#fascist masculinity

[queen-mabs-revenge]

found 'the way' a really interesting piece of speculative fiction exploring the idea of anti-migrant xenophobic violence being turned inwards towards 'legitimate citizens' when interests of capital are threatened by struggle, but this sequence in the last episode def stood out to me as a neoluddite.

feels connected to this quote from dan mcquillan's 'resisting ai - an anti-fascist approach to artificial intelligence':

Bergson argued that if one accepts a ready- made problem in this way, "one might just as well say that all truth is already virtually known, that its model is patented in the administrative offices of the state, and that philosophy is a jig- saw puzzle where the problem is to construct with the pieces society gives us the design it is unwilling to show us." (Deleuze, 2002, cited in Coleman, 2008) In other words, however sophisticated or creative AI might seem to be, its modelling is stuck in abstractions drawn from the past, and so becomes a rearrangement of the way things have been rather than a reimagining of the way things could be. AI has, in effect, an inbuilt political commitment to the status quo, in particular to existing structures that embed specific relations of power. The absence of different concepts leaves out the possibility of conceiving that things could be arranged differently.

[variousqueerthings]

do think it's very funny on some level that

cobra kai keeps shoehorning in nonsensical repetitive heterosexual relationship stuff

cobra kai trailer focuses almost entirely on same-sex "friend"ships (johnny/daniel and sam/tory -- the sam/tory is especially funny considering how s5 ended on supposedly big romance arcs that supposedly act as their main drives)

just really makes a few things obvious in terms of what's meant to be important in their story...

[beautiful-basque-country]

Every time I see that post glorifying the gay pride, soldiers and lovers, and overall homo-eroticism of la Legión on my dash I die a bit inside 💀

[hjemne]

The LAYERS of imagery here. I don't think I've ever seen anyone talk about the yeagerist insignia before and like !!! The guns superimposed over the wings, the similarities to the scouts wings of freedom but they've lost the fluidity and overlap and are now rigid and symmetrical and conforming and have become secondary to violence instead of giving hope of freedom..... not even to mention the scaffolding and it's similarities to Erwin's almost execution as display of state violence, Historia's coronation as display of change in power and Tyber's speech as display of theatre of warmongering.... I can and WILL go on about this

[tomorrowusa]

Trump is personally a pile of orange flab with hilariously bad hair. Yet some of his fervent followers depict him incongruously as a "god-emperor".

Hitler had one testicle and a problem with flatulence. But he was held up as the ideal of Übermensch manhood by Nazis.

Fascists are highly patriarchal and misogynistic. So they feel a need to have leaders who exude stereotypical and toxic male behavior. And if those leaders don't quite fit the bill there are always fan art and mythological narratives. And when reality interferes with those narratives it is condemned as "fake news".

Hype is present in any campaign – that's politics. But it's a warning sign when a candidate is depicted as superhuman or being perfect despite very obvious flaws.

[cyphorical]

Support of Cult Leaders

@NanKnight23 I'll never understand how anyone could support Trump after all the evidence of Trump's crimes. @Mavrik9000 Because they are racist, sexist, or fascist, usually all three. @Merphul They don't care about immoral or illegal activities as long as it benefits them. @Bpositive9267 @Merphul  But he has NEVER done ANYTHING to benefit them. That’s what makes this so baffling. They can’t name one thing he has done for the regular working people. And yet they continue to die, go to prison, and lose their livelihoods for this big, orange baby. @Mavrik9000 @Bpositive9267  He benefits their psyche because they aspire to be like him. Their ideal fantasy world can only exist when people like him are in charge. They enjoy patriarchal hierarchies because that kind of structure allows them to dominate others whom they view as unlike them or not worthy of respect or equality. @JiveDadson Flat earth, young earth, virgin birth. Go figure.

[yesokayiknow]

also i was not expecting the regressive masculinity obsessed fascists to be trans inclusive but okay!

[emotional-moss]

not to be all reverse sexism and all but i dislike being a trans man sometimes, not because i’m not trans, but because mainstream expressions of masculinity and maleness are so toxic AND almost all queer communities i’ve been in are rampant with anti-masculinity stuff. and i don’t mind the occasional “i hate men” joke because, yeah, many men (especially cis men) are really fucking shitty. but sometimes it feels like it’s not a joke and that’s both dangerous and hurtful to believe that someone is inherently inferior, violent, or morally wrong because of their biology. idk, rubs me the wrong way is all

TERFS, transphobes, etc. do not interact with this post. you will be blocked.

[endwalkr]

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[chaosmenu]

ugh i have a migraine so im not doing great and im not gonna phrase this great. but everything post logans death has just been the kids' projections of how they imagined logan to be (roman imagining logan as a fascist military fatherg-d, shiv imagining him as a Good Guy Who Believed In The System And Was Flexible, kendall logan roy being a realist) since they were so so far removed from him. he kept everybody outside. and trying to become that image of him as a model for how they want their lives to go. and thats not like. New or interesting information. but. i cant think of anythijg more to say than that

[wwwyzzerdd420]

I want to be heard but I don't want to be screamed at

[opinion-haver]

i like forcemasculinization.

sometimes its done badly to the detriment of women. and its roots as the “counterpart to forcefem” doesn’t respect the historicity of transfem oppression. but forcefem having root in “against your will because being a woman is humiliating” (that’s the force part) functionally cant echo in forcemasc. (as a result forcemasc may not be a worthy inheritor of the prefix “force” but as it stands idk what you’d call the phenomenon otherwise.) i think reimagining masculinity that is not a fascist death cult is like, a worthy project to take on, and that the current forcemasc landscape being highly psychological and not unkind is a step in that direction thank you.

[trimmtrabbing]

roman crying was so fucking uncomfortable. i meeded to pause afterwards. too fucking real

[official-brennivin]

Srsly if your 'advocacy' for intersex ppl boils down to "TERFs attack them bc they're so obsessed with trans ppl it makes them confused" then it's not advocacy at all.

Acknowledge the fact that TERFs have been actively obsessed with intersex bodies for a long time, and that they see us as an abberation that needs to be destroyed. The world does not revolve around perisex trans people. TERFs are fascists with a focus on enforcing the false construct of binary sex and gender. They want genocide against us and always have, because anyone who wants to enforce this kind of thing has to want us dead from the get-go or they wouldn't care.

In my experience, TERFs have consistently dehumanised me, and have made earnest attempts to exclude me from both masculine and feminine spaces. It's happened to me far too much and it happens to a lot of intersex people. They hope to isolate and ostracise us from society.

Intersex ppl aren't some mythical and nebulous spectre that you just bring up occasionally to signal your virtue while refusing to actually consider our humanity or experiences. 50% of intersex ppl struggle with suicidal ideation. Fucking give a damn about us.

[transmutationisms]

genuinely kind of insane that there are people who think making a fascist character gay would be, like, softening the critique of fascism rather than advancing a critique of cult-of-masculinity homosexuality lol

[user211201]

Modulated

--- Original author: realhankmccoy ---

“I ain’t no motherfuckin’ redneck, you assholes! Don’t you fucking get it? I’ll never be ok with you being here and disrespecting our gay spaces!” I had shrieked and screamed, and I was being sassy as fuck. But they had darted me, so it was too late for me already. I had been one of the hottest little twinks in Colombia back then. I had such a tight little body, I was non-binary, and I was supportive of my local drag scene. I was absolutely into resisting these fucking fascists and their goddamn bullshit lifestyles, which I couldn’t stand.

That’s how I thought of it all back then, anyhow.

Man, that dart though, it had done its dirty work. I was writhing on the floor of the club, so I didn’t even get to witness the way it transformed me as I went into spasms. It was almost like having a seizure, but I could feel the muscle growing on me, and I could hear my shrieks and wails shift in pitch as I grew on into this whole new, far more masculine body.

I was getting to be built like a brick shithouse really fucking fast, and was taking on more of a mature look. Everywhere I was getting more muscle. I was splitting the seams of my jeans, and my underwear, and felt my back pressing up and splitting my tight pink t-shirt.

When I finally was able to sit up, I was in a daze. I had rendered my clothes asunder. I had bristles of hair all over my face, and the har on my head had grown longer, too, sort of flopping in my eyes. I was a mess.

And then the headache came. I was clutching the sides of my head and moaning, almost screaming in pain out loud, as my twinkish mind collapsed and got replaced by a growing part of me I didn’t even know existed. That part, my friends, is the motherfucking, take-charge redneck stud I am today.

My friends helped me get out of there, and I was still in transition. It takes a good seventy-two hours at least until you can fully collapse one of those weak-ass brains like the one I had before and until a more dominant, superior personality takes over like the one I was starting to get.

So yeah, like I said, I was a mess, and when my friends got me back to one of their apartments, I was still sporadically ranting about how dare those fascists do this to me, they’d never win, this was fucking awful. But as I heard myself talk, there was a growing part of me that was observing myself and thinking “so what? You sound like a raving lunatic. Look at this body! Damn, boy, just look at that muscle!”

Sleeping on it, man, that twink brain of mine must have collapsed even further. I woke up and I just wanted coffee with a splash of alcohol in it, so that’s what I got. Then I added two splashed. I had already stripped out of my shredded pink t-shirt, and my friends had some loose boxers that fit me, but I was just this naked, muscular stud in awe of his own body and trying to come to terms with who I was now.

I was seeing my friends with new eyes, too. They seemed anxious to me, weak, full of nervous, overly feminine motions, jittery, immature, skittish and mostly just kind of fucking annoying. “Those are your friends,” I’d remind myself. “This isn’t you who’s thinking this.”

But that growing part of me was thinking “This is you. This is all you, stud. You’re so much better than them. They don’t even know you’re thinking this, and if they only knew, they’d probably be terrified.” That thought made me want to laugh out loud, so I did.

“What are you laughing at?” one of them asked.

“Oh, nothing man, nothing,” I said, looking away and scratching my head. “These are your friends,” I told myself again, but I didn’t really seem to believe what I was trying to tell myself that morning. “So what if they’re your fucking friends,” my new mind was saying. “They’re fucking losers, man. Don’t let them drag you down. You ought to just get out of here.”

That morning, I was feeling just hornier and altogether more fucked up than I’d ever been. I was thinking, nah, this can’t be the new me. I’m no motherfucking redneck. I don’t think like them. But already I was feeling excited, having this body, having these different feelings, realising that I didn’t feel like such an evil guy like this, not like I thought I would, anyhow. All I wanted to do at that point in time, I felt like, was get the hell away from these people. I didn’t know to where. I borrowed some shoes and a t-shirt that was so tight it hurt, pleading that I had to get back to my apartment. It felt like the shoes would split, and the shirt was riding up on my belly, as I trotted back to my place.

I didn’t know what I was doing or what I was gonna do. When I got home, I felt thirsty, just wanting to drink a little, feeling like that would make this feel better, even though I told myself no, you have to compose yourself, you have to call people, you have to report this. Just one drink, I thought. It turned into shot after shot, and before I knew it, I was drunk, hard in my boxers, having kicked off the shoes and thrown that tight-ass shirt on the ground as soon.

Then I was beating off, and cumming, and the build-up to that orgasm, man, it flooded my brain with some real redneck juice. I wasn’t thinking of the type of guys I usually did. I was thinking about redneck studs, studs like myself, feeling the drool run down my chin as I beat off. As I came, shooting way up on my pecs, rubbing it in with my hand, I was whispering to myself, almost like a confession that I had yet to voice to anyone, “You hot fucking redneck. Holy fuck, you love this, don’t you. You’re a redneck now. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.”

The desire to live for working out and fucking was already growing in me.

Thoughts were just racing through my head then. I knew I didn’t want to be some lame-ass yuppie or some weak-ass queer, man. I felt this powerful attraction to the redneck scene, the working class scene, the country scene, the military scene, the jock scene, you name it, any scene were men were men instead of the glitter fairy I had been before. I couldn’t quite pin it all down at that point yet, but my thoughts were sure racing.

Can you picture me, getting drunk in my apartment, turned on at my own body and swirling thoughts? And then I started to really know, man. I started to know. There was no going back now. The guy I used to be was a loser. I didn’t want to be him anymore. I was pissed off that I ever even was him.

I walked barefoot into the bedroom, checking out his stuff in the drawers and on the walls. Almost none of it would even fit me anymore. His feminine attire and the way his shithole apartment was decorated disgusted me. It made me want to punch the wall, even, so I did that and it felt good. I saw the paint crack and the drywall cave in. This new body had power.

I screamed then, a roar of pure rage and exhilaration. I punched the wall again, and it felt so fucking good that soon I was ripping all his shit off the walls and throwing it in a corner, ripping that flouncy shit off the mattress and I didn’t stop, screaming the whole while, until the bedroom at least look bare bones enough to resemble something a man would want to sleep in. I’d be damned if I ever let that loser back into this mind.

There were a few flashes, sure, and man was he a crybaby as he went out, as well as one hell of an angry little prick. Lots of hatred in his heart. I’d just laugh and say, “Fuck you!” sometimes out loud as I felt that twink brain collapse forever.

And now, as far as I’m concerned, he’s gone man. No longer a part of me, thank God.

I was nervous at first, when I started trying to hang out with guys I thought I’d have a lot more in common with that my old friends. Would they accept me? I was pretty desperate for acceptance at that point. I starting hanging out at a diner that I knew a lot of them liked to frequent, classic diner that pre-dated even the 1950s, a real antique. But these sexy ass guys would show up there, and soon we got to talking over waffles and hash browns.

Soon I was telling them I was darted, and they were saying that was hot as fuck, wanting to hear the story. Soon I was telling it to them, my legs in the air, sweat dripping down my bearded chin, as I was getting fucked.

Months after that, I was almost fully integrated into the lifestyle, man, and soon I was the one doing more of the fucking, especially after I got these sweet-ass tattoos all over my right arm. Getting fully into it, the desire to be that all I could be as man, hell, it ran in my veins now. I was going to let those commies know that I was better than them in every single way imaginable, and I wanted to show it off. I still get hard just at the thought of that, demonstrating my own superiority in the most tangible – well, to them, intangible, because I don’t want them even fucking touching me – methods available to me.

Yeah boys, it meant war for me, just like it had when I was a stupid twink, only this time I was playing for the other side, and it was chess instead of checkers.

Of course, there’s a lot more to life than just that for me, namely having hot-ass sex with all sorts of country studs and military men, hell, being part of that whole network of strong and powerful men who worship and respect other guys who’ve worked for it. I feel like I’m serving my country and being a paragon of virtue for it even when my legs are slung over some guy’s bull neck and thick, rounded deltoids as he plows the fuck out of me with his long-ass rod.

I had never gotten fucked this good when I was a twink.

I do real work with myself now, a man’s work. I dress like a man, I eat like a man, and I live my life like a man. I’m fucking proud of it, too. I love who I am now, and relocated to the other side of town, too, where the action’s hotter and I have way more in common with most folks.

I am sure glad I’m a buff stud with a thick-ass chest these days, and I don’t ever go clean-shaven. Been really into guy’s pits lately, and getting them to flex for me so I can lick those. Yeah, shit, I’ve gotta stop, because here I’ve got a raging boner just telling you all about that right now. I swear I’m way more horny than I used to be. At least seventy-five percent of the time now, I’d bet, I’m a top these days.

I don’t really like bottom boys, either. Their mere existence tends to piss me off, to be honest, so when I do fuck them I tend to be an aggressive power top. A lot of the time I don’t even think of it that way, though. I just think of them as so weak that the same rules don’t even apply to them. Different rules, in a way, because they’re a different kind of guy than me. Much more like women, unable to control themselves, you know how they are. I used to be one of them, and I’m so glad I’m not anymore, that’s for fucking sure.

A lot of the time I prefer to just fool around with guys such as myself. I love topping another top, having to wrestle somebody for hours in a strength and dominance competition. Gets the blood flowing. I like somebody who puts up a fight. C’mon, son, do you have any idea how fucking fun that is for me now? To meet up and hook up with another guy who’s just as manly as I am? That’s the stuff I live for now. I’m ready to just fuck my life away with hot ass guys at this point.

So, yeah, I’m a top who loves to wrestle with other tops and see who can dominate. I must be pretty good at it if I swear I’m scoring a seventy-five percent these days, but that’s just because occasionally I throw in some twink losers. Yeah bud, even some of these leftists get thrown a bone by me every now and again. They need us, and I like them to know they need us. They wouldn’t know what to do without us.

One of these days, I might even check with one of my army friends and see if I can come along on a mission so that I can dart one of them myself. I think I’d laugh my ass off when my dart goes in his neck or his shoulder, wherever it his him. Just to see the look on his face, shit boy. That could turn a guy on just by imagining it, so one of these days I’ll have to make it legit.

Fuck if I care about the loser I once used to be or what I’m supposed to be doing with my life. My life is better now and that’s all that matters to me.

Hot-ass guys, man. That’s what I live for.