Neuroticism

Neuroticism is one of the Big Five higher-order personality traits in the study of psychology. Individuals who score high on neuroticism are more likely than average to be moody and to experience such feelings as anxiety, worry, fear, anger, frustration, envy, jealousy, guilt, depressed mood, and loneliness.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neuroticism

Women tend to be much higher in neuroticism than men and it’s clear that men attracted to Social Justice tend to be more feminine than average. In advanced cases of Social Justice – like in Portland, Oregon, as we’ll see – a lot of men seem to exhibit what is called these days “gender dysphoria” and have a hard time even identifying as “men.”

Perhaps the first “gender” issue I was ever exposed to was my mother making a comment about the actor Alan Alda from the TV show M.A.S.H. While the comment wasn’t exactly negative, it was at least ambiguous. She explained that Alan Alda was what was called a “New Man” that was “sensitive.” This was in contrast to a more traditionally masculine actor like John Wayne, whom I had never heard of or seen.

Yet my mother adored Michael Landon from Little House on the Prairie, and his character was certainly “sensitive,” “caring” and even “nurturing.”

Of course the difference between the characters of Alan Alda and Michael Landon was nothing to do with being sensitive, caring, or nuturing. The difference was that Alan Alda’s character was neurotic, while Michael Landon’s was not.

It’s not that Michael Landon’s character Charles Ingalls didn’t feel negative emotions; he most certainly did. It’s that Ingalls didn’t turn into a mushy pile of neurotic self-doubt anytime he faced difficulties, like Alan Alda’s Hawkeye always did. Nor did Michael Landon’s Charles Ingalls hide his negative feelings behind a transparent, paper thin mask of cynicism and sarcasm.

In fact, it’s pretty obvious to that Charles Ingalls was far more sensitive, caring and nurturing than Hawkeye. Hawkeye didn’t have the maturity to be truly sensitive, caring, and nurturing, crippled as he was by neurotic self-doubt – and, let’s be honest – a large helping of narcissism.

Not hard to guess the type of man my mother preferred which is perhaps why my mother and father stayed married for their entire lives.

What’s the matter with Portland?

My old handle was based on the concept of “hipster racism” which was a fashionable anti-white slur a decade ago. In fact, this author may have single-handedly defanged that particular slur, because about two or three years after I started writing, the word dropped out of the anti-white leftist vocabulary – like due to my google-bombing.

While I’ve never lived in Portland and only visited a few times, I loved the TV show “Portlandia” which is an extremely self-aware parody of the culture of Portland “hipsters” – including a lot of poking fun at their “whiteness” and even “hipster racism.” At first beloved by the targets of the satire, eventually the Social Justice Warriors of Portland turned against the TV show, declaring it “transphobic.”

Feminist Bookstore Slams ‘Portlandia’ And Says Show Can No Longer Film There

Sterility

Just recently I discovered a youtube video, Humiliatrix Extraordinare: Ceara Lynch @ The Mystery Box Show about a 17 year old girl from Portland that discovers that some men, online, would pay her money for her used panties and even her urine, as part of a sexual “humiliation” fetish. Quite good looking and a ringer for Hollywood actress Aubrey Plaza, Ceara Lynch gives a speech that is sort of a mix between stand-up comedy and a TED talk about turning this discovery into a full time career, and eventually her parents discovering it and then her coming clean with them after she turns 18 and moves out.

Naturally good at story-telling, you have to feel for her father as he begins to suspect his daughter has become a prostitute, making snide comments about how she can afford such a nice car on a Starbucks salary. After telling her he just wants to make sure she’s safe and happy, she explains that she doesn’t ever meet anyone in real life, there’s no physical touching of any kind, and she doesn’t even get naked in her online videos. She says all she really gets paid for is talking shit online.

She feels accepted, loved – and even admired – by her father when he finally comes to terms with it and say, “wow, you’re a genius.”

The Portland crowd goes wild.

The speech is part of a series titled The Mystery Box show, which is a series of stand-up talks about people’s various sexual experiences. Obviously tilted in the direction of “Portland style sexuality,” prostitutes – er, “sex workers” – LGBTs, “genderqueers” and fetishes and kinks are heavily over represented.

I watched a dozen or so videos, skipping the ones that are unimportant to this point: gay men, actual lesbians, some extreme fetishes and kinks dealing with blood and anal-obsessives, the otherwise normal white people – especially the women – all exhibited the same basic pattern of extreme neuroticism when it came to sexuality. The “sex-positive” culture of Portland, supposedly, acts as a sort of “therapy” for them – even more, a sort of religion. (Religious themes are common throughout the series.)

In A Stripper’s Lesson: Ashley Herman @ The Mystery Box Show, a pretty blonde is ashamed of her vulva. Although she actually doesn’t say it, she is obviously implying that she has labia minora that extend well past her labia majora, what the kids these days call a “roastie” or “roast beef.” After a string of boyfriends she will only have sex with with the lights out, she finally gets up her nerve to be a stripper – she’s in college, wants the money – then gets over her insecurities when she realizes that lots of men don’t particularly care and it’s her whole persona, not the specific shape of her labia, that men find attractive. (It also might be her pretty, symmetrical face, naturally blonde hair, and slim figure, but let’s humor her.)

In A Teen Fantasy Come True: James Cox, a 17 year old boy gets seduced by his friend’s “hot mom.” His only sexual experiences up until that point had been with a couple of “girlfriends” where the sex consisted of “poking around in the dark” and the older mother – by insisting they keep the lights on – teaches him to not feel “shame” about sex.

In another, a young man is paid to jerk off on video for a “sex positive polyqueer people of color porn site” and his fat friend realizes that some gals are even kind of into a “big guy.” At 20 something, he’s hardly obese, with the build of what plenty of gals would call a “Viking teddy bear.” But he was fatter in middle school and got teased and it took losing his virginity to get over it, apparently.

It’s the neuroticism.

One story was particularly effecting and really gets to the heart of feminism, modern sexual dysfunction, and neuroticism in general. Reba Sparrow in It Tastes Like Cantaloupe! has much smaller breasts than her mother and her sister, with a “protruding sternum” that makes her boobs seem even smaller. She’s excited when her husband gets her pregnant and happy that when she has her baby boy, her boobs will get bigger. She’s also looking forward to nursing, feeling that if her boobs weren’t any good for turning men on, at least they are good for feeding a baby.

But a nurse tells her she’s not making enough milk and will need to supplement with formula. So, she’s crushed again, her breasts have failed her and she feels “less of a woman.”

Then, after skipping over how she’s no longer with her husband and the father of her baby, she details a new boyfriend that gets off on sucking her nipples while calling her “mommy” and her telling him “baby it’s time to nurse.” While she says maybe it’s not so healthy to sexualize your traumas, nevertheless it “works” for her (for various definitions of “works” one supposes.)

Sterility

That’s a basic theme: neurotic women, none in traditional marriages, only the oldest with children, and none of them with the fathers of their children, obsess over various insecurities about their body and sex, only to feel “empowered” via prostitution, fetishes, kinks, and promiscuity.

A couple of “subbie” women that finally get to fulfill their BDSM fantasies. One author is excited how her erotica stories have helped a few of her fans “open up” with their husbands and reignite their sex live. But that doesn’t work for her. So, she leaves her husband, has a terrible experience with a selfish man that injures her, but finally gets off getting tied up by a professional Dom with great skills in rope-craft – and a vibrator.

Another, a young woman covered in tattoos and piercings, celebrates finding a melodramatic Dom that creates elaborate scenarios for her. She slips lightly over her past as a stripper and celebrates their new, happy, “long term relationship” that has now lasted … one whole year. She even has his name, “X” tattooed on her hand.

One 19 year old, an ugly duckling as a youth, is thrilled when a 51 year old wealthy French man puts her up at a luxury hotel for a week, buys her expensive wine and dinner, and drives her around in a fancy car. It’s her first competent lover, her first man after a string of boys.

Another young woman is sexually thrilled by her salsa teacher, but having no money, decides to trade blowjobs for dancing lessons.

There is the polyamorous genderqueer woman, not bad looking, that has an “open relationship” and has an orgy with two married couples, only to be overheard by her aunt and uncle in the next hotel room – but it’s ok, they accept her as she is.

A half dozen men tell stories about their first visits to prostitutes. Obsession with sticking things in their butts is common for both men – including the heterosexual men – and women alike.

Supposedly, Portland has the highest number of strip clubs per capital than anywhere else in America. Although prostitution is not legal, Portland is the center of the “pro-sex work” movement.

It’s Portland, so tattoos and piercings are more common than not and virtually all of both the men and the women have been “consuming” pornography for most of their lives – the oldest one, a man, having been a 1970s pioneer both starring in, and later producing, the first wave of legal hardcore pornography.

Sexual Abuse

And if you wonder where all this “sexual adventurism” comes from, perhaps Jenny White, in her “Dark History and Me” explains a lot of what’s going on.

With her buzzed, purple-dyed hair, multiple tattoos and piercing, Jenny White was raised in a Christian, church-going home, and molested by her grandfather when she was three years old. Running to her mother to tell what happened, her mother reacts appropriately, for the most part, kicking out grandpa, and taking her to therapy.

The therapist says she probably won’t remember, but at 15 she does, asks her mom about it, and her mother explains everything. She has a hard time reconciling her otherwise loving grandfather with his pedophilic sexual abuse. As an adult, after her grandfather has died, she confronts her mother again, who suggests it’s not healthy to obsess over this.

But she wants to obsess over it. It’s “her truth.”

And it’s likely not a particularly unusual story for all of these tattooed, facially pierced, hair-dyed, overweight, anally-obsessed white Portlanders (it’s almost totally white) with no stable, intimate, lifelong relationships, low fertility, from broken homes, obsessed with casual and extreme sex, unable to get over even mild childhood traumas like getting teased in middle school for being overweight or having small boobs, much less the far more serious traumas like incest and childhood sexual abuse.

Portland is the most “Antifa” city in America. If you want to know where the unfocused, incoherent rage of Antifa comes from, the personal, vicious verbal abuse they dish out – maybe this explains it. Neurotic, immature, sexually abused and broken people, constantly chasing a higher high from drugs and sterile sex, sticking things up their butts, unable to form lasting, intimate relationships, much less healthy, loving fertile families.