY – turns a going-male fetus back female (ie, SRY is not the final word on sudden aberrant embryo shift)). Even male geneticists who show themselves advanced beyond their peers enough to receive the precious-rare Radfem Honorable Mention — (Thank You Bryan Sykes) — refer to SRY as the “Master Switch.” The Y, who never talks to anyone and lives in his basement, where he apparently amuses himself with Delusions of Grandeur, isn’t pulling a “Master Switch.” He is yanking the string tied to the cheap ball-metal-chain from the lightbulb in his dank-packrat-basement where he is yearning for a replica. Reproduction – CREATION — as Dude-Directed – whether by God or SRY – are Delusions of Grandeur on a scale no meds can fix.

Clearly, these some Magic Powers. But NOT DUDE’S. The Godstory is a Male Reversal: Any male – God-Thundering Fictional Prick to day-dreaming basement-dweller, — claiming the Generative Power and potentially Self-Generative Power native to females as his own has sucked in too many moldspores. Men are not Omnipotent Creators. On the contrary…

Through absurd Male Reversals, the Godstory turns The Equation of Life on it’s head. The Godstory isn’t about women and men having children together. The Godstory is about Fathers Begetting Sons. About the lineage of Y – surviving onward. (Other Godstory chapters touch on all matters Y, including, eg, Y-competition, where you send your own Y to war so YII can terminate other Ys and rape-spree your Y everywhere). (Watch for Trust Your Perception’s future post: “Genetic Mapping Shows a History of Rape).” (Note: Trust Believes In Personal Accountability – be you dude, or be you radfem. Address all comprehension-failure-hate-mail to: His Holiness, Pope Francis pp, 00120 via del Pellegrino, Citta del Vaticano (remember, don’t put “Rome” on the envelope; they are their very own patriarchal nation-state). Y-Relay4Dummies concludes by warning Y readers of their Around-the-Corner Endtimes, predicting more Hell + Salvation with the return of Junior, who apparently was just pretend-killed. Oh, Invincible Boybaby!

If females believe this male bullshit story, they might happily-oblige as silent incubators for Ys, tactfully choking down morningsickness Sunday morning in the pew. There, they can listen for free to Skyperp as he models every abuser tactic imaginable, and come to believe one-on-one psych-ops is perfectly normal too.

How It Is

And this bullshit story you know too: Grow up, get married, have kids, work/climb/amass until you retire, and if you can, leave a little something for the kids. (This unimaginative froth forming-brains are cooked in…) Ask most-anyone in this westernizing world, and they will tell you: that’s just how it is.

Just how it is? — And why’s that?

Most radfems get that “civilization” originated with males out to impress => control females. Ask radfems why males were out to impress => control females, and they will tell you: their peens. More specifically: To insure female access, commonly through het marriage and “family,” the window shade for their true psycho-rooster selves. Why their peens? Why female access? Why psycho rooster? Radfems will tell you cuz Dude is all-about Dude. And this is true. But why’s that?

Trust wonders if the extent dude is all about dude is not yet even recognized.

Let’s contemplate: What if this how-it-is situation is the Y strategy? What if this how-it-is situation is the ordering of things exclusively for the survival and perpetuation of the Y chromosome?

Sensible mammals keep males separated from the females and their babies. (Elk, big cats, etc). The females and their babies are the CENTER of the culture. Females and males negotiate a couple weeks a year, and the rest of the time, dude mammals get banished to the brush, where they are vulnerable to predation, easily dispensed with and not missed. But humandudes been working this-here-thing long time now. They got it just how they like it. Insanely: Dudes have made dudes the CENTER of the culture. (Even where people are culturally tight-knit, and/or “egalitarian,” eg, Cuba, — males retain THE CENTER). Females and their babies are cast to the periphery, which is often considered “private” (owned, cloaked in silence). They are isolated, usually separated from each other, under house arrest in some cultures, and, unless they are single mothers, are managed one-on-one by a dude. That now some dudes change diapers once in a while in No Way Changes the Dudes at the Center of the Culture/Females and Babies Banished to the Brush set-up here. Whether it’s public housing or private vaults in the city, suburbs or country – females and their babies have been pushed from the CENTER to the outside…

Males as the CENTER – this wacky shit is maintained by inanities such as “Men Do Important Things,” “It’s a Man’s World,” etc. — All Male Reversals. Males are NOT the CENTER (of anything). Males are biologically and in all other ways peripheral. Among mammals, females and their babies, should females chose to have babies, are in and of themselves the CENTER. (How long were males loitering in the brush with hardons, having nothing to do but pick their earwax with a twig, not liking this situation at all, before figuring out how to rig it for the Y? (When a male courts a female, he restores her to her place at the CENTER. But like all cons, it’s a temporary means to an end, ie, winning female self-betrayal)).

Unless dude is loaded and fairytale material (which is, c’mon — a fairytale), outskirt isolation with dude does not confer advantage to females. And as loaded dudes tend towards psycho too (actually, tend towards particularly psycho), and as the most dangerous place for females is the home, (cuz, uh, dude’s there) outskirt isolation, for females, often incurs disadvantage. For Ys however, locking up your own personal incubator to which you have total access any time… Clearly, the optimal set-up. A seemingly even-better situation is the Mormon-Sultan-Fela-type harem. The main problem here is having your own womenzoo locks out other Ys, and this pisses them off. (Plus the women may band against you). One-On-One Dude-On-Chick is the International Dude Treaty which accedes not to lock antlers all the time, so as to spend more time PIVing. This is a bit of a let-down for dudes, but they try making up for it with War. For dudes, ultimately, One-On-One is the best set-up, as it confers advantage to all Ys. Females agree to this set-up because males are so fucking dangerous that females mistakenly believe, and the propaganda has been in fact delivered to their brains, that you need a man to protect you from all other men. A “set-up” alright. — Dudes got it locked up.

Patriarchy maintains itself, as feminists have long pointed out, by the nuclear family and patrilineal descent. Trust often finds this to be true even beyond the “western” nuclear family. For example, Trust knows a dude from Ghana with 10 brothers and sisters. They are Ashanti – matrilocal with matrilineal land inheritance. Yet all his brothers went to school and excelled (one is a prominent member of the Ghanaian Parliament), while all his sisters remain illiterate. The females get the water, do the landwork, raise the children, and cook three meals a day for the entire extended family who come together to eat. (All that sweeping afterwards,… and doing dishes only means having to get more water). His sister called his brother a fucker in Ashanti, and was swift-deposited before the Crowned Ashanti Dude. This potential feminist was made to apologize before the crowned dude, her brother and the entire town, who took time out from their busy schedules to come to the misogyny party. (The only Ashanti still colonized are the women). Ashanti Dude Trust knows explained that when he gets back to Ghana, the town’s families will line up all their daughters — so he can pick.

The problem here and everywhere is the codification of entanglements with men, and genetic entanglements in particular, into “family” at all. Historically and presently, in a general-world-way, from West Africa to the “American” West, let’s look down the microscope to check how codifying entanglements with males into “family” serves the Y.

You didn’t have to grow up with the Christian Godstory to understand patrilineal descent. Whether you’re from Japan, Bhutan, Polynesia, Patagonia, or Persia, whether you grew up in gang territory, mob territory, or war-torn territory, you are imprinted with

the patrilineal-descent paradigm of your land’s crowned dudes.

Whatever land, whatever crowned dudes, men created wealth and power to get laid. The entire oil-pumping civilization is a by-product of the dude-endeavor to get laid. Historically and now, getting laid meant a chance to spermpass your Y. The more wealthy and powerful the spermpasser, the better his chance of making a woman recast him in babydude form – prince, junior, the second or third – whatever you wanna call him. The world-over, queens who did not produce a “male heir” — ie, cough up a mini Y – were shamed, abandoned, and/or murdered. “Family”– part thuggery, part mindfuck – is the vehicle for Y transfer.

Any dude who couldn’t make the incubator make a boy would experience a personal Apocalypse, since, from “Adam” on down, he was now the last-standing Y. Last-standing Ys felt they were failing their fathers. “Mulier autem familiae suae et caput et.” — “A girl is the end of the family.” The Y is both debt and duty. In a recent survey asking people who planned to have children their reasons why, only males said: “To see myself in the next generation.” Today, more young males than females say they “want to get married and have kids,” with dudes, sex-stereotype-au-contraire, sounding sooo romantic. But whatever the generation, from dudes’ point of view, codifying genetic entanglements with females into het patrilineal “family” is critical. Indeed, “family” is the only way dude can track his Y.


Successful Y-tracking also requires the comprehensive sexual management of females by males, through, for example, defining sex as PIV, “instructive” porn, shaming, name-calling, condemnation, public humiliation, purdah, burkah, clitorectomy, threats of physical abuse, beatings, “honor killings,” prostitution and destitution, — just to name a few. To birthe a baby which hasn’t been Y-tracked, in many cultures, brings “shame” upon the mother. Genetically, to women, — within reason, it doesn’t matter who spermdonor is. — The only one it matters to is Y. — And to Y, – Y-tracking – fuck yes – matters.

“Family” is female extortion. Males, on a mission to maintain their Y line, thug women into “family,” — which bubblewraps and tracks their Y. “Adam” to grandfather to father to son, — patrilineal descent is a Y-chromosome protection racket.

The newborn boy is wrapped in a thousand down comforters of privilege – a comforter for you’re a boy, escape suffocation – wrap – a comforter for everyone has big dreams for you – wrap – a comforter for your mother cutting her own dreams short – wrap — a comforter for you eat first, and eat as much as you want – wrap – a comforter for teachers grading you higher than you deserve – wrap — a comforter for commanding attention whenever you talk – wrap – a comforter for everything your father taught you but not your sister – wrap – a comforter for your father tapping his connections to get you a job – wrap – a comforter for your mother doing your laundry even after you’ve moved out – wrap – a comforter for your wife doing your laundry – wrap – a comforter for your wife buying the bullshit that you were made in the image of God – wrap – a comforter for your wife believing PIV is the only sex, and to submit is to be “good” – wrap – a comforter for the nurse asking you to spell your name for the birth certificate — wrap.

This is how it works: Patrilineal descent bubblewraps and tracks the Y, packaging it for safe passage down the line with the hope it manifests new males. Any males this Y does manifest are additionally wrapped in the thousand down comforters of male privilege. The Y chromosome – and the Y chromosome alone – is pre-cushioned for generational transport.

Additionally, when daddydude dies, he traditionally hands off whatever he managed to hoard to his son. (Though, in some parts of the world, feminism has succeeded in undoing this, the history of father-to-son wealth transfer has created lasting advantages, particularly when compounded over generations. In many places, this “tradition” continues). Already bubblewrapped, already swathed in a thousand down comforters, this Y package now gets — depending on how corrupt, lucky, and/or hardworking daddydude was — either gift wrapped, or, for superlucky dudes, its own Brinks truck. Protected with armed guards, this Y gets serious special delivery. The protection and opportunities inheritance bequeaths cannot be overstated.

Wealth and power are an INSURANCE POLICY for the Y in its current and future manifestations, insuring safe and prosperous passage down through the treacherous straits of wombs. Patrilineal descent, patriarchal privilege, and compounding patrilineal inheritance insure the fragile contents of the Y in perpetuity.

The Y chromosome is the only part of the human genome which acts like a clone, yet parasite-like, must use another body to clone itself. This “impulse” to “clone” must be strong, because not to clone is to perish. In the western world, feminism, cost of children, garnishing of wages, and Earth-consciousness, have, to some degree, blunted this under-the-skin impulse for junior incubation. But it should be remembered that males are not “fixated” on baby junior. — They’re not-all-that sophisticated. Male interest in child-care is famously low. They don’t even seem to understand that child-love benefits the Y. It’s not that a dude is obsessed with having a son. — The Y baggage of males is knuckle-lugged-along by dudes’ single-minded obsession with PIV.

Dudes’ single-minded obsession with PIV – a dude-characterization unlikely to meet disagreement anywhere – is in need of some Trust Your Perceptions reframing: A dude’s obsessive fuck focus is his unconscious under-the-skin impulse to clone himself.

Biologically, for a male, PIV is a cloning opportunity. PIV, aka “sex,” is about dudes. (You thought it was, and you were right) A penis is a sperm applicator; testicles are a sperm production warehouse; and biologically, dude’s reason for living is to pass his Y. It’s a life-or-death situation for males; if they don’t pass their Y, it dies. This is why dudes insist “sex” is an “urgent need” – and put it on par with eating.

The male’s urgent need to fuck is the male calibrated to clone himself, himself, himself, himself…

Can we recognize the extent Dude is all-about Dude?

The Y putting itself at the CENTER, pushing females and their babies to the periphery, where they are made manageable and dependent (ie, domesticated), these genetic entanglements with men codified into “families,” the patrilineal descent of families used to bubblewrap and track the Y, male privilege coddling and cushioning this fragile chromosome at every life stage, inheritance underwriting the Y, safeguarding it while opening doors for its survival and perpetuation, as PIV-obsession, the calibration to clone, urges Y on — All this serves the Y beautifully.

How is it that the Y chromosome – the most mutated, decrepit part of the human genome, currently in a less-than-3%-left condition — has every poli-social advantage at its disposal to assure its survival and perpetuation? Because dudes sure as shit have their assess covered.

Women: Can we recognize the extent Dude is all-about Dude??

Daily Dudeplots

Daily life is full of weird stories. And Trust isn’t even talking about the newspaper. No. Trust means: weird dudeplots. Women are “teased” for not relating to these weird stories — the same bombastic four all-the-fucking-time:

Plot 1: Dude-Gets-Chick Stories (Y scores)

Plot 2: Dude-Saves-Chick/Day/World/Whatever Stories (Y uses whatever bullshit it takes to lull women into trust (music scored for Believe In Dude-You Can Depend On Dude-Need Yourself A Dude-conditioning))

Plot 3: Dude-Overcomes-The-Onslaught of Enemies/Armies/Aliens/Evil Forces/Covert Forces/Spies/Whatever Stories (triumph of one group of Ys over another, or else, Y, more-or-less alone, overcomes the onslaught targeting it for termination (mutations, decay, sperm failure, etc))

Plot 4: Apocalypse Stories (doom & gloom coming down on the Y) and Dude-Survives- Apocalypse Stories (Y beats doom & gloom)

Have you noticed? High culture to pop culture, movies to gaming: All the same plots, — with Plots 3 and 4 gaining, as dudes face down their demise.

Plot 1 — Most stories are Dude-Gets-Chick Stories. These are basically tips on how-to-bullshit-your-way-into-a-receptive-host. Spanning every genre, these stories end when dude scores wide-eyed babe because Y Mission Accomplished. The dude-written stories females get from cradle-onwards – Fairytales — also end when Chick Gets Got. Chick Happiness = Getting Got. – No time wasted planting that bullshit in developing XX minds. And why is Prince with Ballet Company carriage the special one? Dudes aren’t special. According to Hunt Willard, an XX researcher from Duke University: “Genetically speaking, if you’ve met one man, you’ve met them all. We are, I hate to say it, predictable. You can’t say that about women. Men and women are farther apart then we ever knew. It’s not Mars or Venus. It’s Mars or Venus, Pluto, Jupiter and who knows what other planets.” Women are interchangeable is a Male Reversal. Men are interchangeable. If you’ve met one Marsprince, you’ve met them all. Getting “got” by some interchangeable Marsprince is suppose to make the female eternally happy. Happily-ever-after is so not like life in a box, isolated and trapped with a PIV-demanding dude and screaming offspring. Though don’t ever tell females. You want a chick in a box? — Tell females Fairytales.

Romance/Romantic Comedies are Fairytales for grown-women. Fed this bullshit already, and given the limited menu, women eat this stupid shit up, because at least there’s some connection portrayed. Which works well, cuz the Y needs women to believe dudes are capable of connection. For dudes, simulating connection is usually just another con, employed towards dickery/Y success. These “romance” stories are vampire-host-demos, sometimes literally, as the vampire motif gets a redo each generation, cuz apparently, deep down, — rings true. Romance/Romantic Comedies also serve dude as “date movies,” — doing all the softening-up-the-chick work before dude drives her home. (“If I could just stop picking the wrong guys. What is the matter with me? I just need to find the right one. Roberto seems nice.)” One step beyond how-to-bullshit-your-way-into-a-receptive-host to: Here, let us salt her neck.

Plot 2 — A lot of the Dude-Saves-Whatever Stories are just Dude-Gets-Chick Stories, with the added twist of chick gratefully indebted to dude for being “rescued.”Another Male Reversal: Males do not rescue the female. Males traumatize the female. Yet it is imperative for females to think males rescue. If female brain is formulated to Dude = Rescue, but in reality, dude makes female’s life Hell, she either blames herself or devotes all energy within the cosmos of her being to bring dude up to paramedically-inclined prince, in hopes of, hello, that rescue she was promised. And what is this rescue from? Typically, Y rescues XX from other meaner Ys. Dude-Saves-Chick-Stories show how to trauma-bond a female to you. Radfem thinkers Fact Check Me, Radical Wind and Terri Strange have explained how trauma-bonding females is the most effective method for female domestication. In Dude-Saves-Chick Stories, if the female is trying to escape trauma-bonding with some other psycho, this presents an opportunity to transfer the pre-initiated trauma-bonding to you. (Dude Racket: Eenie-Meanie-Miney-Moe: Pick your Trauma by the Toe…) The dramatically-rescued XX in Dude-Saves-Chick Stories becomes Obliging Host to Herodude. Compliance of the eternally-grateful chick is assured: Because scared-shitless damsel now has welcome mat mind.

A necrophilic variant on Dude-Saves-Chick is solving the murder of a female (by unknown “twisted,” gosh, — dude?) The honor of the female is rescued by Dude-Who-Isn’t-Like-That, seeking justice for the female between voyeuristic visits to the morgue. The female, instead of being “rescued” before imminent other-dude trauma, is here necrophilicly “rescued” post other-dude trauma. This is, besides dude hardon for dead females disguised in a cape, another Male Reversal: The Makers and Admins of a Species, — Females – are responsible for managing male numbers. In some species, males are only allowed to live in “bull markets.” Under favorable environmental conditions, females may consider the expense of males an affordable risk. On a sunny day, females lounging by the gene pool may decide to roll the genetic dice. (Unless they’re risk-adverse). — Males don’t solve the murder of females. Females solve the murder of males.

Dude-Saves-Whatever Stories include the Superhero Blockbusters, where Dude Saves The World. This is a Male Reversal: Dudes don’t save the world. Dudes have been busy destroying it. Yet in most dudestories, dude is saving something. Regardless of what dude happens to be saving, Dude-Saves-Whatever Stories are considered family fare — bullshit EVERYONE can watch – as dude needs everyone to internalize Dude = Hero. Watched together as a family, eg, Superhero Blockbusters depict Dude as the one who saves lives, Dude as the one everyone turns to when shit goes down, Dude as the one who rights wrongs and restores justice. This insidious male bullshit story trains everyone to believe in dudes.

Dude-Saves-Whatever Stories also trains everyone to believe the male is critical to survival. Again, Male Reversal: Survival does not hinge on dudes. Any geneticist will tell you: Males aren’t necessary. Steve Jones: “You don’t even need the (male) sex slaves. You just need their cells in a freezer. You’d have to have a very good electricity supply… In the end, males are uncertain little creatures and the way they are made is very different in mammals, birds, insects and worms… Males are by no means necessary.” Bryan Sykes, who has publicly stated that had he been female, he could not have reported on Y demise, additionally clarifying he has “no feminist agenda,” was asked by a reporter in 2005 if men are necessary, to which Sykes replied: “Clearly not.”

In reality, the saving dudes do is their own asses. Mosttimes, it’s women who make sure dudebabies survive and thrive. A woman’s life energy is poured into the optimal development of an unnecessary and unpredictable juvie parasite, whose ultimate developmental life-stage is the parasitism of other females. If you’ve got a dude helping with that, other women will tell you you’re lucky. Because genetically and often otherwise, dudesaving ends with a spermdeposit. (Even God, with all those Magic Powers, wouldn’t cover for a piss-free place to birthe). Men are not saving women, the day, or the world. Men are saving themselves from the reality of their precarious and peripheral position to women by selling themselves as saviors. It’s a non-stop sales pitch blast. If females believe in males, male survival is protected. If females believe in males, spermdeposits in the preferable Y-denomination can be easily made. Dude-Saves-Chick/Day/World/Whatever Stories are all Male Reversals. The real story here is Dude Saves Dude.

Plot 3 – Dude-Overcomes-the-Onslaught Stories comes in two renditions. In Rendition 1, the onslaught is other Ys, as one gang of Ys triumphs over another. In Rendition 2, the onslaught is external forces, as Y, more-or-less alone, stops these forces from taking him down.

In Rendition 1, two opposing Y “brotherhoods” are in a “shoot-out,” a mutual murder contest, trying to kill each other with – hark — phallus-emulated weaponry. (How does this obvious-thing of Earthdudes lovingly “reproducing” their dicks into weapons (guns, knives, swords, bombs, grenades, cannons, bayonets, anti-aircraft missiles, mushroom clouds, etc) in dudeplots and real life for colossal dick fights for dickery rank never get noticed?? The impulse to clone himself, himself, himself, himself apparently spilleth over). This is a Y supremacy showdown. Bro-soldiers win access to new territory/women, or else defend their established territory/women. Brotherhood is cooperating for individual Y success. Usually there is a woman-prize in the end upon which to proclaim Y victory and vigor. Genres include “Westerns” and “War Dramas.” (So you thought it never made sense that whupping someone’s ass meant you were right, that you won the argument? To dudes, this makes perfect sense, — when ram racks no longer crash, XX-access has just been settled).

In Rendition 2, the storyline parallels the monotonous tribulations of dude equipment – with Y — out there alone — taking hits. The actual Cosmic Forces wreaking havoc in dude’s Y organ are cast as Aliens/Evil Forces/Covert Forces/Spies/Whatever. Dude himself — through phallus-emulated weaponry, lethal confrontations, total-demo crashes, devastating explosions — jolly phallic phantasm! — Vanquishes unto Victory! Genres include “Sci-Fi,” “Thriller,” “Action,” “Adventure” and “Spy.” But whatever the genre, dude writes and rewrites the same “happy” ending, whereby the forces trying to take dude down are Defeated. (What? All that blood and all those piles of dead bodies never seemed like a happy ending to you?? You must be a woman then. Cuz dude just bore witness to the Quashing of The Cosmic Forces. No happier ending possible).

Westerns, War Dramas, Sci-Fi, Thrillers, Action, Adventure and Spy. — Males have created entire film genres based on dude overcoming termination. These genres may shuffle stage sets, but the story is the same.

Take “Spy:” How many Bond posters are in your head? Can you see James Bond? At the CENTER? Cool, cocky, gun/dick cocked, wielding his accessory babe? (This is a Male Reversal: Women, their “attributes” displayed, are not accessories for men. Men with attributes women want displayed are accessories for women. Men are, biologically, Sperm Purses. — Sperm Purses women can forget to leave somewhere). Yet whatever era, it’s the same Bond poster, it’s the same damn story. In species-reality, males are completely defenseless against the constant onslaught of mutations wreaking havoc in their netherparts. Yet this same-damn-story wishfully chronicles Life in Balls where two happy-things always happen: Y overcomes the onslaught and Y gets strewn. Bond, who can be counted on to overcome, and to overcum again, considering the countless eager women spydude sperms, is celebrated anew each generation – glorious paragon of Y success.

Unlike Romantic Comedies for grown-women/het couples, or Dude-Saves-Whatever Stories “for the whole family,” these Dude-Overcomes-the-Onslaught Stories are strictly stories for dudes (and attendant XXs whose eyes have been replaced, most grievously, by the eyes of men). It’s the highly-fantastic My Balls memoir. (“Balls” meaning “courage” and “invincibility” is a Male Reversal: Balls hold the weakest most vulnerable part of the human genome. Balls are also the weakest most vulnerable part of the human body. A woman in China recently killed a man just by squeezing his testicles). Whatever “storyline” men project onscreen for the blitzkrieg they’re experiencing down under, men do not tire of dramatizing the life of their balls, especially when, most impossibly (all these stories are science fiction), it ends with a man’s-man neutralizing the blitzkrieg.

Still: Dudes Need More. The traditional tale had dude mozying along, when-all-of-a- sudden: Evil Forces. Tolerance has been developed watching this same story over and over, while, simultaneously, dudes’ condition worsens. Dudes have had to write a new script; they’ve upped the dose. Unable to distinguish Evil Forces (bad and getting worse mutations) from good, the Y is in a Blind Crisis Condition. Under Blind Crisis Conditions, when you can’t see who’s attacking you, when your existence is at stake, indiscriminate killing is best. As dudes say: “It’s kill or be killed.”

The Gaming Industry made $67 billion last year by providing the apparently much-needed dude-experience of MOWING DOWN EVERYTHING IN SIGHT. (Not just in their path. EVERYTHING IN SIGHT). Dudes no longer have to play defense to the onslaught. Dudes can reach new highs in total slaughter by BECOMING THEIR OWN FUCKING ONSLAUGHT. The Pre-Emptive Extermination of Everything seems just what dude needed.

Plot 4 – Apocalypse Stories

The Apocalypse Story resonates too dude-deeply just to be left with Skyperp.

It would be nice to think this regularly-regurgitated dudeplot is just a White Dude Issue. — But unfortunately not. Hindu dudes, Mayan dudes, Muslim dudes – all these dudes and more presage their own demise. The concept of “Apocalypse” predates Christianity, being Ancient Greek for “Revelation.” Apocalypse Stories are “revelatory,” intended to reveal the truth about the future, and of course, the fear there for dudes is: not having one.

Deep identification with the Apocalypse Story had primarily scared-shitless white dudes – the Y having the most to spend and everything to lose – dropping $500 million last year alone to push back The Endtimes, with underground womb-like bunkers a big seller. (We’re not even talking amassing weapons, batteries, beet seeds and pinto beans. (And of course, other Y factors loom: White Ys have gone to great trouble to Y rule – putting indigenous Ys in reservations, African-American Ys in prisons, and walling off Latino Ys. (Asian and other Ys are regulated by visas). That other Ys know what’s up isn’t helping white dudes’ nerves). But whether they can afford their own underground bunker or not, men the world over keep feeling – in the chromosomes of their bones – that the end is near.

Scientists who study the evolution of sex say The Story of Males is the same: To be male is to be genetically in decline. Males are an unenduring means for genetic diversity. Even among creatures in whom sex has developed most recently, scientists say males are characterized, genetically, by an inevitable unraveling.

No wonder then: This neverending dudestory of Total Destruction, The End. (Chick Flicks don’t deal in Apocalypse. However inane, they are a reprieve from dude’s non-stop Necrophilia. Total Destruction, The End is a guy thing. — Because that’s their trajectory). Any self-respecting parasite is naturally concerned with its future prospects. Concern heightens when, additionally, that parasite’s genetic math is taking it to zero vector. And so dudes obsessively forecast. In completely hopeful ways.

In the other Daily Dudeplots, the pure hell of life in dudes’ balls is projected onscreen, so dude can be shown overcoming the onslaught. In the Apocalypse Story, DudeHell ignites into an uncontrollable Global Inferno. (If you see no hope here, you aren’t male).

In the Christian Apocalypse, the Savior for Y shows up to Savior even more. (Like why make two trips?) Anybody who believed that shit gets relocated to Heaven, where, watching the genocidal fires of Earth blaze, — their hearts swell. — Everlasting Patriarchal Groupthink is now possible, — and they, its only hope. In the traditional secular version – dramatic TWIST – those outlasting the ashes of Earth are the human species’ only hope. — In the seeds of pessimism, — a germ of optimism. — Yet despite the billing, the optimism isn’t for survival of the species, but, — if there’s a happy ending, — dude’s germline itself.

The Apocalypse Story is about everything ending, — except maybe for dudes. (Everything ending, — except maybe for dudes — is another Male Reversal. Given the state of the Y chromosome and sperm, dudes are at the front of the line). In the traditional Christian tale, a new Patriarchal Age, — a new Kingdom, — Arises. Raptured-dude(s) who jumped through the hoops are this Kingdom’s new Adam. There is nothing more dude-excellent, — as hereafter, — all the Kingdom’s males will bear Adam’s Y. In the traditional secular tale, Herodude, despite slamming face-first into trashed Earth, now smoldering, lives (sometimes that’s enough), or else Herodude(s) find themselves some baby-ovens and “the world starts over” — the highly-traumatic hetrosex-mess continues down the spiral of time. In this case, all dudes hereafter will bear Herodude’s Y. An entire planet of Herodude Y clones spewing forward. — Dude-ultimate.

In many species, when males disappear, — which does not occur infrequently, — females shift to parthenogenesis, — spontaneously. — Clearly not a standard these stories seek to maintain, or even entertain. Traditional focus of the Apocalypse Story is DUDE beating doom.

These some crazy-parasite fantasy forecasts. Earth devastated, — Most-other Ys out of the picture, — Then just hit “Reset Male Germline?” The Apocalypse – Endtimes for Germline — The hell down below raining fire upon Earth, – with Earth destroyed but Man surviving — is a MAN STORY, — by men, for men, and only making any-sense-whatsoever TO MEN. Men love the Apocalypse Story because not only does it predict for an invincible Y, overcoming The Ultimate Onslaught, reseeding the Earth with himself, himself, himself, himself, The Apocalypse Story is also – in itself — undiluted Necrophilia. “Necrophilia” is defined by Mary Daly as “the most fundamental characteristic and first principle of patriarchy: hatred for and envy of Life…death worship.” And, in fact, Necrophilia, — as Trust will ultimately show, — is how dudes equalize their doom.

Recent Apocalypse movies try to outdude eachother in portraying – oh, hell-with survival — TOTAL NECROPHILIA. This is planet pornography: the Earth razed, gone to flames, littered with carnage. The Earth brought down to dudes’ grim level, as Necrophilia Reigns. In the past 60 years, about 200 Apocalypse movies have been made. This tally does not include Post-Apocalypse movies, Dystopian movies, Zombie movies and the too-many-to-count category of Horror. (A mutilation fest where women are leveled left and right, cut down in gleeful revenge, often by zombies, ie, dudes already-dead). So many flavors to a dead body. Who knew? While connoisseurs are able to differentiate, ALL OF THESE “GENRES” — Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Dystopian, Zombie, and Horror — are Male Necrophilia. Because the other option is: If dudes can’t survive this planet, nothing else has to to either.

The traditional Apocalypse Story – whether Skyperp’s or Hollywood’s – is beloved by men because the Y, defying the hell-and-damnation of its own self-destructing germline, proves itself unstoppable, and with any luck, springs anew from it’s own Necrophilic Hell. Stepping out of the movie theater, however, we can see dudes won’t actually have much “luck” springing from their own Necrophilic Hell. “Men’s molecular genetic basis is really quite weak, and is going to go,” explains Bryan Sykes. “…(T)he Y chromosome is going to become extinct soon.”

Dude Gets Chick, Dude Saves Day, Dude Overcomes, Dude Beats Doom — all these dumb plots – “entertainment” — are the travails of the Y.Plots diverging from the my-balls-my-dick-shall-overcome don’t hold mens’ attention. Dudes are facing their own Apocalypse. These plots are told, retold and experienced as Y-encouragement. These weird dudeplots comfort and encourage the knocked-down Y. They shake their pom-poms and cheer Y on.