Too Tired For Rape!

A Voyeur’s Guide to Romance Novels and Romance News

I’d like to confirm whether what I am seeing in Rorschach reality is real, or whether I am suffering from a romance-o-graphic delusion of female porn. We all know the evils of pornography, objectifying the fem-sale body, copulating an attitude towards “wholly mother whatever”, yada, yada. We all know it leads to imposing fetish equestrian sex and the evils of chocolate and peanut butter for women allergic to peanuts and addicted to chocolate. Fair enough, I gave up equestrian sex when I realized she couldn’t jump the footboard and there’s no way I could tolerate the loss of points when she bungles the headboard. So I hung up my spurs, soaped my saddle and put it into storage.  After all, with advances in technology and genetics, why can’t I get a car with tits? Why do they keep teasing me with the promise? I mean really, what do I need her for?  I have a conscience, and it likes me.

Why do I need nagging guilt in stereo?

Remember when tabloid news was only available at the grocery store checkout, two headed chickens, alien sex and the love forlorn movie stars screwing and suing? For those that never caught on, it was a handy way of promoting a career that really wasn’t news worthy. Gee, I wonder if it was all just staged for self-promotion? It also gave a little something to titillate the bored housewives that were more interested in the equality of arousal. Jerry Springer came along and taught us all the value of,  well nothing really, just more titillation. I always figured it was the female version of WWF. Categorized by emotional weight class, confused and insensitive welterweights, passive aggressive lightweights, obnoxious; self-serving middle weights, abusive and narcissistic heavyweights. You know, then you go on to the men’s division, folding chairs and cages.

Apparently some people took this crap seriously and next thing you know bookstands are flooded with shake and bake reality and fashion sensitive victim-ology. I just wish they could make up my mind. Do I read self-help books or take self-help drugs? No psycho-pharma-therapist worth an ounce of confusion would ever recommend both; it’s to bloody dangerous. Besides, you can’t get in touch with the real you while you’re out of touch on prescription drugs. That’s like getting aroused for not being aroused, which, by the way, does happen later in life through simple biology – and it’s free.

Now we have all the news that’s fit to arouse and we square off into special interest groups that are better described by the twisted fetishes they are. Post-menopausal bureaucrats empowering pre-menstrual post modernists against patriarchal Episcopalians to establish a bold new defrock-racy.

Go ahead, read it again. It’s not as funny as you think.

This stuff doesn’t come cheap. Remember your tax arrears? While following the arousal story surrounding Julian Assange, I couldn’t help but laugh while listening to Naomi Wolfe and Jaclyn Friedman describe the lurid details, like they were reading from the romance novel “The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty”. I think we need to change zero tolerance to zero arousal, and I’m referring to mine.

Friedman went on to explain that sex without enthusiasm from both (or all) must be rape and no one can be enthusiastic about aggressive sex. Of course Naomi Wolfe suggested such a model may criminalise a large part of the population. She’s right, I don’t want to be arrested for being aggressively unenthusiastic, but I think I need documentation just to be safe. Anyone got a coitus contract?

To objectify or not to objectify, that is the accusation. Again, male porn may well objectify the female form, but so does male biology; a curve of the hip, a tone of skin, foundation lines sensually following the curve of the jaw, the scent of bottled yesterdays.

Makes you want to rip off that cosmetic mask, hose her down with pine sol and procreate, doesn’t it?

It’s a chicken and egg thing. Which came first the cosmetics or the porn? I’ll have to ask Cleopatra about that one. There is, however, another form of objectification media that to my knowledge really isn’t appreciated for it’s true value or recognized as the very special porn that it represents.

Romance Novels.

When you stop and think about it this is the kind of stuff that goes beyond objectifying an individual. This stuff objectifies reality entirely. Male porn for the most part is pretty boring; scrump ’em and hump ’em with close ups and a money shot or six. Let’s face it foreplay in male porn is really four playing. But romance novels? Now that’s arousal! Long, tingly, sweaty heat, building with every flip of the page. C’mon, this stuff is the original “Dungeons and Dildo’s,” I mean Dragons, of sexual game play.

Somewhat of a startling addendum to this coitus cooing is a team researching Harlequin Romance novels. They determined that sales may be driven by a repetitious theme of sexual assault. They went on to ask if these themes may be influencing women’s perception of sexual assault. One term I found entertaining was “Romance Novels, a manual to live by.”  Here’s a little quote from a woman that was introduced to romance porn as a preteen reading from her grandmother’s side table.

“Everyone in a Harlequin novel is successful and beautiful. The men have chiselled bodies and strong faces. The women have lush hair and lips sitting atop their toned, yet curvy physiques. It is an amazing world of perfection to delve into for a reality break. This is appealing, certainly. Harlequin has made a name for itself and has established a worldwide following for generations. The decadence, the lust, the love, the fantasy it’s all right there between the …covers.”

Now do you think this just might explain the difference between Mr. Right and Mr. Right Now?  Aren’t we all just holding out for the perfect airbrushed partner to take us away to orgasm land, where those who come never leave?  Knudge, knudge, wink, wink, say no more. After all anything less would be settling wouldn’t it? Curious to me when settling or not, how do you fulfill that dream in your mind without objectifying your own self-worth and yourself?

Everything in life that follows is a monetized process to acquire the objects on your list. Your heart holds the inventory, your mind sets the price and the checkout is between your legs. This to me explains why so very few woman lust for a man, but rather lust for the architecture of romance and their own pleasures. It is the titillation of self-perception and self-worth. Transactional love becomes the contract of intimacy and the jinx of fulfillment. These are women who truly have nothing to offer a man. They perceive men as an expense against the acquisition of material icons that represent the very architecture of their objectified romance. They are walking pathologies thirsting for blood to sacrifice at the altar of their self-worth. It is pornographic in nature and more so in execution.

In my mind the point behind not objectifying someone or anyone is to engage them in a process that is mutually shared and experienced. We are ever striving toward a cognition of equality to support a wilful co-operation in circumnavigating events that would otherwise oppose the outcome of a similar or shared determination.

It is the case in an artificial construct that is represented by our societies and cultures that we become the elements of our own supportive ecosphere. By achieving equal participation, a synchronicity of experience is achieved that we refer to as intimacy. The cognitive definition and exchange of experiential information and insight self-actualises an ever changing definition of self-worth, or not.

There is a thousand ways to express this and 999 of them may be more insightful than the way I have chosen. Objectifying a woman’s body is a common attack mounted against men and their expression of sexuality. Unfortunately objectification is not gender specific. My personal opinion is that it is closely linked to how we experience self-worth. Self-worth is a guarded tabernacle in our psyche and much of our time is dedicated to ritual offerings on that altar.

Much conjecture has surrounded the question as to why men have been silent during the processes that have reshaped our culture and our consciousness over the last fifty years. I would suggest that in fact men have been silent for many hundreds of years, languishing in a crucible of subjective and romanticized servitude, objectified by a collective dream, and a hollow promise. Many have awakened in a dry desert of hope and they thirst. Look to the horizon brothers, it is there where we must go.

We have effectively reduced ourselves to the mundane expression of grandiose ideologies that disembody the reference to our own experience of existence. Exchanging a political premise to police the unqualified and redirect their attentions to an undefined destination. We are deemed to be no longer worthy to share in the determination of direction, the distinction of the destination or the duration of the distance and yet we plod on…………….With our porn, fully aroused and reaching for more.

I’ve tried to avoid citations here I thought they might contribute to an anti-climax, if you know what I mean.  Truth is this topic is still festering in feminist foreplay, (say no more) and they are loath to address it until it is appropriately propagandized. But if it’s raw entertainment you’re after, or the blush of bawdy babes, just Google Harlequin Romance Novels and their effect on Sexual Assault and Rape. Don’t forget to use some Kleenex …you know, for the tears. (say no more!)

About J Galt

John is a father, writer, social commentator and mentor to young men. He is a regular contributor to A Voice for men focusing mainly on gender politics and pervasive social illusions.

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  • Carlos

    Somewhat off-topic but I just had dinner at French restaurant and recommend everyone try crab quiche accented with salty-sweet crab meat, fresh herbs and two cheeses in a creamy rape culture sauce.

    I was, myself, feeling too tired for rape, but now I’m ready to exercise some more power and control.

    • keith

      Don’t forget…….if it is aggressive in any way you will need that coitus contract.

      Remove your clothes slowly, so there’s no impression of concealed weapons!

      • http://avoiceformen.com Paul Elam

        The penis IS a weapon, and there is no way to conceal it unless you are an MRA and therefore have a tiny one.

        • http://avoiceformen.com Paul Elam

          BTW, love this piece, Keith.

          • keith

            I don’t think the fems are liking it too much.

          • http://avoiceformen.com Paul Elam

            Imagine my concern.

        • keith

          Thats why I never declared I was an MRA, I just didn’t want to be Konnelled. Then I’d have to spell my name with a “c”. Ha Ha

        • Dusty

          Well, you can conceal it in your mom’s basement. 😯

          • keith

            Yes you can but it’s awfully embarrassing when you realize your mother is over there doing the laundry!!

    • 4thtroika

      You actually had me salivating there.

  • http://versifier59.wordpress.com Captain DaPoet

    Keith I wrote the following essay back in 2008 as a result of Glenn Sacks habit of censoring comments about the looks of the feminists spewing out the lies about the male gender. Yes women do indeed enjoy reading female porn and rape fantasies known as romance novels while it is mainly the female losers in the genetic lottery who have promoted feminism as a form of revenge on both the female genetic lottery winners and the men who rejected them as potential mates and partners. {Its called divide and conquer}This is why our laws in regards to rape are so intentionally screwed up today and why just looking at a female can garner a charge of sexual harassment and visual rape. Even as these same females spend hours reading fantasy novels in which the heroine is tamed by her male lover by what would be called rape in the real world.

    Losers in the Genetic Lottery

    While I have never been in the habit of making derogatory comments about the looks of the feminist to whose comments I’m taking the time to respond too as I unmask her bigotry and shoot her down. However over the years I couldn’t help but notice just how physically ugly and sexually unattractive the vast majority of feminists appear to be all of whom seem absolutely unwilling to do anything to make themselves look better to the rest of the world.

    Over the years I’ve also noticed how some women who weren’t born as genetic celebrities yet seem to have a radiant glow about themselves that attract others to them because on the inside they have cultivated the inner beauty of a sweet and kind spirit. While on the other hand I’ve seen genetic celebrities who were at one time drop dead gorgeous in time become as ugly as old wrinkled dead leaves strewn about on the ground during the fall and winter seasons. Because they relied on their outer beauty to get what they wanted and failed to cultivate the inner beauty of a kind and sweet disposition; so that when their physical beauty faded as they aged all they had left was the inner ugliness they’d intentionally cultivated which in the end came out for all to see and despise.

    Back when Debra Lafave was accused of breaking her probation the two female prosecutors who were the most ardent in their verbal attacks on Ms. Lafave; both of whom insisted that the judge overseeing Debra’s case should sentence her to a jail sentence on the CNN show that I watched. Were (just like many of the well known leaders within the women’s movement) two of the most ugly and sexually unattractive women that I have ever had the displeasure of watching and listening too on television. Indeed I would have been extremely surprised if either of these losers were involved in an intimate relationship much less had been out on a date in years.

    It seems to me that those physically ugly and sexually unattractive females who became the leaders within the women’s rights movement did so out of jealousy of the genetic celebrities who unlike them never lacked for a date and were generally treated much better in life simply because of the natural womanly beauty they were blessed with in the womb. So that the only way these radical feminists could strike back and hurt their feminine competitors and the males who rejected them because of their lack of womanly beauty. Was to formulate an ideology of hatred towards the male gender and make the average female think that she was the hapless and innocent victim of the evil men in her life. In this manner the feminists would extract their revenge on both their feminine competitors and their male counterparts by convincing them to destroy their own marriages and the men in their lives within the family court system. They have also sought through the legal system and have succeeded in making engaging within an intimate relationship with a female so risky that any man who dares to date, marry or so much as interact with a female whether in public or private has to be considered at best a naive masochist or at worst insane.

    At some point in their lives many of those females who are rejected because they are ugly and sexually unattractive eventually become so angry that they decide that they will never marry. They then decide to spend the rest of their lives trying to convince themselves and others that nothing is wrong with them and that their situation is someone else’s fault by falsely claiming that marriage to a man is a form of slavery that they will never entertain the thought of committing too.

    • keith

      It’s interesting how politics can emanate from the skin, how close the inside is to the outside. I remember thinking and feeling my first wife was incredibly beautiful, today I see the humanity she wears, scarred by years of hostility. Not so attractive.

  • rebtus

    Your flowing style of writing is spellbinding. Maybe you could write a best seller like “The Bridges of Madison County” which caused bored housewives to dream of adultery.
    But beware. There’s poetic justice and the author fell in love with 20 some years younger “handyman” girl working for him and it broke up his marriage. Link.

    FOLKS IN ALPINE, A WEST TEXAS town of 6,200, were of two minds when they got wind of the fact that their most famous neighbor, 58-year-old novelist Robert James Waller, had pretty, blonde Linda Bow, 34, working as landscaper and handyman on the 1,200-acre Firelight Ranch he shared with wife Georgia and daughter Rachel. One local recalls, “The men were saying, ‘He’s riding around the ranch all day with his gardener? Yeah, right.’ “

    • keith


      Hey I’m old single and sell-a-butt. The only thing that could break-up is me.

      Although equestrian sex would give that old saddle new life!

      Glad you liked it.

  • Stu

    Yes it’s funny how feminists always accuse MRAs and other anti feminists of having small dicks or being gay, when in actual fact, most gays support feminism, and most manginas have small dicks, or the mental equal of having a small dick, total lack of confidence and insecurity about their ability to sexuall attract women. That is the primary reason that they are manginas, they are compensating for their own fears of being undesirable to women, regardless of dick size.

    • Kimski

      Might as well introduce one self with: “Hello!-I have a small dick, live in mom’s basement and can’t get laid.”

      Disarms them right away..

      • Kimski

        Great piece, Keith.
        I just had to read it a couple of times, and it’s still a great piece.

  • Izzey

    I’ve tried to avoid citations here I thought they might contribute to an anti-climax, if you know what I mean.

    Climax intact.

    Keith, you are a kick-ass writer. Damn fine piece of work. It has it all, and I’m not going to admit how many times I’ve read it.

    I have never read a Harlequin Romance. (How on earth did they sneak past my curriculum?) lol

    I would suggest that in fact men have been silent for many hundreds of years, languishing in a crucible of subjective and romanticized servitude, objectified by a collective dream, and a hollow promise. Many have awakened in a dry desert of hope and they thirst.

    That right there, is no inkblot. Its imagery, and stark reality … shamefully crystal clear.

    Outstanding article.
    There’s no finer sword, than the pen.


    • keith

      Thanks Izzey, I often hope that between humor and imagery, the piece contributes to reflection. I won’t admit how many times I’ve read it either.
      I laugh my ass off every time.


  • Giselle

    The Penis is my favorite Gun.

    • keith


  • rebtus

    You got me with “sell-a-butt” idiom. Had to Google it. Maybe I could detect regional dialect. No luck. Does this expression imply it about selling a car?

    • keith


      “After all, with advances in technology and genetics, why can’t I get a car with tits? Why do they keep teasing me with the promise?”

      Nice link….with silicone like that who needs airbags? Hold on while I crash into something else!! Ha Ha Ha

      Every guy would get out of the car with a mohawk!!

    • Carlos

      sell-a-butt is a play on words for celibate.

  • Tim

    “Keith”. Haven’t seen you before but methinks you have a talent.

    Joyce Carol Oates’s, “Rape: A Love Story”…LMAO. Ok, I don’t care who ya’re but that there is funny.

  • Philip

    Thanks Keith for reminding me of my late grandmother bringing boxes full of her Mills n boons romance novels to my mom, yuck. I tryed reading one, must have been 9years old at the time and ever since i called romance ‘female porn’. My little sisters were lapping it up too, book after book after book, way too young for that garbage.

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  • Snark

    Uh oh


    More folks who don’t ‘get it.’

    The guys commenting are not aware of the difference between Men’s Studies and Male Studies.

    I.e. they have not even done their background reading (of which plenty has been written, by Paul) and proceed to make erroneous assumptions about what Male Studies is.

  • http://truthjusticeca.wordpress.com/ Denis

    Keith I enjoy your writing, you are great philosopher. I read slowly and absorb every word in it’s context.

    OT: Uncle Tom grows a pair!


    • keith

      I’ll be over there later today!!!!

      • http://avoiceformen.com Paul Elam

        Good. I just posted there as well. I hope other MRA’s will follow suit. We have been quick (and dead on correct) to challenge the misandry that rises up in these websites.

        I hope we are just as quick to support them when they get it right.

    • John A

      I see you have been having fun at GMP. I added a couple myself.

  • James S

    Ehhh…vaginal politics giftwrapped in “neatly composed writing”. Such horseshit.

  • aharon

    We must ban all romance novels since some sexualized passages create visuals that objectify men.

  • http://thedamnedoldeman.com TDOM

    Pernicious pornographic prophesy penned by powerful political potentates presently residing in perfect pinnacles and keeping prolific prostitutes while providing proper programming and pillorying pedantic professionals upon pedestallic pillars of propriety and piousness approaching productive proficiency progressing poetically towards papal possibilities, probably plundered and pillaged, not protected, practiced, or preferred.

    Ok, after reading that I just had to say it. I don’t know why. I just did. Love the article.


    • Alphabeta Supe

      A literate alliterate, literally.

      • http://thedamnedoldeman.com TDOM

        You’ve got the right idea. If you want the rest of the poem, it will appear on my site on President’s Day.


  • thomas mac

    what happened to the femgina page??? I LOVED THAT PAGE!!!!!

  • thomas mac

    oh how i would love to throw one of these idiots out a 10 story window.

    • http://truthjusticeca.wordpress.com/ Denis

      DO NOT discuss homicidal ideations of violence.

    • http://avoiceformen.com Paul Elam

      Sorry, but a first and last warning here. Assuming your statement is figurative, you needed to make that clear.

      This website is not a place for any inference of violence for any reason.

  • aharon

    Women are as unrealistic as little children. Women complain about men’s attitudes toward’s women who are middle age and older. Women complain about the younger men in their 20s and 30s wondering where have all the good men gone. All those born 1980 and sooner have gone through a feminist-dominated indoctrination process that owned the cultural institutions and these younger guys are on the path to being targeted for more male-hate than even us older guys.

    The really only funny best part to this is that women are now more miserable than ever! Oh, I guess it is a good thing too that somehow despite all the misandry men are now reporting being more fulfilled and happier than ever. Life without submission to being domesticated is nice, isn’t it?

  • John A

    Great article again Keith.

    I’m sure you have a chiselled figure too, just not chiselled by Michelangelo 😉

  • mideonphish

    Excellent Article,

    We’ll need to cultivate more writers with this level of ability, that is if we want
    to make any real headway against the mass blindness and idiocy peddled by
    the feminists and mass media outlets these days.

    My thanks to the author for a high quality piece of writing!

    • John A

      Quality and quantity, practice makes perfect as they say. Encouraging different voices makes us stronger.

      Credit to Paul, Keith and the others.

      • mideonphish


        When you hear the same few voices repeatedly, its easy to tune them out.
        When those voices are different yet many in number, suddenly the option of tuning them out no longer works.

        Thus they’ll eventually be forced to listen.

  • scatmaster

    Did you notice when things got a little hot for the femmiroids and their manginas they called for a moderator.

    • keith

      Yes absolutely pathetic, but there’s no “primary commenting” policy.

  • Nergal

    Nice article. Now let’s get down to some good old-fashioned raping. Ten points if you dangle dollar bills in front of an impoverished 3rd world woman’s nose and flaunt your white upper class male privilege before you impale her on your rape dagger.

    Oh yeah,nothing makes you feel more manly than a 14-hour rape marathon.