Once Aryan Skynet Goes Live It Doesn't Matter Who Pulled The Switch
Much as the Marxist government-entertainment matrix would like to see white women pining after Danny Trejo (oh, but to feel the scabrous abrasion of his battle-cratered cheek!) or the celebrated Old Spice deodorized congoid (“The Man Your Man Could Smell Like”), ladies continue to want what they want. What, precisely, do white women want when they visualize their ideal man? Which fantasies, when in the mood for romance, do they most like to indulge? If women’s popular reading habits are any indication, their sexuality is decidedly white – radically so in consideration of the perennial popularity of historical settings for love stories and erotica.
Historical romance represents the ultimate racial escapism. A woman curling up with a book that has “rake”, “rogue”, or “pirate” in the title is able, if only for a while, to live in a world that is totally free of the mandatory diversity – a distant, European or Wild West setting where men are white and defiantly in control of their surroundings. Especially popular subgenres are Austen-inspired Regency romance and lusty highlander sagas. Goodreads.com lists 531 “Popular Pirate Romance Books”, 659 “Popular Highlander Romance Books”, 892 “Popular Cowboy Romance Books”, and a staggering 6,152 “Popular Regency Romance Books”. A genre that is related in its reactionary and racially isolationist attitude is the Amish romance. Does white get any whiter than Amish?
There are examples of historical romance plots revolving around miscegenation – such titles as Lone Arrow’s Pride and Comanche which concern a Caucasian woman’s attraction to the exotic noble savage – but these are exceptions to the prevailing rule of the dukes, rakes, rogues, sheriffs, pirates, knights, lords, earls, outlaws, cowhands, and other exemplars of particularly white masculinity. Similarly, black women enjoy reading and fantasizing about a stable of ebony studs, and a sizeable body of “urban” fiction caters to those who read while black. Literary titillation to this day remains a predominantly segregated preserve.
The paperback romance marketplace is the site of white America’s midnight confession. Many, if not most, of the women who read these novels may consider themselves to be liberals. They might hang on Oprah’s every word, support Obamacare, or oppose the enforcement of immigration laws; but sexually they are all white nationalists. In short, do not expect Enraptured in the Folds of His Hoodie or Ravished by the Skokie Pawnbroker to crack lists of the bestselling bodice rippers at any time in the proximal future. Along with Bonnie Tyler, European woman is holding out for a hero.
“Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed?”
“Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely . . .”