June 22, 2025
The Faux and Faux-er

It was hard to describe. Her taste in men was similar to going to a posh, 5-star restaurant and paying an exorbitant amount of money for pate that, literally, came from a can of dog food. So wrapped up in the optics of the situation and the feeling of superiority that came along with it, that no one was wise to the fact that all the food was actually cheap and likely contained horse. And the more garish the better, with gold curtains and cheap green “silk” chairs, chic trash. That would serve well as the metaphor for how attractive these men were, as would simply saying that they were the physical equivalent of a gawdy golf shirts and khakis, the uniform of the white, suburban fascist with saggy balls, a small dick, and hemorrhoids. 

It was, in a word, disgusting, as these men’s genetics would have been long expunged from the gene pool if not for the artificial substitute of money for common sense, good looks, morality, and anything else it could replace. They seemed to be lords of their world, but people forget that the lords of old were mostly inbred and built by unearned inheritance, and nothing much had changed. No, these men, in actuality, were bottom feeders, scavengers. Not one of them, no matter how much they protested the idea, would have hesitated to sell their mothers or wives for a few million. In fact, a dirty little secret of that world they all feigned disgust over and would never admit was that these were the swinger types. It was always the high-powered, monied creeps with the aberrant fetishes, and many of them just gave their wives to their friends because real love was not a thing in their world and, if it were, it was secondary to possession. One had to wonder if she had personal knowledge and experience in that regard, which kept her in their sick little world, in the same circles perpetually. She was exactly the type to be conned into that game of control and convince herself that it was good, free, never contemplating that her “man” just wanted to fuck other women and watch his friends abuse her with his permission. That control was the real turn on for that crowd, and they were everywhere, especially in “conservative, family-oriented, Christian” circles that also desired Ferraris and big houses. 

But one would have, at least, thought that she would have figured out to be offended by the fact that these men seemed to believe they could just buy her with dinners and the like. But, apparently, they could. As long as the status came with it, that was all it took. And, given her past, one would think she would know better than to fall for that exact type again. But she didn’t. 

She would claim that they weren’t all the same. That some of them were nice. But the fact of the matter was any nice ones were still married, and usually did not hold the same fake “conservative” values as the men she sought. It was those who were finally seen for what they were and rejected who were the only ones looking to take advantage of an opening with her. Most of the people in her world had the same values, the same values as her ex. But she did not see it. In that way, she was a dunce, and it was pathetic because she had the intellect to comprehend it but she had been conditioned not to use it, to play the ditz for the attention of these Morlocks. That was how she had been taught to get ahead, to do what was “right,” and, in effect, it made her as bad as the men who sought to buy her.

But, if she liked, dog food and small dicks, there wasn’t much anyone could say or do to wake her up. She was too old, and she was desperate for attention … from the worst around. And, truth be told, she wasn’t a very nice person, having been beaten down by the very type of man she now chased and copying the stupidity she was surrounded by, unable to be her own person. She'd had a choice. 

And he had every right to judge her.