The Cuckification of the Internet
Sex is no longer about the sex, it's about whoever isn't having it, whoever is being wronged, and whoever is being betrayed--especially on the Internet.
I have been the Twitter Main Character twice this year, and somehow both times involved sexy metallic clubwear.
The first time, I posted a somewhat silly, sleep-deprived question about the appeal of a tight, short silver Gucci dress featured on the runway. Baddie Twitter wound up roasting me for being a dumpy mom who should keep her middle-aged nose out of fashion and leave it to the fashion girlies.
This encounter left me wondering if maybe I, cringe millennial mom as I am, had misjudged the dress. I love to sew, and I sew a good portion of my own clothes, so what if I sewed my own metallic, bodycon, Gucci-inspired dress? Would I dare? As I perused some slinky metallic knits on Mood Fabrics, I realized that perhaps the correct move would be a metallic wide-leg infinity jumpsuit—think Cher, disco Diane von Furstenberg, you see the vision—which would still qualify as sexy nightlife attire but would be modest enough for a lounge or restaurant and a little more appropriate for my thirty-six years of life. And unlike the dress, it would carry zero risk of exposing my literal ass cheeks to unsuspecting restaurant patrons. (I have a sizable rear and a long waist, which is really a recipe for becoming an accidental flasher.)
I’m afraid some of my male readers may have drifted off or started thinking about the NBA playoffs. Please come back. The cuck stuff is coming. I am laying the groundwork, which unfortunately for you involves fashion. It’s almost over, you can do this.
Anyway, one day I carved out some time to design, cut and sew the perfect nightlife jumpsuit in material inspired by the Gucci dress. And, voila:
I sent this photo to all my female friends, but was so excited about it (it’s literally the best thing I’ve ever made for myself) that I posted it to Substack and Twitter too. And although I’m not exactly surprised by the reactions, I became the Main Character again for an entirely different reason—being so indecent and immodest to post such vulgar filth when I am a married woman with children. Does your husband know you dress this way?! people incredulously asked, as if the desired occasion for an outfit like this is not, quite literally, “to wear with my husband.” Why no, my husband has no idea I dress this way! I have my clandestine sexy wardrobe for my secret husband-free excursions, like going to the dentist to get scammed into another “deep cleaning.”
While most people were complimentary, a sizable minority were fairly convinced that any man who “allows” his wife to wear something like this (my husband, in fact, asks me to wear stuff like this) is either a clueless chump whose wife is getting off on Internet creeps jacking off to her, or has a cuck fetish himself. The Twitter mind cannot conceive of a man who wants his wife to look hot and either doesn’t care if other people see, or deliberately wants people to know (The words “arm candy” and “trophy wife” used to mean something. RETVRN.)
As much as objectification has its problems, it’s far preferable and healthier than the growing trend I’ve noticed (far beyond me and my jumpsuit post) where even the most mainstream, safe-for-work depictions of “sexuality” are twisted and contorted until they can resemble cuckoldry. No matter what, someone is being wronged—the person’s partner, the people seeing the image, whoever they can imagine first. Either the viewer is being wronged because the woman is sleeping with everyone but him, or the woman’s partner is being wronged because she’s trying to sleep with everyone but him. Either way—an attractive woman is no laughing matter! Can’t you see there’s a person who is theoretically getting cucked right now, in my imagination?
