Why White Servitude Is Not The Answer To Extinction Revolution's Inability To Act As One

yes, white middle-class people *should* be subservient in any movement towards social justice, just like cis men should be subservient in any movement about gender and white people should be subservient in any movement about race (and climate justice is of course about both of those things, as well as disability, class, land rights, colonialism and everything else.) We don’t have the knowledge of what it is like to like at the sharp end of that oppression, and if we don’t deliberately adopt an attitude of service we will replicate the patterns of leadership and privilege which exist everywhere else in society and which exclude and alienate people.

have the time and the money: we do not have the knowledge What you're asserting is very problematic if taken at face value and needs further clarification I feel in order to enhance its ability to not be taken out of context easily.

I agree. The power the privileged possess ought to be fueling the change that has to happen. But employing that power under a banner of subservience is not the right forward in my mind. It feels totally misguided.

Expecting the consistently oppressed to know of the pathway that leads to their ultimate redemption is wishful thinking. To me, taking that path leads to only more impasses, frustrations and then stagnation. A point where the privileged have ticked off all the boxes of the things they need to do to be absolved of all blame, should things end up at this point again. But it's no way to go forward.

"Tell me, poor person, how exactly may I help you?"

"Just talk to me like a human being instead of a subject"

"Well, I have this purse of monies, which I am quite willing to give to you in order to affirm how much I value your existence. Will this in any way help?"

"Yeah, ok. I'll have some free money, yeah. Cheers."

I'm telling you, adopting an attitude of servitude will never work. Not only is it still terribly patronising, but your solution leads to the propagation of what it is itself. You need to do something much more fundamental than that to build the bridge that connects and fully assembles us. Go much much further. Something you're not willing you do yet, or even consider doing (I love the way things will stay at this point until you do do it! Like its some sort of puzzle with only one solution).

It's something white middle-class people are now desperately trying to find ways not to have to do. Offering their service and resources, even relinquishing all authority of the steering wheel of the narrative in order to not have to endure the internal conflicts and difficulties in accepting the working class as having equal worth. Your words on paper say that you accept us, but your demeanour speaks more convincingly.

Whites needing to be subservient as a solution becomes the thing which is then echoed into the future, leading to its own eventual crises. Turning yourself into a servant, is the best way to hold your hands up in order to avoid having to looking within yourself to find the problem and write the solution.

The solution is always for your actions to contain the essence of the vision of the happy ending. The end itself, and never the means to get there. It's the only way one can overwrite the present with the thing one wishes to see continue into the future.

The Desperation of Commercial Porn in 2019

Something I've noticed for a long time in porn which has become more obvious recently is how in classic porn there was less of the user/used dynamic. If a man or a woman was giving head, there was less inclination for the pleasuree to hold the pleasurer's head in place and apply more forceful guidance. The pleasurer had a freer role and was less constrained in what they ought to do. They possessed greater ownership over their performance as well as the aesthetics of their body while enjoying sex. Ideally, both parties should simultaneously be pleasurer and pleasuree. There ought to be no distinction at all. But this growing divide in porn, in a way now reflects the world at large right now, and reflects the deeply unfair and unequal divide. I think good feminist porn aims to reaffirm and demonstrate in a way that is self-evidently true, the fact that equality of power for both parties during the act of sex is the most desirable configuration.

Some of the more aggressive commercial porn hetero porn I've watched recently has taken a disturbing twist I think. Going beyond the woman's function of simply being an obedient fucking or sucking device, she now has the additional challenge placed upon her of having to perform her duties with a balletic grace, making aesthetically pleasing for the viewer, the male porn stars sudden whims and changes in his carnal urges. From fucking her mouth while perched uncomfortably upside down to being spun around resuming her duties sucking on her knees while jacking off two other cavemen who were waiting patiently on the sidelines but now want in on the action. This new additional pressure placed upon the woman to make these immediate and violent transitions more natural looking or at the very least, less clunky I feel is very unhealthy as it is the woman's responsibility to ameliorate the impression that violence is taking place. Hetero men have never had it so good, if that's the kind of scenario that gets you. Interestingly there are women, who it seems, absolutely love being degraded and treated as sexual objects, their humanity during their ordeal becoming a faint memory from a former life.

I don't know enough about sex, but I have been making notes on how the symbolic acts in porn have been gradually morphing over the years. For guys who see women through a reductionist lens i.e. see woman in terms of the part of them they will end up coming in (mouth, ass, pussy, tits etc), I feel like aspects of foreplay and arousal that don't directly involve pleasure will either seem pointless or unnecessary to them. Acts through the language of touch that symbolise what is to come or what might be possible with their lover, what their partner might be willing to do with them, are all too subtle for these brutes to pick up on. They need concrete, unequivocal signals of what will be taking place soon. I think it's possible that this new age of men feeling the pressures of obtaining clear consent may feed into this absolutist stance to some degree, but I'm not sure. Part of me feels like the tireless sex performing neanderthals from our current porn world are incapable of romance, because for me, romance is based on wanting something we don't yet have and we maximise the sensitivity to our desires and wishes being reciprocated whenever potentially reaffirming signals are detected. This can also work the other way round and involve us investing inordinate levels of vain hope and optimism into the chances of our transmitted signs and cues projected into the ether of our beloved being gladly received.

I think it's a lovely phenomenon the way a sex starved individual will declare they would drink the dirty bath water of their beloved, or masturbate with a deep carnal yearning over an empty can of coke their beloved's lips had once been sipping from. When there is a profound lack of what one truly desires then the brain/heart amplifies any incoming signals that indicates our wishes may soon be fulfilled. So it's interesting when I watch 80's pornstars like the slightly built but egregiously well hung John Holmes come, allowing lustful feelings swell up inside of him and take over his person before being engulfed by a powerful tide of erotic pleasure, opening his floodgates and letting his cum gush wherever he happens he is. Compared to the uber-hench pornstars of today who are devoid of any narrative in the story of how they fuck. They start at the end and turn the act of sex into an endurance challenge for themselves as well as for the woman they subject. Sex for hetero women in commercial porn more and more resembles a test of their inner strength and will power, an arduous trial they are determined not to succumb to. So it comes as no surprise that invariably these men end up having to jack themselves off at the end of the shoot in order to finally jizz, their own hand proving only thing they are unable to resist the orgasmic persuasions of. The narcissistic homos!! Hahaha!!

The Magic of Spelling

Reading a good story can be a magical experience. Not only in the way they can make us feel, but in the wizard-esque magic spell sense - in that they can have a powerful effect upon matter itself if cast correctly. Like the transformative effect upon depression hearing a talking cure can have or the instant lighting up of synapses in the brain the news of winning the lottery produces. If spells can have a direct effect upon the material world if cast correctly, and stories have the potential to be magical, then not been able to spell properly means not being able to release the magic in your story because it contains errors.