Reflections upon the prostitution scene in 1984

I first read 1984 some 30 years ago, in 1994 I think it was. One passage which has stuck with me vividly ever since was the prostitution scene. Not just because of the criminalization which proved horrifically prophetic and is now the normal hateful reality in Norway -- and even worse no one cares but me, who make up the whole entirety of the men's movement, plus I got another bonus movement all to myself being the sole public representative of the MAP movement as well -- reality is this Orwellian now:

"Consorting with prostitutes was forbidden, of course, but it was one of those rules that you could occasionally nerve yourself to break. It was dangerous, but it was not a life-and-death matter. To be caught with a prostitute might mean five years in a forced-labour camp: not more, if you had committed no other offence. And it was easy enough, provided that you could avoid being caught in the act."

At the time I did not yet think Norway would go so far as to criminalize this, so it wasn't so much the politics -- but the scene made an impact on me mostly because the woman turned out to be old:

"It was on a dark evening, in a narrow side-street near one of the big railway stations. She was standing near a doorway in the wall, under a street lamp that hardly gave any light. She had a young face, painted very thick... I went with her through the doorway and across a backyard into a basement kitchen. There was a bed against the wall, and a lamp on the table, turned down very low. She... What he had suddenly seen in the lamplight was that the woman was old. The paint was plastered so thick on her face that it looked as though it might crack like a cardboard mask. There were streaks of white in her hair; but the truly dreadful detail was that her mouth had fallen a little open, revealing nothing except a cavernous blackness. She had no teeth at all... When I saw her in the light she was quite an old woman, fifty years old at least. But I went ahead and did it just the same."

Sherley Stelfox in 1984

Sex with an old woman is, well, dystopian. Here it is a dystopia on top of a dystopia.

In the movie Shirley Stelfox is "only" 42 but she sure does the trick of looking old. Incidentally she is a year younger than John Hurt who plays Winston Smith. Middle-aged men do not typically seek out women the same age for pleasure, so we can all agree it looks dystopian, can't we? Not so dystopian as if she really had been over 50 as in the book, and she has her teeth in the movie, but still...

While doing test-shoots and improvisation for Norwegian Offspring I had the same feeling with a prostitute who is similarly past her expiration date. I didn't get the role but I participated in some of the casting and rehearsed the scene with the actress who made me feel just like Winston -- while the director didn't seem to get how discordant this looks and also mixed in other deranged nonsense that I won't bother to mention here but you can read about in my blog post about that film.

Women over 35 are officially reproductively geriatric and over 40 they are in the grandmother demographic and over 50 there is hardly any sexual appeal left. They make fine grandmothers but when you are expecting an attractive woman -- for example because you are even prepared to pay for it -- they are jarringly out of place. I suppose men manage to stay married to them by not expecting an attractive woman and mostly not having sex either, plus it helps to have an actual family to show for it.

One of the benefits of being a bachelor is I don't have to pretend any old women are sexually attractive. I can be honest like Orwell and also Shakespeare when he has Hamlet tell Gertrude:

"You cannot call it love, for at your age
The heyday in the blood is tame."

Old people will still use the language of romantic love to describe their relationships, but it is not the same thing -- with one important exception. I reckon the heyday in a perimenopausal or older woman's blood is tame regardless of who she can pick as her lover and likewise from his point of view, but as a man the same age I can attest that the heyday in my blood is still perfectly lustful if I can get a young woman! A man's only as old as the woman he feels, as Grouch Marx put it.

The silver lining in 1984 is that Winston also gets a beautiful young girlfriend half his age, Julia, played by 23-year-old Suzanna Hamilton. He flipped those numbers just like I am on a mission to do. Even in a dystopia where all sex and certainly all sexual enjoyment is criminalized you might still score a personal victory. That's what keeps me going in life despite knowing that the political situation for male sexuality is only set to worsen in my lifetime and having lost all hope of finding ANYONE who will publicly identify as an ally in Norway or help me reach the two-person minimum for registering a nonprofit to fill this complete vacuum of any kind of pro-sexual organization. The last organization to work in favor of sexuality instead of against it like they all do now was in fact dissolved in 1983, making Orwell even more uncannily prophetic. Today it is beyond the pale for anyone to even admit having been a member! What are the odds of me being so alone? We know the odds are one in five million but it is true; unlike other malcontents who are usually far less original than they think I can quantify it so precisely as unmistakably falling outside even the 68-95-99.7 rule which puts me at four or more standard deviations from the norm! I am the outlier heretic whom the normies can and do treat as nonexistent for all intents and purposes.

At my age and time I am living in a dystopia within a dystopia and neither dystopia is recognized in the mainstream outside my movement of one unless you read great literature and pay attention to what it actually says, in which case both realities reassert themselves both in flouting the oppressive sex laws and attraction to youth.

This is why I have to laugh when our governments via their NGOs put out propaganda like this....

"While the “hitting the wall” trend clearly perpetuates harmful stereotypes and actively contributes to the egregious objectification and devaluation of women, we are seeing it beyond the confines of YouTube. In incel communities, the notion of "hitting the wall" is burgeoning as a persistent and menacing ideology within male supremacist spheres whereby they place a higher value on younger women and girls. This pedophilic-type mindset can be seen on sites like Incels.is that unabashedly refer to girls as young as 12 as objects of desire. This concept is also used to undermine women’s perceived power in sexual/romantic relationship contexts, as these male supremacists ironically imbue women with supreme power/authority over men (by determining which men will be validated as masculine and sexually successful and which ones will not). Simultaneously, these male supremacists want to revoke and undermine this power as only temporary and contingent on women who maintain sexual desirability. The ‘wall’ is meant to emphasize that self-actualized, empowered, independent women are actually less desirable than young, naive, virgin girls and women."

Oh, the incels invented the concept of women hitting the wall, did they? Just wait until our government-funded propagandists of orthodox thinking on sexual morality discover our cultural heritage of art and literature, but all that is willfully ignored in favor or the new cultural "truth" that only an ultra-deviant "male supremacist" or "pedophilic-type" would think anything of the sort. I would call it a female sexual trade union like the AF clique singlemindedly obsess over aside from the fact that THERE IS NO NOTABLE MALE OPPOSITION, unless you want to call me (or the AF) notable, or at least call the incels notable, which they are not as anything but a subject of derision. This is an elephant in the room that needs to be addressed, sincerely.

Have we as a culture started to "value" older women as much as we always valued nubile women? I would encourage sincere thoughts on the matter in the comments. We certainly devalue male sexuality by how it is criminalized and hunted by vigilantes too. But is there a greater corresponding valuation of older women despite the biological fact that they are not so reproductively valuable? This hypothesis could be tested in various ways. For example, if 50-year-old prostitutes are now very much in demand, that would be some weighty evidence of a profound cultural change rather than the superficial one I still think it is. I doubt it, but I keep an open mind.

One thing I am sure of is that men bear much of the responsibility in one way or another for what I alone regard as an antisexual dystopia. At the very least they somehow DON'T CARE that these are our values and laws and propaganda. As it stands now I am not so much an antifeminist as a misanthrope. I am close to giving up on activism altogether and just focus on my personal goals as noted because no one is receptive to my ideas. After 25 years taking sexuality's side I not only failed to change anyone's opinion but didn't even make anyone think, if they didn't already agree with me, which only one in a million does, all of them too cowardly to be public about it either. Ever increasing criminalization of sexuality is unquestioningly accepted by every last normie and there is nothing we can do about it, so the best we can do is shut up and break the sex laws in private like everyone else because they are hypocrites too. Nonetheless, if men go and break the sex laws and on top of this insane feminist dystopia that we got ourselves into tend to willingly choose a 50-year-old whore to risk going to the forced-labor camps for, well, then I shall stop calling them hypocrites too.

I can't pretend I am representing anyone when there is no longer anyone to represent. So if you want to be represented by a sexualist movement, speak out!