Li’l Asian, Tight Puss

Comment of the Week winner is Pill, with this compare and contrast of sex with a tightbody waifu and sex with a fatbody average american woman.

In my limited experience. My first bang was a chubby girl. Great curves, tits, hips. But she just had too much weight. And a belly at times almost looked egg like and pregnant. Her Vaj was average tightness for me. Nothing special. NEVER CAME while fucking her. I used condoms, but still. Never came in out 5 month relationship.

Had sex recently with an asian girl. Much better body, lanky with subtle curves. Nice butt. Zero tits. But her pussy was Tight. It hurt her just a little getting it in. (using condoms). 1st time fuck, never came. 2nd time, (changed to bigger condom that didnt constrict as much). First time ever I came while fucking a girl. Blew my load while inside her. Felt goodman.

Moral of story, looks matter. Condom matters (probably better feeling without one, duh) Tightness matters.

First girlfriend when she was on top. All I could feel was her weight crushing down on my pelvis, and I swear I forgot I even had a dick. I couldnt feel anything and would go limp. Lil, asian tight puss. Bouncin on me, and can feel every stroke squeeze my shaft.

I laughed very hard when I read this comment. Should I have? I feel shame that I was so easily amused, but this comment hit the G spot in my funny bone, ymmv.

By the by, if you can’t come with a girl after five months of sexing her, it’s time to abort emission.

Chicks Dig Niceguys…Underneath The Jerkboys

“But I’m ALL Milhouse!”

Sorry, Milhouse, chicks don’t really want niceguys. They want jerks they can pretend are niceguys underneath. Allow me to introduce you to the female rationalization hamster:

52 Genes Linked To Human Intelligence

Story. It won’t be long before genes linked to race differences in behavior and intelligence are identified.

Are equalist shitlibs feeling like this:

or more like this?:

Bonus shitlib cogdis BTFO: Our common chimp ancestor may have been from Europe rather than from Africa.

Mongrel Nation

The anti-White miscegenation propaganda pushed by Pedowood, marketing departments, ad agencies, and Globohomo, Inc appears to have had an impact on Americans’ mate choices. I have noted recently that I’ve observed an uptick in mixed couples in both red and blue towns. The numbers coming from Pew Research vindicate the focus of my eagle eye.

More and more Americans are marrying people of different races and ethnicities, reaching at least 1 in 6 newlyweds in 2015, the highest proportion in American history, according to a new study released Thursday. Currently, there are 11 million people—or 1 out of 10 married people—in the United States with a spouse of a different race or ethnicity, according to a Pew Research Center analysis of US Census Bureau data. This is a big jump from 50 years ago, when the Supreme Court ruled interracial marriage was legal throughout the United States. That year, only 3% of newlyweds were intermarried, meaning they had a spouse of a different race or ethnicity. In 2015, 17% of newlyweds were intermarried.

“There’s much greater racial tolerance in the United States, with attitudes having changed in a way where it’s much more positive toward interracial marriage,” Daniel T. Lichter, [ed: ((()))?] director of the Institute for the Social Sciences at Cornell University, tells the AP. “But I think that a greater reason is the growing diversity of the population. There are just more demographic opportunities for people to marry someone of another race or ethnicity.” Researchers say Asian-Americans were most likely to intermarry in 2015, with 29% of newlywed Asians married to someone of a different race or ethnicity, followed by Hispanics at 27%, blacks at 18%, and whites at 11%.

Don’t get too excited about that relatively lower outmarriage rate among Whites, because the absolute size of the US White population means that Whites will have a lower outmarriage rate compared to nonWhites who are (for now) demographic minorities. If there are 10 marriageable asians and 100 marriageable Whites and three couples are asian-white mixes, then that means a 30% outmarriage rate for asians but only a 3% outmarriage rate for Whites.

A few thoughts:

I’m not surprised asian-Americans outmarry at the highest rate (and I presume most of those marriages are asian women to White men). Culturally and educationally, and probably genetically, there’s less distance between asians and Whites than there is between blacks and Whites. Asian women love White men (OkCupid data revealed that asian women respond at a higher rate to White men than they do to asian men).

Asian women are also, on average, thinner than their White female counterparts, and I can’t impress upon women enough that men, especially high value White men, really HATE HATE HATE the thought of sex with a fat chick. The obesity epidemic is pushing a lot of White men away from White women and into the yellow fever swamps.

The de-masculinization of White men and de-feminization of White women are two trends accelerating the outmarriage of White men to asian women. White nerds who get nowhere with White women will find a more receptive audience among asian women, whose own men are uber-nerds in comparison. If a White nerd wants to feel like Adonis (or any Gentile God Hero), he’ll hitch himself to an asian woman.

“Asian” is a broad category. Are ching-chongs, kimchees, and nips the predominant outmarriage culprits, or is it the flips, gooks, and pakis? Clarity in all things.

“Race or ethnicity” is also a broad category. If interethnic marriages are included in the total outmarriage rates, then that would sweep up all the intermarrying White ethnics — Poles with Dutch, Irish with Germans, English with Italians, etc — which is to say the least a very misleading lump-stat intended to demoralize Whites into believing there’s been a massive uptick in Whites marrying nonWhites. As a commenter at the linked article put it,

Hmmmm … so does this mean that the marriage between my wife, a Scottish-German-Irish American, and me, a Franco-Italian American, is counted as a “marriage between different races or ethnicities”? If so, then I think your “1 in 6” statistic is ridiculous, because it has nothing to do with race. In particular, Americans have been marrying across ethnic lines for generations. Virtually everyone in my family has married someone of a different ethnicity since the 1940s. I therefore find it extremely hard to believe that marriage rates across ethnic lines in America have increased much in the past 50 years, since they were already high 50 years ago. That said, if what you really meant to say is that marriages across racial lines have increased greatly in America and are now 1 in 6, that fact would be significant. So did you mean that 1 in 6 American marriages now cross “racial” lines? Or just that they cross “racial or ethnic” lines? And if the former, why didn’t you simply say so? And if the latter, why report this at all, since it’s not news?

FYI, a big reason “White nationalism” is more salient in the US is precisely because of all the marriage across White ethnic lines over the generations, which has literally decreased the genetic distance (and therefore the cultural distance) between American Whites. Paging MPC…

Diversitopia™ may influence outmarriage rates (the argument being essentially, options = instability), but I wonder about that. The pre-Civil War black percentage of the US population was higher than it is now, but outmarriage between whites and blacks was virtually nonexistent then. However, a “raw numbers” argument for Diversity itself boosting outmarriage may apply if the racial minorities are closer to the White gene/culture norm. The huge influx of invader hispanics in the past thirty years must have been accompanied by a concomitant rise in hispanic-white couplings.

There are hispanics and there are “white hispanics” (aka diaspora Spaniards). I’d bet a lot of the hispanic outmarriage is with blacks, and the outmarriages with Whites are to phenotypically European Spanish-speakers. Few White men not named ¡Jeb! Bush are hitching themselves to squatemalans.

NOWSS (no one wants soul sisters).

Readers have asked, “tell us how you really feel about miscengenation?”. At the individual level, if deep love is truly the motivating principle, then godspeed to those mongrels. But even those lovebirds should know that they are putting their families through a lot of silent pain, and they might flinch a little inwardly if they gave serious thought to the disruption of their genetic and phentoypic lineage if they had kids. Aesthetic continuity matters; mongrelization destroys in one fell splooge thousands of years of evolutionary refinement.

That aside, my real beef is with the miscegenation propaganda pushers. Let love flower where it may, but for all that is holy don’t brainwash people into thinking mongrel love is any kind of special love that deserves glorification, pumped 24/7 into the eyeballs and eardrums of goyische kop who still cling bitterly to the quaint notions that one is ideally attracted to the opposite sex from one’s own race and that having kids who look like oneself is a normal and natural preference. Race-mixing agitprop that sublimates the propagandist’s subconscious genocidal urge is distilled evil, in my opinion.

White interethnic mixing that has occurred since the mid 1800s in America is not the same beast as modern mogrelization imposed on us by open borders third world enrichment. An Englishman and a German are distinct White ethnicities up until their respective gene streams, so unique to the sharp-eyed observer when meandering side by side, collide at the Dirt World delta and a vast muddy effluvium obliterates the sparkling European waters.

The Beauty-Boning Intimacy Correlation

Reader mendo earned himself an honorary Chateau post with this gem of a comment in which he explains his “beauty-boning correlation” categories of varying intimacy.

Reminds me of a recent categorization I’ve been developing in regards to rating a women’s face.

Beautiful–making out whilst boning her

Pretty–looking at her whilst boning

Okay–looking at the boning

It’s hardcore cuz it’s true.

Okay-looking chicks get the “straight to doggy style” treatment and a denouement hastened by staring intently at the insertion point. Pretty chicks get missionary and eye contact, and a perfunctory effort to engage the cum-stumping kegels. Beautiful babes get a marathon lovemaking session afforded by a pre-date rub-out to take the edge off, deep passionate kissing, eye contact so profound that the iris juices commingle, and intimacy that makes it feel like you’re jizzing straight into her heart.

Related: Hotter women = better sex. And SCIENCE! agrees.

Swollen Genitals Man

In a neighborhood I once occupied, I used to see a man — an avatar of vibrancy — around town who was “suffering” from some kind of medical condition that caused his genitals to swell to immense proportion. Elephantitis of the nuts, although his entire package, beans plus frank, was uniformly yuge so maybe he hit the jackpot and got pachyderma of the penis too. Anyhow, this guy would stroll happily and confidently from cafe to cafe and bar to bar, on sunny days and sultry nights alike, chatting up random girls with the biggest shit-eating grin imaginable, his old man pleated pants stretched to smoothness by the extraordinary bulge that traveled the length of his thigh and bubbled like an active caldera at least a foot outwardly. A truly swole gentleman, his eighth wonder of the world could easily have been mistaken for a basketball stuffed down his pants.

For an astute observer of human nature such as yours unduly, the reactions of the girls were primetime entertainment. Swollen Genitals Man made no effort to hide or otherwise minimize the assault of his bursting crotch into the personal spaces of the girls he approached. He’d even put his hands on his hips and ever-so-subtly sway his King Dong pelvic region in a hypnotic figure eight.

I say hypnotic, because from the looks of them the girls couldn’t tear their eyes away. I can recall not one girl who turned away disgusted or promptly waved him off. Some smiled, some giggled, and some bantered with him, but all of them stared at that super sack like it was a T-bone to a hungry doge.

I wouldn’t say this is ideal Game, because I doubt he actually bedded any of these girls, but it was an object lesson in how fascinated girls are by a man’s impudent, remorseless, intrusive sexuality, because they hardly ever experience it surrounded by neutered corporate manginas.

PS One time SGM approached a mixed table from a bad angle, resulting in a hilarious awkwardness when his pride and joy nearly grazed the cheek of one of the men sitting at the table. The man jerked his face toward SGM and almost took every pound of that junkernaut in his mouth. The unfortunate victim was, physiognomically, a shitlib male. Another man at the table sitting about five feet away was, physiognomically, a shitlord. CH readers can guess how each man reacted to the scene as it unzippered (hint: their reactions were what you’d expect).

PPS Open borders and mass third world invasion means grotesque exotic diseases coming to a neighborhood near you!

The Assumed Alpha

Circumstances permitted me to overhear and oversee an awkward one-way conversation between four men, or rather between one man and three men. The three men were co-workers and friends (easy to tell by their comfortable banter) and all were cis-chad cis-dudes (one was black); the fourth man (white) entered the scene as an outsider, and attempted to ingratiate himself.

I should mention here that the fourth man was very tall and, though these things are normally outside my field of discernment, exceptionally good-looking. This detail is important, as you’ll learn.

Tending to my task, I got sucked into their conversation when it sounded like it was going south. That’s when I paid more attention and noticed the disconnect between the cleft-chinned outsider’s overall dominant male appearance and his weak, clumsy, try-hard bantz. He seemed unable to stop trying to impress the three men and every sentence he uttered came across more forced than the one before it. His joshing fell flat, and his anodyne remarks went unreciprocated. (Male friends, or even polite strangers, will at the least acknowledge another man’s trite observations with a head nod or a “yup uh huh”.)

It wasn’t long, but it only took about two minutes of this painful interlude before the three men began the process of blatantly disengaging from the fourth man’s effortchat; they looked around the room, at their feet, squinted, and exchanged knowing glances. Worse still, when Good-Looking Goober finally and blessedly took his leave, he had to do it on a rocket ship of cringingly awful parting words. “ALL RIGHT THEN GUYS I’LL SEE YOU GUYS AROUND…”…. turns to walk off, turns back again to say more… “…OH AND YOU GUYS SHOULD COME TO BAR [X] THEY’VE GOT A GREAT HAPPY HOUR I’LL BE THERE YOU SHOULD GO OK PEACE BROS”,  his head bobbing enthusiastically throughout his long goodbye.

I should add that the three jockos had welcomed GLG warmly, (like I or any other man would have), probably figuring a man that good-looking would be cool in all other ways. Then, as GLG revealed himself to have the soul of a beta male trapped in the body of an alpha male, a funny thing happened….his audience couldn’t help show their disgust. One man rolled his eyes while GLG bantzed nerdily. After GLG cleared from earshot, another man muttered “Jesus”.

The entire cringenette was a sterling demonstration of what I call the Assumption of Alpha Fallacy. For primal reasons beyond the conscious ken of normies (but available in technicolor apprehension to guests of the Chateau), we assume good-looking and/or masculine men will have the coolness of personality to match. When our assumption fails, we can turn almost cruel in mocking the instrument of our disappointment.

It’s a similar dynamic that happens when a girl meets an attractive man, assumes the best about his social skills, and is bitterly disappointed to the verge of spite when he stumbles and bumbles to deliver exceedingly bland rhetorical enticements like a typical incel dork.

In this sense, the GLG man is akin to the Illusionist Hottie, except what takes a few dates and a disrobing to uncover the normally concealed Nottie underneath the Illusionist Hottie can take as little as a minute of awkward convo to expose the Beta Male Soul lurking in the vessel of the Assumed Alpha.

The same awkwardness and disappointment that men feel when an Assumed Alpha in appearance can’t project that alpha maleness in his personality is the awkwardness and disappointment (with the added astringent of spite) that a woman feels when an Assumed Alpha’s charmless flirting doesn’t live up to her expectations set by his appearance.

It’s not wrong to assume a hot babe is an alpha female. No matter her personality, her hotness guarantees that most men will dream about fucking her and sucking up to her for the small chance of realizing their dream. But it IS a mistake (not always, but often enough) to assume a good-looking man is an alpha male based on nothing more than his appearance, because for men their mate worth (aka coolness) is predicated on more, much more, than their looks. The truth that lad and glam mags rarely explore is that men’s personality is a big factor in their attractiveness to women, and over a time spanning longer than an introductory glance and hello a man’s personality is MORE relevant to the impression he leaves on women AND on men.

Women simply have a lot bigger margin for error in the personality department, which is why crazy hot crazy psychobitches can extract a lot of loving and providing from men who haven’t prepared themselves for female dysfunction through the accumulation of a rich romantic history boning hotties.

In descending order of importance, here are the female attractiveness traits that men desire in women:

Beauty.
Femininity.
Sexual eagerness.

In descending order of importance, here are the male attractiveness traits that women desire in men:

Psychosocial dominance (game).
High status/fame.
Personality (passion/charisma/humor).
Wealth.
Good looks/height/muscularity.
Cleverness/smarts.
Dependability/reliability.
Sexual prowess.

Cool men are embarrassed to be in the company of a socially awkward nerdo, and when the nerdo happens to be a tall good-looking goober the embarrassment is felt just as strongly, but now coupled with a feeling of foolishness for having assumed the best about the goober.

That feeling is the same feeling women have when a good-looking man approaches them and destroys the illusion of alpha sexiness by speaking the language of beta loserdom. But it’s even worse, because women are more entitled than are men, and there aren’t nearly enough alpha males to satisfy all the women who want them. So when a women’s expectation of thrilling courtship with a man who APPEARS to be a top 5% alpha is dashed by his sloppy execution, she burns with resentment at the lost opportunity for love, and retroactively blames the Assumed Alpha for her entire history of dating woes. Her blame can shoot out of her in sudden flares of anger, in the form of a scorching shit test or nasty rejection and departure.

This is why I have observed that oftentimes the men who do really well with women are those who are very charming but aren’t especially handsome and are therefore unburdened by women’s expectations. It’s better to pleasantly surprise women than to unpleasantly disappoint women. The Assumed Beta with Game will arouse women to a deeper and longer-lasting intrigue if his alpha personality puts the lie to his beta phenotype. The Assumed Alpha, with inverse alacrity, will disenchant women to a shallower and shorter-lasting curiosity if his beta personality puts the lie to his alpha appearance.