The Real Victims of Worst Boyfriend Ever
I spent the entire month of July in Japan shooting a docu-drama with @twinkbukowski as a central character. Every day, for 30 days, I cohabitated, ate, and spoke with WBE. I have spent roughly 100 hours talking to him with the explicit purpose of understanding his mind, his sexuality, and his approach to writing, around 30 hours of which is on film.
I say this to establish that I understand WBE's objectives and how he thinks perhaps better than any other person besides WBE himself, or at least that my speculation ought to carry more weight than the average spectator.
Earlier this week WBE wrote about having sex with a woman named Karine. In this piece, he describes an encounter which, admittedly, to the untrained eye, probably sounds a lot like rape.
This has resulted in many angry posts calling for WBE to be persecuted both in courts of law and courts of public opinion. Although I am not sure I would consider WBE a “friend”, as he’s both too myopic about his writing and too autistically transactional to really understand what friendship actually means, I do feel called to defend him.
So I am stepping in to explain the nature of WBE, his work, the women he supposedly “rapes”, and his detractors, because I do not wish to see any harm come to him by people who think he “deserves” it.
In order to defend a rapist, we must first ask an important question:
What Is Rape?
The sexually uninitiated might find it curious that WBE has vanishingly few female detractors. You would expect the loudest condemnations of a man who proudly and regularly writes about forcibly coercing women into sex would be from his supposed victims.
If WBE is in fact a rapist, why do so many women seem to continually voluntarily insert themselves in situations with him?
As a consequence of the nature of WBE's work, he describes sexual scenarios and dynamics which are unfamiliar to most people. One thing you must know about WBE is that he is excruciatingly autistic. He understands people- and especially women- in purely mechanistic terms, inputs and outputs.
At some point in his pursuit of sex he learned that when it comes to women, if you input talent + indifference + disregard for their emotional well-being, there is a high probability of the output being access to pussy. I would go as far as to say most women are sexually thrilled by being coerced or even “forced” into sex, especially in a culture where most men are in the habit of putting on a bib before asking politely to eat pussy on the seventeenth date.
I hate being one of those “in a study conducted by…” faggots, but this is not baseless or anecdotal speculation about female sexual desire- around 62% of women report having erotic rape fantasies. Statistically, your sister, your mother, and your female significant other have masturbated to the idea of being raped.
The consequence of the dissonance between what women actually want biologically and what women are told that they ought to want socially results in a sexual landscape riddled with landmines.
We can see this playing out right now with the Cornell 7 case upon which WBE’s piece pokes fun at, where an in-the-moment enthusiastically consensual group sex encounter was retroactively determined rape by the plaintiff due to the reputational damage she incurred as a consequence of her participation.
There is a prohibitive amount of nuance involved in sexual dynamics of this nature. You might fulfill a woman’s deepest sexual fantasy to such a degree that she will express not only pleasure but genuine gratitude for the experience. However, this puts you in the unenviable position of being one boxed wine girls’ night away from her sharing what she thinks is a sexy story, only to be told by her stunned-silent friends that Actually, That’s Rape and You Need To Report It, and because women are generally incapable of parsing objective reality from social consensus, she might, under the right circumstances, actually do it.
In order to satisfy their desire for rape, women like @aellagirl have developed sociosexual fetish ecosystems involving CNC (“Consensual Non-Consent”). They have attempted to enshrine the practice of rape into a sterile manual of rules and practices and negotiating tactics. Predictably, this nearly always results in some variation of the following sexual scenario:
An awkward, stuttering Google engineer who read the CNC manual because it increased his odds of getting pussy, coupled with an autistic Bay Area rationalist pseudoprostitute who really, more than anything, just wants to be reduced to a puddle by someone she actually finds attractive.
I have many gripes with this deformed and pathetic sexual morality, but what you should take away is this:
WBE’s sexual success is largely attributable to his conscious decision to remove his inhibitaionts around coercion. When WBE says “I am a rapist”, what he actually means is: “women want rape, and in order to be sexually successful, I will give them what they want”, and to some extent, he’s actually right to do this.
If he actually thought that he was committing legal, criminal, put me in federal fuck-me-in-the-ass prison-type rape, do you sincerely think that he would publish detailed accounts of him doing so?
There is a very good reason that WBE publishes these accounts, which is that there is so much unfulfilled demand for rape that women who read WBE’s blog BEG him, even PAY him to fly across the country and “rape” them.
The entire Worst Boyfriend Ever blog is a positive flywheel which looks like this:
- he rapes a girl
- he writes a blog post about raping
- a new girl masturbates to the blog and slides into his DM’s, begging him to rape her
- he rapes
- repeat 1-4
Worst Boyfriend Ever (the blog) is nothing more than an abundant source of inbound leads for WBE (the person), which result in both more sex and more things to write about.
We have now established what “rape” in the context of WBE actually means- providing a sought-after experience for his female readers- and why he shamelessly posted a lurid account of what some might interpret as a sex crime- because people enjoy reading it.
But that’s not to say WBE is not a “real” rapist.
Just that women aren’t his victims.
Who’s Actually Getting Raped?
The women who WBE is by far most successful with are college-aged girls, usually Asian. These girls tend to be pathologically neurotic, high-achieving, and most importantly, intellectually understimulated. I know this because I have met and interviewed several of them- both before and after being “raped” by WBE. We will call this archetype of woman “Celines”.
Celines tend to be only children and are typically a product of strict parents with ambitious aims for their little angel. They are studious and reserved in their personal lives and tend to be touch-starved. Celines have complex sexual desires which are often at odds with their “day to day” personalities, and chief among those desires is to have their agency completely stripped from them.
This desire is amplified by another key shared quality among Celines, which is that they are given 24/7 undivided attention and approval by their spineless, worshipful male peers.
We will call these males what they are: dorks.
Dorks are intellectual overperformers and sexual underperformers who subscribe to consent-based sexual morality. The dorkish conception of sexual pursuit is disguising their affection as friendship in the hopes that friendship “evolves” into romance.
Dorks see Celines as goddesses-among-men, a combination of beauty and wit of the sort they have never had access to. They make the mistake of taking her intellectually seriously, because dorks lack the understanding that even a smart girl wants to be a girl, and girls want to be told what to do. This ignorance leads them to obsession and something like emotional indentured servitude to their Celine in the hope that they will be recognized as suitors. A dork will chase his Celine with singular devotion for months or years despite having no shot whatsoever at graduating from his status as a human footstool.
Put yourself in the shoes of a dork. Imagine, after months of subjecting yourself to humiliation for a chance at your Celine’s affection, that she rewards your devotion by purchasing a flight for a self-proclaimed rapist who unironically calls himself the Worst Boyfriend Ever to spend the entire weekend in her bed.
Afterwards, you read a blog post where WBE describes in graphic detail every sexual act that took place, how he defiled your goddess for the world to see.
You’re devastated. To go on, you must choose to believe one of two possibilities:
- Celine is a deranged slut who intentionally and cruelly abused your time, resources and attention for her own petty validation, denied you sexual access and then paid out of pocket to get railed by a homeless sex blogger with an amphetamine addiction
or
- that your FAULTLESS ANGEL Celine was RAPED by an evil PREDATOR?!!?
Which possibility is less catastrophically destructive to your ego and worldview? Which of them allows you to preserve your socially conditioned belief that women are sapient agents?
WBE’s writing is so visceral, you could make the case that he both inflicts and forces dorks to confront their own sexual traumas. And what do we call the forcible infliction of sexual trauma?
RAPE.
The real victims of Worst Boyfriend- the only people he has ever truly raped- are dorks. He rapes them by forcing them to voyeuristically self-insert into his blog posts, reliving their lifelong cuckoldry in gory detail. He rapes them by making them watch him do what they have failed at their entire lives.
This is a group of males so thoroughly raped by WBE that even their calls for “justice” are passively mumbled from the cuck chair:
ah geez man, that's a hecking raperino
“I hope some victims can join together…”
you cant just like... make a woman do that...
“I recommend people get in touch with journalists…” (really? not like, the police, or a lawyer?)
WBE’s rape of the dork is so complete that even as they cry for him to be excommunicated from society, they can’t help but congratulate him for the quality of his prose.
"yeah he rapes but... he writes really good too"
A cursory glance at the profiles of the “people” behind these posts reveal fragile bugmen whose juvenile understanding of female sexuality comes from some combination of Disney films and cognitive dissonance resultant from decades of being spiritually (and literally) cuckolded.
Most of them are low-level social orbiters of contemporary “rationalist” circles with unsuccessful Substacks about their own failed romantic or social lives veiled as “cultural criticism” and who spend a nontrivial portion of each day fantasizing about the actual women that WBE writes about fucking.
Even though I find them pathetic and contemptible, I am somewhat sympathetic to these dorks. I suspect that even if they conquered their shortcomings, even if they somehow came to understand the true nature of female desire, they would still be unable to fulfill it. The pain of being confronted with someone who surpasses them in every measurable dimension in every domain they wish to compete in must be spectacular.
WBE rapes by reminding them with every blog post that they don’t have a fraction of the wit, self-destructiveness, shamelessness, or raw commitment to the craft of writing that WBE does.
Unfortunately, WBE shows no intention of stopping, and I suspect that he will continue to rape for many years to come. Let us pray for the victims.