Orgasmic gap and male privileges

Feminism is the challenge to male power established thanks to a structure of systematic and organized violence called patriarchy. The sapiens male woke up one day and, contradicting the evidence he could observe with his own eyes, decided he was superior to his female counterparts. The root of this outlandish idea is, I am sure, the fragility of the male ego. One only needs to look at the behavior of some gentlemen here and now. Not those from the caves, but those who consider themselves evolved and cultured and educated who, despite having enjoyed the numerous advantages given to them by the fraternity of those who carry dangling gonads, also feel hurt at the slightest thing, and the women who have the misfortune of living with them must walk on eggshells so as not to injure the most sensitive part of male anatomy: the ego, which is affected by any insignificant breeze that brushes against it. That is why the statistics on our sex life continue to yield surprising data in times of emancipation and freedom and blah-blah-blah: it turns out that seven out of ten women fake orgasms.

Still! In 2026! What is the point of participating in a sexual relationship and not only not being satisfied, but also making the colleague in question believe that everything went wonderfully? What sense can it make beyond not causing self-esteem problems for one's bed partner (or whoever is in the space)? Why should we protect the self-love of a bad lover in times when, with a click, one can access an enormous amount of information about sexuality and puritanical morality is no longer dominant? To many of these gentlemen, it still seems that our orgasms are some kind of unfathomable mystery, when, in fact, they offer possibilities infinitely superior to those of simple ejaculators. Part of the problem must be that they do not get out of the phallocentric scheme and do not explore other paths of pleasure scattered throughout the vast female erogenous map. I still remember an article by Montserrat Roig mentioned by her biographer in which, with the patience of a pedagogue, she explained that the cunt is not just a hole. And that was in the seventies!

Having to make ourselves responsible for the fragility of the male ego is a very heavy burden: as if we didn't have enough work with our own, our pleasure, our well-being, our education, our professional careers, our children, our parents, our friends, and our loved ones. On top of that, we have to ensure that the male in question doesn't feel incompetent or hurt. And we do it for one of the firmest pillars of the patriarchy: unconditional and selfless love that does not demand reciprocity or equal treatment. What a scam!

For all these reasons, feminism is a daily practice, a constant and fierce defense of the spaces we are gaining. Every time I see a woman breaking through the reinforced concrete ceilings they place over us, I imagine everything she must have endured to get there. Surely, many men born with immense privileges still have the nerve to attribute the progress of educated and talented women to affirmative action. They have never complained about the systematic affirmative action they were born with, which has allowed them to occupy positions of privilege whether or not they are qualified for the role. These pachydermic characters who walk around with their flaccid trunks in the upper echelons of organizations must feel very satisfied benefiting from the sexist power they have inherited, but for society as a whole, they are a poisonous blight: they destroy the talent of those who cannot reach those positions due to the bottleneck they create and, therefore, they increase the general levels of mediocrity. And on top of that, many of them are not even capable of provoking a simple orgasm. I'm not even talking about a multiple one that seems to never end, no, not even one as basic as the one they usually have.