This essay, “White Moderates Don’t Challenge Fascism,” responds to a critique I received from a political opponent, and which my reply recruits from my own social network of friends, lovers and associates. It remains part of my Sex Positivity series, albeit coming from outside the books, themselves; i.e., belonging to a disparate body of essays and interviews that fall under the same basic umbrella, but often will engage with more than the usual suspects: someone who vocally disagrees with us in times of state, even planetary crisis, and with whom various members of the Sex Positivity project make themselves heard.

Update, 6/11/2025: I’ve added a preface directly after the title card; i.e., mainly as a quality of life change—one meant entirely for those unaccustomed to Gothic and the Humanities’ more flexible “grey” elements and usage. For the more impatient or schooled among you, skip ahead to “Explaining My Basic Approach” and go from there.

(artist, left: Solomon Nelson; right: Persephone van der Waard)

Some context before we start: I wrote this non-profit essay in response to Solomon Nelson disagreeing with my friends, whose evidence to fatphobia Solomon summarily rejected. A bigotry for one is a bigotry for all, including one bigotry extending to others tied to systemic oppression. As such, I chose to respond to Solomon’s dismissal by writing a essay supported with various visual aids. While the models of these aids partook of their own free will, several examples come from older works of mine about universal liberation; re: from my larger book series featured on this website; e.g., Bay, Crow, Sinead, and Nyx. That being said, the vast majority were commissioned by me to appear directly in this essay. 

For the Visually Impaired: I also read the SFW version aloud on my YouTube channel.

Disclaimer Regarding Essay Contents: This essay is non-profit and provided for purposes of education, critique, and satire; i.e., as a matter of professional opinion against multiple other public figures and publicly available material during times of state crisis: Solomon Nelson and Daniel Pekic‘s YouTube channels, but also the medical industry and police state, etc. It’s part of the larger work I do beyond my book series; e.g., my “Hailing Hellions” Q&A, where I interview sex workers of all different kinds.

CW: fatphobia, ableism, racism, rape, transphobia, medical abuse, whorephobia, fascism, police brutality and genocide

White Moderates Don’t Challenge Fascism: My Critique of Solomon Nelson’s Moderate Fatphobia, Medicalized Language and Other Bigotries

This essay was written in response to Solomon Nelson’s recent YouTube video, “My Reply to Persephone van der Waard.” I didn’t respond back in March when it initially released for various reasons—namely how YouTube failed to notify me, but also because I had a book series to finish: Sex Positivity versus Sex Coercion, or Gothic Communism: Liberating Sex Work under Capitalism through Iconoclastic Art (2023). Now that I have (re: “My Book Series Is Finished“), I’ve written a response with visual aids—supplying it/them as a trans-woman educator who works with other sex workers; i.e., on a larger project I’m the director of (re: my book series). In conversational terms, I’m the whore and Solomon’s the (white moderate) pimp, but both use our lily-white bodies to get our points across: chiseled straight otter vs shapely gay twink, canon vs camp, the prudes vs the crudes!

(artist, left: Solomon Nelson; right: Persephone van der Waard)

Note: When calling Solomon, David or anyone else “a pimp,” here, I’m specifically treating the word as a qualifier tied to my opinion; i.e., as a matter of research, insofar as their behavior supports fascism according to said opinion tied to my larger body of work: pimps control people, generally through a system of control that—from city-states to empires to kingdoms to nation-states to corporations married to states, ethnostates, technocracies, and so on—enables one side to historically exploit the other on a complicated spectrum of positions, politics and behaviors that, more or less, summarize as pimp/whore, cop/victim, us/them, hero/monster and so on. Hence, I am using “pimp” in the academic sense, here, not as statement of fact which others can prove false; i.e., “so and so” are like pimps* in some poetic manner I use specifically to critique their problematic behavior and/or apathetic, arguably harmful belief system—not literal pimps who traffic in women or other victims. The same unless specified** goes for words like “genocide,” “complicit,” “himbo,” “racist,” “bigot,” “Nazi,” “monster” or anything else (we’ll get to “Nazi,” in a bit): pure opinion cannot be defamation under American law because opinions are protected by free speech.

*Calling someone a pimp is not the same thing as accusing them of rape; i.e., the word “rape” will come up repeatedly in this essay and yet, the word as I define it[4] is more complicated: as having a poetic usage, in Gothic and academia, versus a legal criminal usage. That being said, I do not describe Solomon or Daniel directly through its poetic usage (though I do describe them in relation/service or otherwise adjacent to capital, which does rape workers), nor accuse them of its legal, criminal usage. Furthermore, if I did attach the word to a specific person to describe them, I would be very clear about which version I was using when doing so; e.g., as with my ex, Jadis—aka Lindsay Wheeler—who sexually abused me, and who I state as much in my various writings about them; re: “Unmasking My Abuser” (2025). There’s also Sean Roden, a bodybuilder I mention briefly as someone legally accused of rape, therefore someone I can describe accurately as “alleged rapist,” in the legal sense (re: “Problems with the Accused, and Bias against Women,” 2019).

**I use the word “whore” to describe a broad swath of sex workers, or workers who are sexualized; i.e., not just prostitutes in the legal, criminal sense, but workers treated like prostitutes (or pimps) insofar as their work is sexualized, be it paid/unpaid; e.g., “women’s work” referring to a wide variety of activities (too numerous to list, here), and work commonly called “sex work” ranging from the Hooters girl, an airline stewardess, your wife/girlfriend, or a cam girl, etc. In other words, my usage for “whore” is academic and broad the same way my usage of “pimp” is academic and broad.

Preface: Concerning Debate through the Poetic Language of Monsters

This essay isn’t a “debate,” per se, but a seminar/poetic response discussing human rights as not up for debate, using the poetic language of monsters—one I hope feels constructive in ways that remind my audience who’s cooler than capital. Doctors are alright, sometimes, but everyone loves the whore, the Gothic/monsters, and sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll (re: “Concerning Monsters“); i.e., as explained by this bitch in ways both nerdy and slutty (they’re not mutually exclusive, babes); re: “When the Man comes around, show him your Aegis!” Amazonomachia is rebellion, my PhD argues (re: “Notes on Power“), and rebellions, mid-kayfabe, use the same aesthetics’ theatrical latitudes—thus cryptonymy (e.g., mirrors and costumes meant to disguise/and showcase power in different monstrous, mask-like forms, above)—that fascism does, ergo liberation and exploitation, Nazis and Commies: on the same kayfabe stages monopolized by capital, heroes versus monsters, all heroes being monsters  (naked muscular men always beheading state foes, itself an ongoing cryptonym for various real-world atrocities; e.g., the Spartans were pedophiles through the Agoge, but also had a secret police, the Crypteia, to demonize and destroy escaped slaves).

To it, civil rights, social justice, wokeness (and similar names for struggle) describe an ongoing fight punching up at state proponents and their imperial linga franca, sex and force; i.e., one surrounding human rights expressed ironically through said language: as paradoxical and oxymoronic; i.e., one surrounding human rights expressed through said language: as paradoxical and oxymoronic; e.g., vague yet firm, hot and cold, etc. I won’t rely wholly on such things to make my points, here, but all the same will outline them, for they bleed into the theories (therefore arguments) that I use; re: versus Solomon when talking about the same basic things from different vantage points: the Gothic versus STEM, fat people versus those who abuse them, pimps versus whores. Humans are a social species; to enact lasting material change, we must learn from the past (and its steady persecution arguments) by playing with copies of abuse, during calculated risk: the fetishizing of power into the lesson, itself.

“How like you my gifts?” says the pimp, but also the victim and/or destroyer depending on how you frame it (e.g., Milton’s Satan, Shelley’s Creature, Stoker’s Dracula, Creed’s Medusa, etc, all fearsome abductors, but also lonely cretins classically misunderstood* and craving love as forbidden to them by godly forces). We are all animals, but capital treats that reality (and its fuzzy, imprecise language) like a slight—a bad joke, an excuse—to pimp nature with, on repeat, relegating it to a territory of concentric brothels: summon, banish; rinse and repeat. “Gothic,” then, comprises the endless monstrous dialogs, whose dualistic, imaginary past unfolds hauntologically between workers and the state, in opposition. Monopolies of the usual weird-nerd elements tied to “past” are impossible; e.g., as per Solomon’s views on Antiquity performed, versus me and my own interpreting his, and vice versa: men and monsters, particularly the monstrous-feminine as anything beyond a straight white European Christian man, to varying degrees, thus something to fear by god-fearing men upholding the state (which they also fear) since ancient times. Power is something to take by force.

*E.g., Hadley’s “Medusa Misunderstood” speaking to the Gorgon’s alternate history/perspective as a rape victim, anisotropically inverting the nuclear order and its canonical, terrorist/counterterrorist  abuse exacted upon her by state propaganda (re: Robert Asprey‘s paradox of terror, which—alongside Weber’s monopoly of violence and my own argument, the monopoly of monsters—I endlessly explore in my own refrains; re: “It Began with a Whisper“). There’s no silver bullet to cheat death with—only poetic devices to frame things however workers need to liberate themselves in duality.

Yet time is a circle, state actors (and their revenge) trapped in time alongside rebellious ones. New things fear old things, there being no escape for Galatea from the Shadow of Pygmalion, of the state and its pimps endlessly whoring the world; we whores can only reclaim our ancient power in an endless battle between workers and the state, setting nature free through a dream that—however Utopian it may seem through such visions—we must embody or otherwise push towards, weird canonical nerds vs weird iconoclastic nerds (re: “Doubles, Dark Forces, and Paradox“). “You shall be a prince in my realm!” promise the elite; “better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven,” we reply. The mind is its own place, one that workers have the power to change through their own labor’s infinite value, thus power (no matter how many sand castles the elite kick, there is always another and another and another to foil Ozymandias with). Straight boys/token actors are weird (the hubris of tragic heroes classically informed by ancient city-state models), and state power/the Man Box (re: Mark Greene) is false power (the neoliberal give-and-take, its Roman fools beating themselves to a pulp during mirror syndrome); our darkness visible thrives in duality!

(artist: Crow)

As we proceed, Solomon will have to respond not just to my nerdy side, but slutty side (and that of my fat, gay and/or non-white friends; e.g., Crow, above): as dialectical-material, liminal, holistic, dualistic, etc. Silence is genocide, death, and rape, which capital does by design; we whores speak through sex in ways that are harder to deny (apologia, rape or otherwise); i.e., generally through double standards that appear most visibly when presented side-by-side (re: Solomon vs myself; e.g., straight white male nipples versus trans emasculation automatically sexualizing trans-women bodies, below)!

Table of Contents

• “Abstract: Cops, Whores, and Capitalist Realism”: Summarizes the entire essay’s nuts and bolts.
• “The Gothic and Its Heretical Food for Thought”: Discusses the Gothic according to its usage, here, but also why I don’t use it as much as I otherwise could, with Solomon.
• “Explaining My Basic Approach”: Explains how my essay critiques Solomon’s basic argument; i.e., as something to interpret, as well as various interpretations about my arguments he makes that I want to correct (e.g., his narrowing of the word “Nazi” to make it all but useless at spotting and critiquing fascism as a widespread phenomenon).
• “Critiquing Solomon’s Response”: The body of the essay, which critiques Solomon’s cop-like approach; re: as a white straight moderate whose fatphobia, medicalized language and other bigotries uphold Capitalist Realism.
• “Abashed the Devil Stood”: An addition to this essay’s NSFW portion, which features models who agreed to appear in the essay itself; i.e., to counter and combat Solomon’s fatphobia, transphobia, racism, and other bigotries—with their bodies’ art and subsequent labor value.
• “Conclusion and Postscript”: Wraps things up, explaining why I won’t debate Solomon in the future (and why his defense of Daniel Pekic is highly sus).

Abstract: Cops, Whores, and Capitalist Realism

We’ve already established the purpose of this essay. Its thesis argument concerns Capitalist Realism, or Mark Fisher’s observation that it’s easier for most people to imagine the end of the world than the end of Capitalism (with whores being viewed as such). My thesis, here, is: “Cops pimp whores to maintain Capitalist Realism, doctors are cops, and Solomon Nelson, vis-à-vis our exchange, is playing doctor.” In turn, ACAB but also ASAB; i.e., cops serve the state, and neither is your friend. Despite how they announce/disguise themselves, capital rapes by design, and cops—reactionary or moderate—serve capital through Capitalist Realism. Now, let’s outline the basic parts; i.e., how I use them versus Solomon and capital.

As a trans sex worker Gothicist, I specialize in aesthetics, particularly that of sex workers and their alien, hauntological (retro-future) fetishization by state powers (especially tokenism, which we won’t explore here; re: “Regarding Tokenism and Fighting It“). This abjection process (us versus them; re: Kristeva) operates through a structure that relies upon routine invasion; i.e., of us by the state having made us alien, including our routine dismemberment via superiority aesthetics, therefore purity arguments that are patriarchal, from the outset, but also heteronormative, Cartesian and settler-colonial under Imperialism being the highest, oldest form of Capitalism. “Capitalism sexualizes everything,” and all workers are pimped by capital to some degree; i.e., those with more privilege historically-materially prone to betray worker rights for state’s rights: men pimp men, women pimp other women and minorities, whores of privilege pimp whores with less privilege, and so on.

Yet state arguments, particularly those of logic, are trumped by function as logical and illogical (Gothic)—meaning how we revolutionary whores use such things in reverse; i.e., during oppositional praxis, our class, culture, and race consciousness (from Marx to us) versus state-induced dormancy through anesthesia, lobotomy and euthanasia—all medical terms enforcing a built-in genocidal status quo, enjoyed and enforced by straight, male, white moderates like Solomon Nelson: nature versus the state, where women (or those treated like women, including minorities of different kinds) are abused in their literal and figurative sleep, only to have their testimony ignored: “Antonia will perceive her dishonor, but be unaware of her ravisher” (source: “YesterWeird: The Monk by Matthew Lewis, Chapters 6 & 7″).

All of this is criminogenic, meaning dogma for the process of abjection. Yet fetishizing power cuts both ways; e.g., there’s no Rubens monopoly and nothing men of reason fear more than a naked pissed-off woman they can’t control; her voyeurism irks them to no end, precisely because it testifies against state actors.

(artists: Persephone van der Waard and Cuwu; see: “Cuwu’s Hand in Forming Ludo-Gothic BDSM“)

Whores argue historically from positions of systemic disadvantage—preyed upon by state forces for our biology since ancient times, but also our labor value in other forms, namely culture (e.g., religion, gender) and race. “Gaslight, gatekeep, girl boss”; we take our power back, stolen from us on the Aegis—i.e., as something cops of any sort cannot monopolize—but where we break said monopoly in visibly combative ways; e.g., Cuwu and I, above, but also my other friends (e.g., Nyx, next page), who are thinkers and activists to a similar degree through a shared pedagogy of the whore: our cryptonymy process showing and hiding whatever we require. Gaslight this!

To varying degrees of oppression, nature is something for men of reason to pimp, shame, humiliate, dehumanize and destroy behind various cloaked advertisements; i.e., the cryptonymy of American Liberalism and Western values: antagonize nature as monstrous-feminine[1] and put it cheaply to work, capital sexualizes all labor/nature differently (re: “A Cruel Angel’s (Modular) Thesis” and “Thesis Body“). Function is anisotropic, we whores reversing abjection through oppositional cryptonymy to shrink profit, ergo the state and its traitors. Cops, then, are traitors to labor who defend privatization for the state; a whore is anything cops can pimp (through moderate-to-reactionary degrees), not just out-and-out sex workers; a pimp is a cop; and doctors (or those acting as doctors) can pimp merely by turning a blind eye: Solomon Nelson looking the other way/defending the state through Capitalist Realism as cops do, versus vocally challenging billionaires when confronted by an educated whore like me saying the quiet part out loud: state fictions versus worker fictions, telling truth through lies (aka darkness visible; re: “Of Darkness and the Forbidden“).

(artist: Nyx)

Except now I’ve brought friends; e.g., past collaborations (re: Nyx, left) but also fresh ones, too (see: “Abashed the Devil Stood”); i.e., a poetic show of solidarity and expression defying state notions of “logical” superiority (and its assorted baggage) conducive to police violence, including medical violence (e.g., the denial of healthcare). Development is a war of mirrors, breaking Capitalist Realism on the Aegis (re: “On Giving Birth“)! Ass back, land back! Behold our smoldering backsides, our peachy rumps, our eyes of chaos and confusion! To camp Marx, “The tradition of all dead [whores] weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living” (source: “The Eighteenth Brumaire”,” 1852); so does history repeat once in tragedy and then in farce beyond what Marx envisioned—for our needs (re: “Making Marx Gay“). We make things gay because we must! Marx was the start, not the end!

Under capital, the state is always straight (re: “Understanding Vampires“), white, able and right, etc, and we fatties, fags, non-whites, whores and disabled folk, etc, are always fucked—framed as hysterical, sick, ob*se, and/or afflicted with rapid-onset dysphoria, etc. At the same time, Capitalism is a hyperobject versus Communism, another hyperobject, across Pax Americana as a structure, not an event (re: Wolfe); i.e., a settler colony and police state enforced across different registers, by different actors ignoring due process violations—meaning those currently happening in America[2] but also the history of ongoing genocides, whenever it suits them during Capitalist Realism (we’ll get to that, with Solomon): dressed up in medicalized cryptonymy furthering abjection; e.g., euthanasia, eradication, extermination, purification, development, civilization, “progress,” etc. This obfuscation goes for land and labor alike, but also monstrous language; i.e., whores are monsters. So if doctors want to examine my friends and I, we’ll be naked for the procedure, and on territory where we hold the cards.

Despite Solomon’s quickness to blanket-dismiss my work, it still has value; e.g., my research on Metroidvania, ludo-Gothic BDSM, Amazons, and Tolkien; i.e., as Phyllis rides Aristotle like an ass—a lesson, game and critique all in one, but also a special chance for double standards to come out despite moderates trying to deny they exist. Nothing is more controlled than sex, and nerds can be cops that prudishly control sex through mirror and virgin/whore syndrome. Whether Solomon does or doesn’t remains to be seen. But our nudity inverts the nuclear order treating exposure as weakness, a psychosexual means of invalidation to strip, slaughter and fleece prey with; instead, it becomes our armor to protect/extradite us from harm and language whores teach with, its ancient-yet-newfound mysteries speaking to penetrative violence, but also medical, carceral, and/or otherwise: empire is built on the backs of dead whores, who talk back through reenactments of past crimes, but also lessons. Sex is our weapon, our power of rememory we take back from the state (re: “The Roots of Trauma“); i.e., from the imprecise, fuzzy areas of the human condition (and its monstrous-feminine language) that whores occupy. We’re unicorns to capture and study by those who formally reject us, the memory that reason forgets.

(artist: Persephone van der Waard)

So do whores reclaim their power in ways cops can’t disguise, discount, or otherwise defeat through routine betrayal. Except the state won’t protect cops when things get bad; it will cannibalize them outright, or force them to punch down—i.e., during the usual Radcliffean nightmares of class (re: Jameson) wedded to culture and race: to dutifully expose and banish the whore so the state saves them, the cop(s), for last. Sure, one whore’s a madwoman to dismiss easily enough; a group of whores profane, thus threaten, the Protestant ethic (and its secular veneer)—one whose smug dismissal by in-group members like Solomon demonstrates what they and theirs care about: our obedience towards the nuclear model from Rome, onwards, submitting to its various ideas of destiny on and into the present moment (e.g., biology or geography tied to race; re: “Canonical Essentialism“).

Per Gothic, the home is alien and doomed while scapegoating others, stealing their babies, labor and land; we’re the doomsayers, unknitting state designs (whores are classically homewreckers)! Truth is an instrument told through Gothic theatre and beautiful lies (the splendid mendax, per Gothic fakes; re: Hogle’s ghost of the counterfeit[3]), but also bodies and actors argued as “false”; i.e., by white straight men like Solomon Nelson acting in bad faith. The world’s on fire and the Imperial Boomerang’s swung the other way. While media shoved your head up your ass, kindly pull it out before it’s too late?

The Gothic and Its Heretical Food for Thought

Quick sidebar before we start—to introduce readers to ideas relevant to my work on Gothic Communism as holistic, but which we won’t have time unpack, here (read my books): “canon vs camp” effectively describes the process for how sex workers (and other marginalized peoples) survive cops; re: those who defend privatization.

To it, my essay prioritizes Solomon’s response to my video about him, where I’ll essentially be critiquing him based on my definition of cop (always define your terms). We won’t have time to familiarize him to Gothic beyond the basics of my overall work; i.e., Capitalism alienates and sexualizes everything (re: my PhD, “Thesis Body“), doing so to cannibalize labor (and nature) as monstrous-feminine per a system of preferential mistreatment (re: “Nature Is Food“). It does this through cops, which betray through matters of class, culture and race. White moderates are class traitors, official or stochastic.

So while fascists are reactionary and radicalized to bring Imperialism home to empire, moderates enjoy the reasoned, liberal side of the same imperial coin: liberalism and fascism go hand-in-hand, historically defending capital, profit and corporations/the state from workers (through all the usual tools: the monopolies, trifectas and qualities of capital; see: “Paratextual Documents“); i.e., as haunted by themselves per centrist dogma, aka “the Star Wars problem” (or similar stories).

Doctors, by extension, are stochastic traitors of a medicalized sort; i.e., cops stealing through systems of medicalized shame and stigma, pimping the usual suspect as doctors do; e.g., fat and/or trans people: per the Protestant ethic, whoring nature out as for forbidden fruit—something to kettle, redline (divide) and rape (conquer), all to keep state power right where it is. To it, there are four core theories that Gothic praxis relies on: abjection, cryptonymy, hauntology and chronotopes. Abjection performs us versus them, cryptonymy shows/conceals, hauntology embodies retro-future, and chronotopes are time-spaces (e.g., haunted houses, Gothic castles, or castles in the flesh); i.e., spaces and dialogs known for ancient exploitation, of which whore/pimp is the oldest profession, exploitation, monster and revenge for workers vs the state: the Medusa (see: “It Began with a Whisper“).

(artist: Benvenuto Cellini)

This essay contains Neo-Gothic elements for flavor but also critical value/food for thought (re: forbidden fruit) that I specialize in; i.e., for their prominent themes of sin and madness, which the Enlightenment classically rejects through a Puritan ethic, one that Solomon thoroughly embodies, and our own radicalism rejects during rape play (endemic to Gothic; see: footnote). From Walpole’s Otranto (1764) onwards, the Neo-Gothic tradition pointedly critiques the nuclear model in hauntological language; i.e., haunted by rape as a dead giveaway (so to speak); re: how capital (and cops) rape nature as monstrous-feminine through the usual revenge arguments, puns, and replacement fears. Abused on loop, nature returns from its past grave through future workers that cops pimp, thus rape, violating consent: spectres of Marx, to diagnose and chattelize, including doctors. Classically women were property that doctors called “hysterical,” for example. This abuse remains, overwhelming the present era.

As we’ll see, similar biases extend to people of color and fat people, queer folk, etc; i.e., when Imperialism comes home to roost, during the Imperial Boomerang’s grim harvest (re: “Police States“). Fascists hold the sickle, but moderates run interference; i.e., lawyers legalize genocide, and doctors medicalize it, but all cops abuse power for profit. ACAB because they steal our labor by framing it as alien whore, which again, capital rapes by design; we steal it back “on the Aegis,” reminding doctors (who tend to be sanctimonious) how they get mirror and virgin/whore syndrome, too: by using what we got (which we’ll talk about, during the conclusion). Theory is often complex, nudity a potent, subversive means of striping things down to their bare necessities and power! Whores provoke.

To that, whores test Capitalist Realism—as backed by cops’ own inheritance anxieties fearing the bourgeoisie and what they demand of workers: routine sacrifice, which reactionaries and moderates foist onto various minorities during the Protestant ethic damning some workers; i.e., while declaring to the world, “We [white straight male workers] will not be replaced!” Per Parenti, fascism is a false rebellion, which moderacy maintains through centrism as a trolley problem (one haunted by vaso vagal theatrics, flight/flight/fawn confusion and oscillation, incels, medical isolation, divine judgement, imposturous authorities, endless surveillance, uncertain projection/doubles, fatal attraction and retro-future nostalgia, war and rape culture, etc): our power as something they fetishize and steal in tandem.

Despite a staunch adherence to the aesthetic of logic, moderates worship the elite like fearsome gods, but also their dogmatic worldview. Furthermore, the Gothic concerns courtship under ambiguous circumstances; we’re the avenger branded as heretic, reprobate whore since before we were born. But it’s precisely our fellow workers we have to watch out for across all registers—sometimes women (and other token parties), but always cops. Doctors are cops, anyone who challenges them (thus Capitalist Realism) a heretic to belittle, witch to burn, animal to tame, and/or whore to harvest by the Great Destroyer/walking Numinous: a bastard boogeyman, black-knight unheimlich “getting’ medieval” on our asses, hyphenating sex and force, love and hate, etc. The call classically comes from inside the house!

 

All of these poetic devices boil down, as the Gothic historically does, through dialectical-material context. To it, activism challenges police violence through the latter’s abjection process; i.e., us versus them = abjection, which class, culture and race war can further or reverse to aid/disrupt profit; re: Capitalism alienates and sexualizes everything to defend or abjure according to all the usual phobias and their arguments: state’s rights vs worker rights, the whore’s revenge vs the pimp’s seeking land back, labor back, sex back, monsters back. This includes doctors vs fatness as a health epidemic to shame in all the usual ways… and which we’ll apply to Solomon Nelson as something of a cop, in that regard.

Explaining My Basic Approach

I’m a very busy woman, thus lack the spare time to quote Solomon’s coppery to death. Instead, I’ll be relying on camp, but also summary and paraphrase. Also, despite my expertise in Gothic vernacular and poetic arguments (e.g., cryptonymy and the abjection process furthering or challenging genocide; again, see: “Paratextual Documents” for all of these terms), I’ve chosen to mostly omit them, here: for more commonplace language that Solomon probably knows. My doing so nonetheless remains an interpretation; i.e., of Solomon’s arguments, albeit as an academic would, and while trying not to confuse him (even though I very easily could/doubtlessly will because my arguments will sound alien to Solomon—not wholly unknown, but nonetheless foreign, hence worthy of dismissal and disdain through his usual approach defending Capitalism). That doesn’t mean I can’t have fun “while in Rome”; i.e., I’m an academic campy whore, which informs my basic satirical approach, versus unironically aping the Romans: Solomon represents the West “in action,” hence gives an avenue to critique the latter through the former.

To that, it’s not so much what he literally said, verbatim, that I critique and more how I interpret it, while taking my time and having fun; i.e., per my antifascist expertise, which targets neoliberalism and white moderates, but also different abuses committed by medical professionals—actual or de facto—playing the pimp (thus cop); re: white moderates are fascists with more/different masks, including doctors achieving fatphobic, transphobic and whorephobic aims, etc.

To summarize Solomon’s response to my original critique (re: “White Moderates Debating Nazis“), he assigns blame to me like a doctor would; i.e., calmly and coldly calling it my fault how the Left is divided, while hypocritically branding me an intellectual snob who pushes for a Utopian worldview that “Marx would roll in his grave about.” Solomon’s projection/prejudice and gaps in his debatable knowledge about Marx aside—and comments about Marx himself aside (who I critique for his own homophobia; re: “Making Marx Gay“)—Solomon’s polemic versus me is full of strawmen; i.e., that blame the victim (which trans and fat people are, under Capitalism) while fixating on a narrow, profoundly unuseful definition of “Nazi”: one moored to the Nazi party and Adolf Hitler from nearly a century prior.

This interpretation of, and deviation from, my own arguments by Solomon is an important distinction, so I want to dissect it a bit before we proceed. In Solomon’s own words, “A Nazi subscribes to Hitler’s far-right, authoritarian ideology—marked by extreme racism, authoritarianism, and genocidal intent; that doesn’t describe Daniel, and so calling him a Nazi is slander” (re: “My Reply to Persephone van der Waard”; timestamp: 3:12, below).

Solomon is incorrect on multiple levels. Most important is how “Nazi” does not have a single definition, as he purports:

• One, “Nazi” as I use it, is synonymous with “fascist,” which I will explain more in a moment; nevertheless, it doesn’t exclusively “belong” to Hilter in the present moment (e.g., Neo-Nazis), nor did it in past forms of American fascism while Hitler was alive (e.g., the American Nazi bund, but also the KKK and their own neo-medieval orders and terminologies).
• Two, there are groups comparable to Nazis in function, if not in name—again the KKK, Proud Boys, and similar cryptofascists, but essentially anyone who isn’t a flag-waving Nazi; i.e., anyone who has fascist qualities that, for all intents and purposes, are alt-right, ultra conservative, or otherwise palingenetic ultranationalist to varying but also modular degrees (see: Umberto Eco’s “14 Points“). To that, Solomon gives three things (four, if you include Hilter) to define a Nazi; Eco provides fourteen, but also treats fascism as a global affair that goes well beyond the Germans. These groups also carry different names; i.e., for the same basic ideas borrowed by the Nazis from Italy (chiefly “fascism” the word and the Roman salute), but also American geopolitics’ own Manifest Destiny (re: Bad Empanada’s “How the USA Inspired the Nazis“); e.g., Western chauvinist, race realist, pro-European, and white nationalist, etc—all comporting as fascist through dogwhistle and disguise: you can be a Nazi without advertising as one, across a polity of fascist offshoots.
• Three, “Nazi” is a broad label that applies to fascist people; it also is a common insult used to describe someone who is strict—i.e., in a variety of ways that aren’t comparable to Nazis (e.g., “femi-Nazi” or “grammar Nazi,” etc). Indeed, the unironic usage of “Nazi” + [noun] is a common form of DARVO used by people on the alt-right: “I’m not the Nazi, you’re the Nazi!” as well as obscuring what Nazis are through stolen language—a technique called “obscurantism,” which the Nazis (and similar historical forms of fascism) were known to do; e.g., the Nazis called themselves “national socialists,” which one, didn’t accurately describe them to start with, and two, they stole from German leftists who were killed during the German Revolution (1918-1919), but also from Hilter’s situational frenemies, the Strasserites (who he later killed, after assuming power). In short, Nazis—and by extension all fascists—lie, cheat and steal as a political modus operandi, making their synonymizing with fascism in general (as well as establishment politics in Western countries) historically apt.

However, the legality of calling someone a Nazi also needs to be acknowledged:

• Four, it isn’t a crime in America to call someone a Nazi (not yet, anyways), nor anything comparable to a Nazi (e.g., like a certain American hard rock band who just happen to be “pro-Confederate,” above); it also is not a crime to be a Nazi, in America (more on this in point six).
• Five, it isn’t slander in America to call someone a Nazi, insofar as doing so is a matter of opinion, not defamation; i.e., you can’t be guilty of doing so because doing so is not a crime, but it also isn’t defamation—meaning you can’t be liable for it unless the statement is provably false (again, more on this is point six). And don’t just take my word for it; take it from Noah Samsen, who explains after receiving a letter of intent (from accusing Ethan Klein of supporting genocide): “For someone to be to be found liable for defamation, there’s a few bars that need to be reached. First, the plaintiff must establish that the allegedly defamatory claim is a statement of fact; next, that statement of fact must be provably false; it also must have caused demonstrable damages to the plaintiff’s finances or reputation; and lastly, the statement has to have been made with actual malice. ‘Actual malice’ is a legal standard; it’s the highest legal standard for defamation claims and it’s only applied to public figures. Basically it means the defamatory statements have to have been made with the existing knowledge that these statements were false” (source: “Ethan Klein Lawsuit Response”; timestamp: 8:59). All of these bars must be met, not just one.
• Six, calling someone a Nazi is not the same thing as calling them a criminal or sex offender (see: point four); i.e., someone cannot be arrested in America for being a Nazi or a fascist, because both (and all their variations) are a political belief, which constitutes free speech; re: to call someone a Nazi is not calling them a criminal, therefore isn’t slander according to American law because Nazis are protected by free speech for their opinions. For instance, Tentinger Law firm writes, “An opinion is [not] considered defamation. The First Amendment, which guarantees freedom of speech, protects statements of pure opinion from being considered defamation. / For example, an online review of a doctor stating the doctor is ‘rude’ or a ‘jerk’ is not defamatory. Those are expressions of opinion. But a statement that a person is a criminal or a sex offender, if false, are defamatory. Those are statements of fact that can be proven false” (source). Again, calling someone a Nazi is not the same thing as calling them a criminal, but equivalent—in legal terms, that is—to calling them a jerk, asshole, or bigot. It’s an opinion, and opinions, by their very nature, are unfalsifiable: you can’t prove them true or false because they’re subjective and, more to the point, not policed speech.

In conversational terms, “Nazi” as I use it = fascist, but it doesn’t strictly equal Hilter and the ideology of the Third Reich. This tragic reduction is Solomon’s approach—mine being a far broader and more applicable usage conducive towards universal liberation from capital and its bourgeois Superstructure; i.e., my research (a form of opinion) synonymizing “Nazi” with “fash” more broadly on a modular spectrum, one that applies to post-Hitlerian examples (re: Eco). “Nazi,” as I use it, is purposefully broad because it allows for speculative richness, hence people like myself (a trans sex worker and scholar of fascism) to call out bigotry more easily than white moderates classically do; re: I am an antifascist by trade, and Nazi as I use it = fash, crypto(fascist) or not. To reference Eco, himself: “While Eco is firm in claiming ‘There was only one Nazism,’ he says, ‘the fascist game can be played in many forms, and the name of the game does not change'” (ibid.). So while not all fascists are technically Nazis, and all Nazis are technically fascist, the distinction is frankly moot; i.e., when the whole point of its making is to highlight someone acting fascist at all. Nazi, then, has become imprecise shorthand: to identify a broad spectrum of things beyond Hilter and zee boys.

Keeping all of that in mind, I’m a researcher/educator who uses “Nazi” to describe Solomon and Daniel—who are both public figures, specifically YouTubers who were already responding publicly to each other before I weighed in (also on YouTube)—for behaving in ways comparable to Nazis; i.e., my “You’re a Nazi!” statement, which was made by me about both men, effectively being an opinion, and one given by a researcher of such things knowing it cannot be proven true or false the way I am using it. Calling someone a Nazi is not a statement of fact unless something is said that can be proven false; e.g., saying “Daniel has a Nazi flag in his basement” directly to his employer to try and get him fired (which I did not say or do). This would be true even if we used Solomon’s definition, except I didn’t use “Nazi” the way he did; ergo, his argument is a strawman, and a poor one at that: “That’s just, like, your opinion, man.”

Speaking of which, Nazis classically rely on white moderates who defend them from activism (snobs or otherwise); i.e., in classically medicalized language, amounting effectively to an Imperialism of discourse[5] that moderates police and abject (the foreign plot peppered by various boogey people, Antifa or otherwise). The point is, we’re both nerds, here, with Solomon—despite his hypocritical statements about my snobbery—effectively the pot who calls the kettle black (except I’m the nerdy slut, here, as are my friends Solomon discounts through his attack on our work). And if you don’t believe me, just consider how Solomon constantly talks about “elite-level athletes”; i.e., to validate himself versus Mike Israetel[6] while also flaunting his own relative education (alongside his partner/classmate[?] in the same banner image, below). The functional difference between myself and Solomon owes to how Solomon isn’t an activist; he’s a white moderate who hides his bigotry behind medicalized language, but also nerdy ceremony and regalia: rackets to fleece students, but also perches to crow from (commonly to announce, thus advertise, a university’s overestimated dick size)!

Beyond graduation ceremonies, Solomon says he’s “a law-abiding citizen,” that doctors aren’t cops, and not all cops are bad, etc (no mention of genocide; e.g., the Palestinians). It’s the white moderate handbook, used from Jim Crow onwards; i.e., to maintain “peace” as a white man’s word in a white man’s world, which MLK called, “the presence of negative justice [during] the absence of tension” (source).

The difference is dialectical-material function. Through my achievements, labor and output, I marry African-American civil rights activism to queer people, disabled folk and minority sex workers, etc; crowing his own achievements, Solomon ignores centuries of abuse from doctors serving the profit motive as cops do—e.g., classically white male doctors calling women “hysterical” while lobotomizing them[7] or committing them to mental institutions (also called hospitals), while also sterilizing Indigenous Peoples/people of color while attacking fat people and trans people as doctors also do. “Rioting is the voice of the unheard,” said MLK, and doctors commonly sterilize that versus finding consensus concerning Capitalism; i.e., as the source for so much widespread harm, including genocide whitewashed by moderates (male or not, white or not): dead souls, dead generations, dead whores, dead planets. Mad science is mad medicine.

To it, Solomon never challenges my calling him a white moderate, nor does he provide any evidence for his rebuttals beyond the regular approach white moderates abuse: calling my statements “false”; i.e., as a position to assign by an in-group member styling himself “logical” (from Aristotle onwards), yet ignoring the evidence all around him. He acknowledges genocide, yet does nothing to critique it or billionaires; i.e., by insisting how the world can never change beyond what it currently is. He’ll denounce individual cases of overt, mask-off fascism and bigotry (e.g., homophobia), but not the status quo that leads criminogenically to such things on a global level; i.e., billionaires, presidents, and military leaders, but also medical doctors and those playing at medical doctors (unless Solomon is a doctor but if so, he’s still not exempt from bigotry or criticism).

In short, Solomon’s arguments uphold and demonstrate Capitalist Realism per a medicalized Protestant ethic, one quick to dismiss the entirety of my evidence and largely through a transphobic and fatphobic lens calling us “dubious”; e.g., “ADAB” (All Doctors Are Bad), from A.T.A.C.K. Issue 9 Feb 24 (source); i.e., as part of my trans-woman history working alongside fat people—specifically fat sex workers like Sinead, below—towards fat/universal liberation versus partial clemency (which white moderates attain and uphold, across all registers). Solomon’s a pedantic gatekeeper policing Omelas, and silence through selective arguments don’t help his case when called out.

(artist: Sinead Rhiannon)

The rest of this script shall explain/explore Solomon’s white moderacy and medical aesthetic per Capitalism Realism; i.e., in my professional opinion as a trans educator and sex worker activist having worked with fat people in the past (re: my book series being about Capitalist Realism, specifically sex workers liberating themselves through iconoclastic art): as someone critiquing a public figure talking about other public figures while being a public figure, herself. We’ll also extend my critique of Solomon’s moderate fatphobia to other bigotries, as well. —Perse

Critiquing Solomon’s Response

Through our aforementioned Realism, Solomon overlooks systemic bigotries; i.e., not just within the medical industry and its own industrial complex harming fat people and various minorities, but other industries doing the same; e.g., the Vitruvian body standard coming from Eugene Sandow as part of the Nazi-American sponsoring of the modern Olympics, thus the bodybuilding industry’s conspicuously eugenics-flavored, ethnocentric, white-supremacist body logic; re: the ob*se slur and BMI, which Solomon refuses to critique while calling my sources “dubious.” In doing so, he’s showing his ass, which is to say his privilege and bias; i.e., he fails to address how my critiques borrow from fat people, meaning workers accustomed to hearing “ob*se” being used in a medical setting that is harmful unto itself; re: “ADAB” but also those who gave me “ADAB” to read—not to abolish all doctors, period, but the medical profession tied to profit, which the acronym refers to.

Despite its dubious medical usage, ob*se retains a slur functionality because it comes from a model of measurement—BMI—that is, unto itself, classically racist, ableist and prone to misuse against different target minorities; i.e., from the Enlightenment and Cartesian Revolution onwards: thinking beings vs extended beings, the latter “of nature” as things to measure and destroy by scientist men of the European colonial order out of the past into the present (re: Patel and Moore’s A History of the World in Seven Cheap Things). Fat is just another symptom and casualty of that order under capital as statuesque, embodied by men like Solomon; i.e., as “of the West,” their hauntological arguments vying for symmetry as unnatural, manmade, and harmful while cheapening other forms of life and labor.

White moderates champion white supremacy as dogma to raise and flaunt in naked disguise; i.e., the cryptonymy process: “I’m not neutral; I’m just posing next to a marble pillar!” The West is their JO crystal—a double standard to levy against people like myself playfully noting whatever homosocial qualities men like Solomon enjoy/arbitrate: their selective enjoyment, whose physical and vocal impunity colonizes such spheres during reactive abuse (meting out collective punishment through pick-and-choose cases). Nerds aren’t automatically for the state, but white cis-het male nerds classically tone-police nerd culture (and female, non-white, slutty and/or GNC nerds); i.e., through an apex of privilege haunted by embarrassing realities:

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People are media, which commonly communicate virtues like strength and health (which medicine is) in patriarchal forms flowing into ethnocentric ones; i.e., across a polity of registers conducive to policing bodies of a neoliberal, superheroic stature: health as a venue to police across and inside/outside itself—meaning in poetically similar territories while using body language as a symbol of status about health and knowledge, but also health as sex symbols useful to status (and profit); e.g., videogame characters[8] but also doctors; i.e., any who present, whether on purpose or not, as outrageously physical—Plato whose name means “broad shoulders,” from the original historical past, but also men who strive to appear “cut” from the same poetic cloth (re: Solomon, above): strength and knowledge as synonymous, working as a shield wall for state enforcers pimping iconoclastic whores by shaming them in different moderate ways (versus reactionary gag orders and physical abuse). That’s the ruse at play through Solomon’s argument—one he vocalizes through various means while discrediting me and my friends’ work, but specifically our intellectual outreach voiced through sex work as a whole.

All the while, Solomon handwaves any testimony—about the ob*se slur abused by medical professionals—while stating “that’s not what he meant” or how he used it when discussing the profession. Except, a slur is a slur and the history (and testimony of fat people) remains the same; i.e., regardless of where the slur is used. And if you don’t believe me, try the same trick with the n-word (a classically medicalized term, per plantation dialogs) and see where that gets you, Solomon—specifically n*gro. The point is, slurs often derive out of medical usage to control marginalized populations; i.e., through medical misuse and statistical abuse (often the underreporting of necrometrics or overreporting of crime statistics); e.g., “homosexual” having a medicalized purpose versus sodomite (re: Foucault), but which doesn’t strictly factor as a slur across the board unless being shortened to “homo”: because it has been relatively reclaimed versus the n-word (either version), but can still be a slur if used in a police-like way (as transsexual is; e.g., transmedicalists but also transphobia as rooted in biological essentialism, which doctoral canon [of a regressive sort] maintains).

In other words, doctors and their entire language have a class, culture and race character to them; i.e., like all workers do, the entirety existing in praxial opposition, therefore duality as a dialectical-material concern. So while the ob*se slur hasn’t been reclaimed, but rejected by the fat community viewing it as slur—one currently being used/policed by bigoted medical professionals saying “prove it” to their victims (the gaslight being bedside manner)—it also has as a medical history to it. The various histories these various words impart exist out of sync, but frequently synergize within a larger bailiwick serving the same profit motive; i.e., to different imperfect degrees that intersectional solidarity must address from inside/outside different marginalized groups—meaning from allies as much as direct recipients: across a holistic pedagogy of the oppressed. Said pedagogy suffers doctors as bad-faith, but also privileged actors who often cause harm, on purpose or not. They’re not gods, but prudish darlings to figuratively kill by critiquing them/showing them our Aegis.

In turn, recipients of these false gods’ tone deafness (and its good or bad intentions) unite in sexually descriptive ways; e.g., black bodies overlap with fat bodies and sex work advertising idiosyncratic oppression with intersecting voices: speaking collectively on the various ways the state polices workers, one and all, through modular bigotries. None of these words are “equal,” but their slur statuses nonetheless determine by the people on the receiving end; i.e., of their medical, police-like usage arbitrated through official or stochastic flavors, furthering abjection “on the Aegis.” When the Man comes around, we show him ours and let him hoist himself on his own petard (the Gothic trope of ignominious death): you treat us like chattel, food, and sex toys.

(artist: Rhyna Targaryen)

About that. Ultimately I would implore a degree of awareness from Solomon, but he (and many doctors) insist how context invariably trumps opinion—i.e., regardless if a word is perceived as “slur” or not—because they didn’t mean it as such. Ergo, according to them, it cannot be viewed as such; i.e., when they use it a particular way on a particular register viewed from elsewhere. But that’s historically not how the perception and reception of slurs work—with moral panics tied as much to medical doctrine and legislation as popular media, or vice versa (e.g., Foucault’s homosexual man a juridical subject who—from 1870 onwards—had become a separate species; re: “Understanding Vampires“). To it, doctors—but especially non-marginalized doctors—tend to be extraordinarily tone deaf. In turn, they go on to historically tone-police others who call them out for their clumsy use of language; i.e., similar to lawyers, they behave with immunity as privileged members of a police state that weaponizes doctors against their patients (willing or otherwise).

The fact remains, Solomon is a YouTube educator of medical information, one whose audience goes beyond he and his fellow straight men; e.g., myself as someone who hears the word “ob*se” and is triggered by it; i.e., from to my own research and work alongside other marginalized workers.

History shows how fatphobia, racism and homophobia ultimately aren’t separate, then or now (which includes medieval history and Protestant revivals; i.e., of gluttony arguments foisted onto conversational spheres with Puritanical, medicalized flavors)—instead overlapping through the usual medicalized abuse seen in bodybuilding and its neighboring fields bleeding into regular conversation: doctors act superior in white moderate ways; e.g., Solomon smirking for the camera when I call him out for not addressing Daniel’s homophobic language—his smug face condescending while caught out, and me basically having to twist his arm for him say some fairly uncontroversial things, which he reluctantly and sardonically does (my translation): “Of course I think homophobia is bad, but that goes without saying!” In other words, “I’m not fat shaming, I’m diagnosing!”

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These aren’t mutually exclusive, my dude, and you’re not as slick as you think you are (the pimp monopolizing nerdiness for you and yours, not we sluts). Doctors seldom blame capital, but rather capital’s victims; i.e., as people to scapegoat through personal responsibility—the refrain of neoliberalism—despite everything the state forces upon us; i.e., you are what you eat, including food and drugs, but also diets of simulacra (re: Plato’s copy of that which never existed—egregores).

With egg on his face, Solomon doesn’t say “mea culpa” and move on; he uses his omission to shield himself against criticism—not as something to educate people about bigotry with, ahead of time, but a handy excuse to explain his own silence, post hoc. It’s a shaming device that deflects minority voices (which I am, being a trans woman who works alongside other minorities); i.e., a coercive tactic written all over his straight white face (above): “I’m a smarty pants, and my intellectual status doesn’t just trump fat people’s feelings/experience, but reality itself.” It’s force of will insisting fat isn’t healthy while ignoring the detriments that Capitalism forces through genocide; re, Marx’s Kapital: “Capital is dead labour, which, vampire-like lives only by sucking living labor” (which I critique in vampiric language; see: “Understanding Vampires“). Ergo, Solomon sucks; he’s the vamp without the camp, bleeding his fellows dry by keeping mum yet courting his own reflection (viewed in other men who apologize to him and his ilk; re: Daniel apologizing to Solomon’s friend, Lyle, not to queer people as a whole).

Bias is bias, silence genocide by virtue of Capitalist Realism dehumanizing the harvest (workers and nature) as doctors do. To it, Solomon is often quite vocal through medical language that he hides behind, doing so to achieve said Realism; i.e., which he lionizes for simply being “neutral,” hence something for him to abuse with impunity (despite veering off into non-medical slang such as “drug pig” to insult his opponents, mid-diagnosis, when such superiority suits him). Few things are as controlled as human bodies, and Solomon is part of that.

It’s also something for minorities (such as black people) to assimilate through imitation (as well as various mass-produced and tolerated drug use, but also rape; e.g., Shawn Roden; see: “Problems with the Accused, and Bias against Women“). Yet Solomon spuriously argues that I’m guilty of racism by saying that his arguments apply specifically to white people; i.e., “white gym rats,” as I call them. He’s missing the point, which is how people of color within said system can heed said arguments all they want, but do so within a system for which they must assimilate, and one Solomon is quiet about; i.e., Frantz Fanon’s “black skin, white mask” argument occurring pointedly through a prescriptive body image that imitates the colonizer business model—one rife with medical malpractice, drug abuse, and white supremacy as fat shaming “immodest” bodies through modular bigotries that classically intersect as needed.

To it, supremacy isn’t just mask-off fascism, but moderate forms of advocacy by white actors like Solomon; re: fat shaming through the ob*se slur and BMI; i.e., people who share his views are relatively white supremacist—meaning on a spectrum, by virtue of statuesque arguments that Solomon (and his friends) make through a larger body dialectic: correct bodies vs incorrect bodies, which includes skinny vs fat having its own healthy/unhealthy and black/white dichotomy that is profoundly racist (doctors colonize) and, more often than not, largely overblown/riddled with dated colonial stereotypes forcing fat people to be commonly disbelieved by their own doctors about their own bodies (e.g., Mainely Mandy’s “Good Fatty vrs Bad Fatty,” 2021).

To it, it’s entirely possible that fat people can be healthy despite their excess bodyweight, but also their blood work alongside a variety of other factors; even if they aren’t, fatphobia remains a bigotry exhibited first and foremost by doctors, which Solomon is suitably acting like by virtue of his own fatphobic cosmetic: something to prescribe through a “healthy” (thus legitimate) body image tied to the Protestant ethic (namely lifting weights), and whose systemic problems he largely overlooks in favor of a billboard body that looks good according to him; i.e., his contempt—specifically for fat bodies—extends to other oppressed groups like drug users, which he visually shames according to a preconceived notion of the healthy but also “correct” body image: doctor vs drug pig. He’s still a bigot, just a white moderate one obsessed with physical fitness to shame fat bodies to a medicalized degree, ipso facto. He doesn’t have to state, “I hate fat people”; i.e., to effectively belittle them as “morbidly ob*se,” in no uncertain terms. Dogma is dogma, and doctors shame fat people for profit all the time; i.e., while dressing it up as “for our own good” (fat or otherwise; e.g., trans people, who they routinely deny healthcare towards, then claim they’re merely following the law—the cop argument).

Furthermore, overlooking all of this while various genocides continue to unfold amounts to genocide apologia, which unto itself operates on a gradient of silence and inaction, Solomon’s of the shrug-your-shoulders variety versus outright denial. So does all of fascism/ American liberalism follow the same modular approach; i.e., Daniel Pekic is Malcolm X’s ravenous wolf, and Solomon Nelson, the smiling fox (analogy source: speech, 1963). They’re not to be trusted; they are the enemy of the world the elite historically-materially exploit through capital, because both men won’t challenge said exploitation enough to prevent it. Solomon, in particular, doesn’t care enough to try once called out—with words like heteronormative, Cartesian, and settler-colonial completely outside his normal vocabulary (thus audience): his YouTube videos.

For example, Solomon defends the elite when provoked; i.e., including billionaires being part-and-parcel to similar Great Men of History (e.g., Bill Gates or Napoleon, which I mention according to Solomon’s defense of nerds from Daniel Pekic attacking him, to begin with), but also their lowly defenders; re: Daniel, who needs more than a half-hearted apology to a single person—not entire groups of people he was insulting with his clear-and-obvious bigotry—for me to humor anything he says. By defending Daniel as Solomon clearly does—but also Capitalism and cops (doctors or otherwise, but especially doctors classically abusing women, whores, people of color and/or disabled folks, etc)—Solomon’s a white moderate who tone-polices minority educators to excuse his own relative hand in genocide: playing dumb to partake in what he considers “fun”; e.g., he treats comedy and artwork, hence all popular media, as the opposite of systemic critique; i.e., calling anything else “Utopian,” therefore impolite, irresponsible, violent, etc.

“Nothing good ever came on the backdrop of world peace,” Solomon says. This is a dogwhistle, specifically a neoliberal one apologizing for manufactured conflict, scarcity and consent. “War is good,” in Solomon’s mind—a perverse and pervasive means of testing one’s mettle in a world that cannot exist without it, thus its victims: whores with non-white bodies, insofar as “non-white” translates to anything immodest—and which pro-state doctors muzzle for being “fat and sassy” (see: my arguments on the whore’s revenge; re: “Rape Reprise“). Doctors are cops, and the oldest cops of all are pimps (which Cartesian nerds classically are; re: “Men of Reason Suck“).

(artist: Blxxd Bunny)

As such, Solomon functions as a neoliberal, hence cop through the medicalization of such things; re: policing bodies to varying degrees and stigmatized qualities that overlap with other congenital-to-comorbid disorders (with Bunny being GNC and ace, having struggled with their body image for years, above). They police fatness as automatically unhealthy despite if it is or not, and despite any unhealthiness having been caused by capital, which doctors don’t treat.

Per that refrain, Solomon sucks; i.e., again, in my professional opinion; re: as a sex worker/educator outside of academia who, quite often, uses academic phrasing and thesis material to bolster her own statements for educational purposes. These are my own opinions levied against other public figures based on publicly available information, hence aren’t slander as accused by Solomon, in his own video; i.e., they are not statements of fact made as knowingly false and with malice, but opinion: malice doesn’t legally apply to opinion, meaning its legal standard regarding public figures, which Solomon and Daniel both are. My YouTube channel description is clear about my educator’s status (below), and I may critique and satirize both men (and their allies) till the cows come home. Daniel and Solomon suck, because capital sucks and they both uphold it, but Solomon does so to a medicalized, white moderate degree.

This being said, my educator standings and approach aren’t always obvious in my YouTube videos, themselves. But this owes to how said videos are often conversational, loose—not the end all, be all of my broader work (re: my six-volume book series on Gothic Communism) but something to relax to while giving those I critique as much time as I feel like. As such, I don’t debate Nazis; i.e., fascist people who fall on a modular spectrum of behaviors, beliefs and projections (re: Eco). Again, Nazis are synonymous with fascism at large, hence fall under a broad umbrella that includes white moderates, and certainly doesn’t reduce (as Solomon argues) to out-and-out, confessed examples from (or longing for) Nazi Germany and Adolf Hitler. Hitler was a copycat, stealing from Mussolini and more to the point, America and its own successful genocides policing workers, en masse; i.e., multiple and ongoing hate campaigns that continue into the present (and which doctors assist in by aiding the profit motive).

(source: “White Moderates Debating Nazis”; timestamp: 1:00:52)

So if someone like Daniel Pekic says openly and outrageously bigoted shit, I’m gonna call it like it is; i.e., by attaching them to the same problematic spectrum—not coddling them or trying to invent reasons to defend them from critique, as Solomon clearly does (despite him vocally recognizing Daniel’s “fascist undertones”). Life’s too short, and we’re frankly in the middle of multiple genocides and climate change; i.e., resulting from and pursuant to the rise of fascism, which Solomon ignores per Capitalist Realism: during a white moderate approach lionizing his own worldview as tied, suitably enough, to the Vitruvian model as fatphobic, therefore racist. Bigots are selective about their body types; moderates medicalize that bigotry and stigma in “neutral” language they routinely betray or abuse: however they see fit (with Solomon cherry-picking my arguments to pick-and-choose his attack, versus replying to my queries; e.g., my question, “What’s refreshing about Daniel’s homophobia, again?” which Solomon never answers, above).

Except, there’s nothing “polite” about whitewashing genocide, which is precisely what defending fascism is (and what moderates do). Silence is genocide, and Solomon is silent about fat/trans liberation from the myopic body language (and jargon) he advertises. Doctors are cops, including de facto doctors coddling fascism’s dumber elements, fooled by pictures with colors including charts (which neoliberals love to abuse, below):

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Defending capital through inaction and silence is a grave mistake—one that white liberals like Solomon reliably make while “failing” to meaningfully challenge fascism: the party of law and order whose Silent Majority (from Nixon, onwards) blames the victim for dividing and conquering themselves, versus capital demonstrably having done so for centuries; re: in a Cartesian, thus medical dialectic that favors straight white men and their systems of power again alienizing fat folk, people of color with non-white bodies through BMI, and trans people as equally policed through doctors, too. And if Solomon wants to prove me otherwise, he need only vocalize how billionaires suck, as well as Capitalism and the Enlightenment/modernity per the Cartesian model abusing workers in medicalized language; i.e., as illustrated by the very athleticism he attacks in one breath, and defends in another while punching down politely against other sex, gender and body types; re: nature as monstrous-feminine, alien, criminal, sick, other.

Again according to Solomon, it’s my and academia’s fault that capital exploits workers (essentially raping them, my argument). In short, he’s complicit, which goes beyond his medical language and aesthetic, alone; e.g., his touting of various logical word games working on par with New Atheists like Richard Dawkins and Christopher Hitchens’ own sexism, ableism, racism and Islamophobia, but also Rationality Rules’ own transphobia; i.e., as having medicalized elements that routinely play out through the same rhetorical tricks, ludology (next page) and medical aesthetic used by Solomon (e.g., Essence of Thought’s “Rationality Rules Screws Up the Science on Trans Athletes, Again,” 2019).

To it, bigotry is bigotry by virtue of function, not aesthetic, and white straight men with a medical bias don’t have monopolies on any of these things: treating our survival (speaking out) as a game they can monopolize. Cartesian thought gonna Cartesian thought, abstaining from what they kettle and destroy by depriving marginalized peoples of their voice, thus autonomy (e.g., doctors and patients, but also gamers). Think MTG or Pokémon, but lamer (and more racist and fat/transphobic).

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Again, cops can be nerds, and police through nerd culture; e.g., like Solomon does against moi. This includes Solomon’s flat refusal to engage with my arguments’ content—calling everything illogical because I mistrust his usage of such things; re: he doesn’t challenge my statements about his white moderacy defending Daniel as fascist, ipso facto, but does blame me for society’s woes; i.e., instead of doctors for profit and the medical industry having fatphobic and racist elements (which fascism is known for, calling them “useless eaters”). Instead, I’m simply “hysterical,” false, alien—all labels assigned by white moderates who dress these insinuations up, effectively saying we’re “asking for it” by prognosis. As such, I’m gatekept by the usual gatekeeper type as white, straight and male; i.e., specifically doctors by virtue of action, therefore function—protecting Omelas from its own scapegoats less by controlled opposition and more sedation through argument. So are patients kept prisoner while crying in the cellar for a chance to be heard.

Furthermore, white moderates commonly disguise their language as Reason itself, a thing to defend from assigned agents of falsehood (which, wouldn’t you know it, are capital’s usual victims, existing on a gradient of oppression and privilege); i.e., Solomon presents himself as using those “superior” devices, while implying I do not, making him moderately transphobic (and poetically averse) in the bargain.

Of course, far worse things have been done using the same exact devices; i.e., medicalized cryptonymy furthering abjection by doctors to greater and greater degrees of genocide; re: euthanasia, extermination, neutralization, development, civilization. This goes for land and labor alike, sexualizing the entire planet as alien (trolley problems calling genocide “progress”; re: Zinn). But in making the world inhospitable for their patients, doctors still enjoy the usual perks given by the state; i.e., as petite-bourgeois agents of control, alienated from nature as something the state polices to assimilative degrees. Logic isn’t superior to madness, my dudes; guerrilla warfare proves that fact, time and time again, as does the Numinous (re: “The Quest for Power“). Dressed up in medicalized cryptonymy reversing abjection, this goes for land and labor alike.

Systemic issues aside, Solomon achieves his scapegoat through DARVO arguments that apologize for Daniel’s fascist tendencies; re: that I’m the reason society is divided (versus, I don’t know, Capitalism as a historical-material system of division). I argue for solidarity among the oppressed, not the oppressors acting in bad faith; Solomon says I’m a hypocrite, ostensibly owing to how my teamwork omits Nazis, meaning fascism or those who debate fascist people (re: Solomon). Bitch, please! I can argue for teamwork while excluding harmful parties from a larger team; re: ACAB, and doctors are cops, team proletariat vs team bourgeoisie, the latter which Solomon sides with by refusing to critique Great Men of History like Napoleon, Bill Gates, Alexander the Great, and so on. That comparison flew right over his swollen head.

As a Gothic ludologist and an-Com sex worker trans woman who works with fat people and other minorities, I find Solomon’s idea of teamwork to be woefully anemic and harmful; i.e., whose exclusionary brand deliberately omits me and my friends, relegating “teamwork” to a white moderate’s establishment idea of playing ball with state forces to serve state masters; re: Solomon docking with Daniel (which frankly sounds like an excellent TV show). Again, us versus them = abjection, which class, culture and race war can further or reverse to aid/disrupt profit; re: Capitalism alienates and sexualizes everything to defend or abjure according to all the usual phobias and their arguments: state’s rights vs worker rights, the whore reducing harm during ludo-Gothic BDSM (namely public nudism) to remind state doctors what they have forgotten.

Hence, drawing from Solomon’s various connotative factors (a process of observation, hence inference and deduction, versus quoting him), he blames me for the failures of the Left—in effect blaming everyone I’ve ever worked with for what neoliberalism has achieved through empty words, the latter falling flat as fascism comes home to roost; i.e., while Solomon largely reduces state decay to a historical footnote (re: Hilter’s Germany). You’d think fascism simply didn’t exist, then; i.e., by how calmly Solomon stares at the script and talks about his pet project, bodybuilding: as something to discuss despite genocide happening all around him, as I point out—meaning his fixation with bodybuilding (and its fascist elements/actors) taking up whatever language he could use to discuss those topics vis-à-vis genocide; i.e., something he refuses to do for fear of, in his own words, “reversing course.” For Solomon, that’s what talking about genocide amounts to.

The way I see it, Solomon views discussing genocide, period, as the opposite of what he’s currently about, but also those like him. Doctors are cops, fascist or otherwise, and capital breeds such things to prey on all things different from the status quo; i.e., nature as degenerate; e.g., the Nazis raiding Magnus Hirschfeld’s Institute of Sexology in 1933:

Silence is genocide, including when you devote your voice to something far less important. Discussing genocide for purposes of universal liberation far outweighs discussing bodybuilding to ignore history repeating itself. As such, cops infiltrate, destroying people to defend property by design; re: the Great Men of History argument that Solomon is making and refuses to critique, acting like a pimp, instead, but a smugly white moderate one. Again, he doesn’t slap or deadname me (the bare minimum, I must confess); he simply rolls his eyes when I note his inability to critique Bill Gates, Napoleon, Alexander the Great, and so on. It’s a very low bar and odd hill to die on, but die Solomon does. For him, they simply are, and he can’t see how he’s like those men, too; i.e., insofar as he’ll apologize for state force with state force—with written/spoken argument as much as military weaponry defending the nuclear model as “center of the universe.”

Think of it as Plato’s cave, which Solomon can’t think beyond while inside. Thus he’ll happily tone-police the trans whore educator working with fat folk and other minorities, insisting I’m “not actually on the Left” because I’m a snob and rude bitch; i.e., to call a fash a fash in a quickie YouTube video where frankly politeness isn’t owed or expected. Yet Solomon still thinks that I should be polite; e.g., by deferring to the himbo meathead openly spouting homophobic slurs and attacking intellectualism by his own confession and Solomon’s. It’s not ableism to call someone “a bit dumb” based on their arguments and physical appearance; i.e., Nazis rely on appearances to communicate their arguments; re: Daniel Pekic looks and sounds stupid per an aesthetic with an anti-intellectual function, one Solomon calls “a war on nerds” (which implies white, straight, politically conservative nerds like Solomon, while excluding slutty radical ones like me). It’s very “boundaries for me, not for thee” of Solomon.

Furthermore, not only has politeness towards Nazis never historically worked (see: the Greatest Generation), but to defend a bigot is to be a bigot, yourself; re: a white moderate is a Nazi with more masks of a specific type, but also falsehoods. It’s not ableist to call someone dumb, Solomon; i.e., based on how they look and sound as a matter of performance, of theatre and kayfabe, comedy and drama. “Haha! Gay! So refreshing!” (this is sarcasm—with me calling Solomon out for [again] not meaningfully addressing Daniel’s homophobia before or after my response to him). They’ll blow each other (as bodybuilders) but not the whistle, their ears deaf to the siren’s cries—her macaroni-stirring sounds!

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Jesting aside, Solomon remains curiously more forgiving of men with fascist tendencies than minorities with Communist ones. Likewise, both-sidesing Daniel and myself is a false equivalency unto itself. Except Solomon doesn’t even do that; he defends poor little Daniel from the big, bad “false leftist” (re: I’m abject, false, alien, untrustworthy and so on). In short, Solomon defends the bigot and projects his school of arguments onto me and mine (showing subliminal images of Mike Israetel as he does, who I don’t even agree with/stand for); i.e., by making the very anti-intellectual statements of exposing snobbery that fascists are known for. It’s frankly sus, white moderates like Solomon prone to the self-same devices that capital requires of them; i.e., as it does of fascist actors. One side is reactionary and the other is moderate; both are bigots insofar as they defend capital: as a system of bigotry with medicalized elements unkind to different minority groups under Capitalist Realism. Solomon’s just fancier in his language than Daniel is, but fatphobic, racist, transphobic and whorephobic all the same. He can’t just “erase” that by denying it; I’ve given plenty of evidence for him to contend with, including this essay but also the fascism (and genocide) occurring all around us.

All in all, white moderates defend fascists and fascists (sometimes) defend white moderates, both defending capital hand-in-hand for centuries. Neither challenges capital, but both blame capital’s systemic harm on capital’s victims; e.g., trans people, educators or not, being tone-policed by white cis-het moderates and their bigoted outcomes; re: like Solomon’s using of the ob*se slur while calling the trans woman racist for academically isolating Solomon’s audience: as predominantly white at its ideological core/function; i.e., regardless of any visually non-white audience members or gymgoers. Assimilation is assimilation; e.g., Ronnie Coleman belonging to a systemically racist institution on multiple registers: the bodybuilding circuit and police state victimizing him, then calling it “immortality” (the ego lifts certainly didn’t help).

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To it, the medical profession and nuclear model had a hand in what Ronnie stood for and encouraged among future athletes chasing the same pinnacle: judged by white systems of power and their uniforms worn by black athletes “in the flesh” (that white people fetishize). Victor Frankenstein was a Cartesian dickwad who made monsters to crow his own genius; so, too, does the medical industry and its various offshoots treat, thus view black men as “beastly” freaks of nature to crown: King Kong a nod to Frankenstein and the slave trade, capturing specimens from far-off lands but also made out of “spare parts,” black magic, and cultural appropriation (e.g., the golem legend; re: “Making Demons“). It’s not racist to observe racist allegory in popular media, onstage and off; it is racist to ignore it on purpose for Capitalism Realism. Racism punches down.

The same goes for all bigotries, Solomon. Our survival isn’t your Utopia to police; we are not automatically sick, degenerate, unhealthy or useless, and our consent is sexy versus the medical profession demonizing it, “gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss.” However allergic or selective the elite’s paradoxes are, we embody them to set ourselves free from state (thus doctor) control, and no amount of rejection or declaration of our “falseness” by white straight nerds personifying “Rome” (and its own conspicuous follies) can deny said existence: we thrive in spite of your crumbling empire. Reason is a Morton’s fork, suffering its own trolley problems for once; i.e., when we deny our predators the usual forbidden fruit: “No pussy for you; we control our own chubby cumdumps, thank you very much!”

Speaking of which, so do we whores have our revenge against profit’s reactionaries and white moderates; i.e., if we didn’t have power to start with, they wouldn’t try to steal that power by fetishizing us! And it’s the paradox of said power that we may turn against them (and capital’s built-in contradictions) during the whore’s revenge; re: on the Aegis as reversing such things, anisotropically and in duality during dialectical-material scrutiny’s liminal expression. Such things are harder to ignore than words, I find: a vanishing point “on [the] ashes of something not quite present” (source: Hogle, “The Restless Labyrinth,” 1980), our castles in the flesh short-circuit capital by laying Truth (and our revenge) bare! Like most doctors in general, Solomon lacks the language to effectively critique us—at least not without exposing their own bigotry and ignorance!

In short, someone skipped leg day. Solomon doesn’t have a leg to stand on; we profane state virtue by existing in spite of it, the Gorgon a fat-and-sassy disruptor standing on her own death-on-two-legs; re: the Gothic, neo-medieval hyphenation (what Baldrick might call “inherited confusions”) of sex and war! Voyeurism and exhibitionism! Free love! An Amazon’s heavy artillery toe to top full of direst cruelty! Rawr!

(artist: Persephone van der Waard)

Abashed the Devil Stood

Here’s an exhibit of our doing so, using what we got to reverse the very abjection furthered by Solomon (and the entire medical profession):

(artist: Crow)

Solomon says “ob*se” isn’t a slur because of where he uses it. Except a slur is a slur by virtue of its usage, thus function; e.g., my straight sibling saying “faggot” in his car but telling me about it, versus Solomon saying “ob*se” to his friends, which I catch wind of and respond to as victims of the medical industry.

To it, we sluts celebrate ourselves versus people like you snobbily treating us like “disease” (the pimp’s refrain); i.e., as you celebrate the very world order brutalizing workers through eating disorders, body dysmorphia (called muscle dysmorphia, with body builders), and gender dysphoria made congenital; re: we’re products of our environment fed to us, which we must challenge through what the state (and doctors), control, vis-à-vis socio-material conditions; e.g., women’s bodies, non-white bodies, gay bodies, and bodies doing sex work as paid/unpaid. “Who’s the savage? Modern man!” (Judas Priest’s “Savage,” 1978).

This isn’t my opinion, alone, but my friends’ opinions, too; i.e., through their bodies, but also their words associated with said bodies reclaiming the Base and recultivating the Superstructure; e.g., my partner Rob, who read this essay only to give feedback, afterwards:

Here’s a really good article on weight and then on top of that people on antidepressants/antipsychotics/birth control/any number of meds are screwed + the corruption of the sugar industry in the US + inaccessibility of nutritional education and healthcare + popularity of crash diets and dangerous surgeries + genetics all contribute to obesity. Being fat isn’t a moral failing it’s a consequence of human diversity, epigenetic factors and a sociological environment. But yeah being fat puts you at risk of certain things, certain things also put you at risk of being fat. It’s something to be aware of but is morally neutral and is basically as morally significant as living in certain zip codes which can also impact length of life. All those things are sociological and not really individual beyond the health consequences that individual people experience. And even then it ultimately comes down to a lack of understanding, lack of certain resources in spite of abundance of others, and just sheer luck and sure maybe a few personal factors but that’s in the minority.

Keeping that in mind, the medical industry and its tentacles are things to protect against, which extends to different vulnerable groups targeted by medical interference and obstruction; i.e., topics for which we haven’t had time to discuss here, much if at all; re: trans people such as myself and my friends, in-person (with my fat ass [ahem, “love weight”] reminding folks that you don’t need to be sculpted to pull a baddie):

(artists: Persephone van der Waard and Cuwu)

but also other trans couples

(artist: Tyler and Husband)

intersex people

(artist: Victoria)

disabled Indigenous People

(artist: Bay)

disabled Americans/agender people/parents

(artist: Cryptic Cripple)

plural people/survival sex workers

 

(artist: Mugiwara)

and cis-queer sex workers/straight sex workers of color

(artist, left: Rhyna Targaryen; right: Vera Dominus)

Nothing is more policed than sex, which bodies—but especially non-white, female and feminine/trans emasculated bodies—are; their nudity is “violent,” insofar as the state will treat it as such, doing so on par with Hays and Kaba’s description (and one I have used convergently in my own work):

(source: Let This Radicalize You, 2023)

Solomon called himself “a law-abiding citizen,” but peace is a white man’s word. Bodies are like books in how the state will ban, thus burn and invade them as it would any other territory to maintain itself and its monopolies. There is always another castle, and ours—in the flesh or otherwise—is always illegitimate versus state doubles. To exist, for workers, is to survive, solidarize and speak out in the shadow of such liminalities; our existence is the protest, which happens through decentralized, second-nature ways that overwhelm state enforcers pimping whores: as workers of the world, paid or unpaid. Nudity is an ancient form of protest and strength, dating back to the Ancient Greeks and Amazons, but extending towards modernity and its twilight years. Bare bodies are like the raised fist, in that respect, and porn is art, is education, is power! So stare and tremble!

We whores are not “culprits,” nor things to fix, cure, or diagnose by callous doctors playing god; we subvert the vaudeville, myths[9] and censorship of medicine, our morphological variety the spice of life (not its bane). By comparison, doctors are typically elite employees—generally well-paid and raised on hierarchy like all cops (and the state), but who enjoy the added veneer of medical practitioner to shield themselves with. Such exceptions must be abolished if we are to survive, therefore evolve beyond state operations; i.e., Capitalist Realism—as Solomon’s white liberal posturing maintains—effectively dressing up Cartesian (therefore settler-colonial and heteronormative) division and barbarities: oppression as achieved through DARVO and obscurantism, the oppressor acting oppressed when they are anything but.

For the actual oppressed, liberation is all-or-nothing—a larger movement that challenges oppression as a structure. Those who contribute to its continuation are cops, thus not our friends; i.e., because they abuse the paradox of tolerance to guilt their critics into automatically including them. Inclusion of the oppressor—regardless of disguise or lack thereof—is merely a form of confession, therefore segregation as waiting to happen; i.e., from them to us. Regardless of which, victims of cops must reject cops, for they overlook our destruction without a second thought.

In other words, doctors moralize in medicalized, secular language; i.e., that upholds the Protestant ethic through Capitalist Realism robbing us blind. Capital can only take, giving back what it has already stolen before taking it again (and again and again). Under capital, all work is sexualized to some degree; Medusa is the ghost of the counterfeit to cage by force. Anything that frees her is therefore alien—treated by the men behind the curtain (the elite) as criminal, which the usual doctors in front of the curtain will police; re: as Solomon does, smugly dismissing the entirety of my work and that of my friends: six books and various interviews, essays and exhibits, and so on. When confronted with genocide, Solomon chooses to focus on his leisurely activities, all while treating ours as antithetical to reason, critique, and anything else—the Gorgon to behead, a peach to cut up. It’s lamentable, but hardly a shock.

(artist: Crow)

Except, Solomon’s praxially inert—a critical void that sucks his victims dry (re: Marx), and all to monopolize the proceedings: we paradoxically nerdy whores, turning our noses (and asses) up at him. He’s no God, but Ozymandias in small, colonizing the globe by refusing to critique capital when faced with its abuse. Our bodies are merely mirrors that turn him to stone, freeing Mother Earth from state control. Land back, labor back, sex back; danger disco, mise-en-abyme (the chronotope as much the human body as it is house and home, in Gothic)!

Make no mistake: to rebel is dangerous. But we’re already in danger and who says that has to be dull? We’re the Earth, rejecting capital’s typical abjection (moderate or otherwise). So when the Man comes around, show him your Aegis versus giving into his taken from you; i.e., your Numinous booty a part of nature as monstrous-feminine, stolen by the state to shame nature with. So hijack the process in reverse; re: humanize the harvest, exposing the state as inhumane (see: “Nature Is Food“)! “Methinks the lady doth protest too much”? Protest this! We fat gay non-white faggot whores (with Harmony being agender, below) seize the means of production: what doctors police as nature in small, fearful of past wrongs closing the door to future exploitation. “Is it in, yet? Exit only, bitch!”

(artist: Harmony Corrupted)

We’re the Great Destroyer avenging not just capital’s theft against us, but generations of whores flaunting the very rejection you fear/call “genocide”; i.e., Capitalist Realism a world where whores refuse to obey pimps, passing the torch along towards fatal homecoming (commonly through sex as an asexual discourse through public nudism that capital abjects along double standards; e.g., male nudity vs female or intersex)! Our lineage is one of whorish pride, showing rebel asses versus weird dorks like Daniel and Solomon upholding the status quo with their clothes on! Nothing is more policed than sex, including fat bodies or bodies treated as fat, queer and/or non-white. To achieve poetic justice for these groups, you need a pedagogy thereof; you need slutty poetry and/or theatre nerds reclaiming power for workers—not a logic nerd policing bodies for the state! We whores hit the spot, then, getting our enemies—and their erasure of us (and ransom of our health and their means of medicine)—on the hip!

Conclusion and Postscript

To conclude my critique—and doing so as a trans educator and activist who’s independently published her PhD as part of a larger book series meant to challenge capital; i.e., in ways Solomon demonstrably does not—this matter is hardly a debate. For one, we’re well and truly past debating if climate change, genocide and fascism in America (or elsewhere) are real; two, I refuse to argue with anyone who has, whether they meant to or not, shown me their entire bigoted ass. You did so through your words, while I draw from my past portfolio for a more literal interpretation of that phrase: a Commie booty fighting fire with fire, the oppressed punching up against bigotry using what she’s got! “For my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom as great. You have no power over me!

(artist: Persephone van der Waard)

In more orthographic terms, my previous declaration about Solomon remains entirely unshaken; re: that he, Solomon Nelson, is a white moderate who happily defends (however lazily) bigoted men like Daniel, but also entire medicalized systems of oppression attached to billionaires and cops (effectively making him a cop, ipso facto, and which fascism [thus Nazis] are). ACAB, ABAB, ASAB; Free Palestine, but also all areas and peoples effected by capital as white and straight; i.e., those white powerful straight men for whom de facto cops like Solomon refuse to meaningfully criticize. So if they hear “all doctors are bad” and scoff, they’re overlooking the systemic critique attached to such positions by oppressed groups; i.e., the former bought-and-paid-for by capital, which abuses fat and trans people (among other groups treated as unhealthy in doctors’ eyes, too).

To that, I won’t debate Solomon in a conversational setting because I don’t currently trust him; i.e., to not belittle or present me as hostile, misguided or confused, etc (the Amazon to study and kettle). So I’ll merely present him as an object lesson, instead; i.e., one concerning white moderacy and supremacy in the bodybuilding industry as demonstrably toxic. That being said, I will happily engage in talks, but only to teach him; i.e., about the holes in his own education, provided he’s willing to listen. If so, then groovy. Otherwise, this script is all he’s getting. Go read my books, if you want more. Regarding those, Marx is my stepping stone, and one I critique alongside a variety of straight white men; re: Solomon Nelson as a moderately fatphobic/transphobic example.

And if that sounds far-fetched, consider how defending capital by calling Communism and its development “Utopian” is, unto itself, a pernicious and common form of bigotry dressed up as logical; i.e., a form of Red Scare treated as essential, therefore beyond reproach to the same degree of smug certainty Solomon applies to everything. And yet, logic and madness are—similar to medicine—an aesthetic to weaponize for different goals; and Solomon’s defense of profit is, ironically enough, part of a larger system (for profit) that poisons the very gym-goers he professes to love. First do no harm, and capital (and Capitalist Realism) are the opposite of health; i.e., plenty of doctors violate their Hippocratic Oath for those sweet, sweet dollars—not all, to be sure, but enough to continue genocide: as a position to ignore or deny until it is too late.

Don’t believe me? Beyond myself and my GNC, fat and non-white friends on the domestic side of the Imperium, look elsewhere; ask the men, women and children of Palestine, but also anywhere in the Global South, Middle East, and foreign states of exception (echoed diametrically on the homefront)—i.e., that medically verminize out-group members inside themselves: as routine pigs for the slaughter. Doctors (of the canonical, cop-like sort) aren’t just pimps, but butchers obsessed with triage while holding the scalpel in so many ways (and if you still don’t believe me, ask pregnant women who have endured cesareans without their knowledge or consent, purely because the hospital found it profitable and/or convenient); re: nature as monstrous-feminine, a living corpse to slice to ribbons, mid-panopticon, a machine for pigs to “squash beef.” That’s what Capitalist Realism is.

Yours,

Persephone van der Waard

P.S., At the start of the video, the editor presents my statements about Daniel having never been to an academic conference, but whose order, placement and length of the clip being shown make it seem, to my eyes, like I’m talking about Solomon. It feels a bit disingenuous.

Nevertheless, I stand by what I said: that Daniel’s a bit dim/a himbo (welcome to queer discourse, love) and probably hasn’t been to an academic conference in his life; re: which I mentioned specifically because he, Daniel, said he hates nerds (which again, Solomon also acknowledges). And yet, a white straight nerd like Solomon defends Daniel, not me, and all because I… was rude for calling Daniel dumb for being anti-nerd based partly on his looks? While Daniel looks and sounds dumb, I observed as much because his argument and appearance go notably hand-in-hand; i.e., it was by Daniel’s own admission that nerds are full of shit—a fact Daniel wears proudly on his sleeve! But here Solomon demonstrably ignores those observations by me; i.e., by selecting the ad hominem portion of my words while treating like my point about his larger aesthetic (which fascism adheres to) somehow doesn’t exist.

This selection, I argue, shows exactly where Solomon’s loyalties lie—not to the Left and its own workers (slutty nerds or otherwise), but someone he admits has fascist undertones (that Daniel was very vocal about; re: that nerds are weak, stupid, and useless)! It’s two sides of the same coin, the moderate cop defending the reactionary cop from capital’s enemies: women and minorities, but especially educated varieties of these that refuse to tokenize. For Solomon, we’re merely apophenic, conspiratorial—something to smirk and ask, “What does that have to do with anything? That’s not what I was talking about!”

Except, the universe doesn’t revolve around you, my dudes; we slutty nerds aren’t asking for clemency from you, but to abolish the state and all its cops (nerds or otherwise)!

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Also, Daniel was calling everything gay in a homophobic sense, which is still rude (and fascist); i.e., regardless if Daniel apologizes or not? Apologies aren’t useful; solidarity against the bourgeoisie is. This means challenging cops who serve the elite, an act that requires regular activism, not myopic and half-hearted attempts at clemency to avoid facing facts: that cops (doctors or otherwise) aren’t welcome in leftist circles because they play the victim, versus actually being victims. You gotta prove yourself to us, Daniel and Solomon, because we’re the victims of the system you both defend—one that normally puts people such as yourself (white straight dudes) into positions of authority you use to harm us with!

P.P.S., Thank you, Solomon, for your response (despite its numerous and egregious flaws). I don’t usually get the chance to flex my “muscles” like this (and talk cathartically about the toxic aspects to bodybuilding as I do; i.e., as something I enjoyed greatly while in the closet, but nowadays think is a tremendously unhealthy and self-serving domain)! Rawr! So scary!

(artists: Persephone van der Waard and Cuwu)

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Footnotes

[1] Me, vis-à-vis Barbara Creed.

[2] The admission of ICE targeting innocent civilians (The Rational Nation’s “ICE Suffers First Blow As California Protests Highlight ICE Abductions“), Greta Thunberg sailing to Palestine only to be seized by the IDF and mocked by cowardly grown men like Joe Rogan (HasanAbi’s “PODCAST BROS ATTACK GRETA THUNBERG“), and the various embarrassing events transpiring between Elon Musk and Donald Trump (Rathbone’s “Elon Blasts Trump: ‘Trump is in the Epstein Files’“).

[3] Source: “Implementation of Gothic Themes in The Gothic Ghost of the Counterfeit” vis-à-vis “The Gothic Ghost of the Counterfeit and the Process of Abjection” (2023 and 2012).

[4] My and my friends’ work plays with rape during calculated risk, effectively putting “rape” in quotes during a process I coined called “ludo-Gothic BDSM”; re (from the Demon Module’s “Rape Reprise“):

As I’ve moved through this series, though, the definition [for ludo-Gothic BDSM] has narrowed, according to my focus on the term specifically to play with rape as I define it; re (from the Poetry Module’s “A Note about Rape/Rape Play,” 2024): rape

as something broadened beyond its narrow definition, “penetrative sex meant to cause harm by removing consent from the equation.” To that, there is a broad, generalized definition [to rape] I devised in “Psychosexual Martyrdom” (2024), which will come in handy when we examine unironic forms of rape, but also “rape” as something put into quotes; i.e., during consent-non-consent as a vital means of camp during ludo-Gothic BDSM:

martyrs are generally raped by the state, which we have to convey mid-performance without actually getting raped if we can help it (“rape” meaning [for our purposes] “to disempower someone or somewhere—a person, culture, or place—in order to harm them,” generally through fetishizing and alienizing acts or circumstances/socio-material conditions that target the mind, body and/or spirit) [emphasis, me]: finding power while disempowered (the plight of the monstrous-feminine).

Rape can be of the mind, spirit, body and/or culture—the land or things tied to it during genocide, etc; it can be individual and/or on a mass scale, either type committed by a Great Destroyer (a Gothic trope of abuse of the worse, unimaginable sort, rarefying as a person, onstage) of some kind or another as abstracting unspeakable abuse. It’s a translation, […] adding the irony afterward as a theatrical means of medicine; i.e., rape play challenging profit through the usual Gothic articulations in service to workers and nature at large (source).

To that, rape is something that demons play with during the whore’s paradox. By extension, ludo-Gothic BDSM is effectively rape play combined with Gothic themes and BDSM practices to avenge state wrongs against nature.

For more information on this topic, refer to “Concerning Rape Play: a 2025 Note on My Development of Ludo-Gothic BDSM.”

[5] Borrowed from Alexandra Norton’s “The Imperialism of Theory: A Response to J. Russell Perkin” (1994). We whores chose to invoke the Medusa much like Norton does Foucault (or anyone else); i.e., for their speculative richness.

[6] Often with Lyle McDonald; e.g., “Lyle McDonald Critiques Mike Israetel’s Fitness Advice” (2024). To be frank, I don’t like Mike Israetel—the man’s a neoliberal convert transplanted from Russia to the USA at the end of the Cold War—but I think Solomon and Mike share common ground; i.e., insofar as neither, when confronted (as I do, in this essay), will meaningfully critique Pax Americana and its medical bigotries towards various minorities/sex work. Sex work is work, my dudes, and silence is genocide; i.e., something that, once confronted about, you can either stop doing or maintain. Where do you stand, in that regard? Profit or people?

[7] I.e., for an imbalance of the humors, bicycle face and similar cases of wandering womb.

[8] See: Streets of Rage 4 and my critique of it, in “Policing Bodies” (2021); re: from my discontinued book series, Neoliberalism in Yesterday’s Heroes.

[9] E.g., how disabled people somehow “can’t” experience sexual pleasure, therefore desire; i.e., by reclaiming it themselves from state forces—with Connie Panzarino’s “Trached Dykes Eat Pussy without Comin’ up for Air!” (source) dating back to the early ’90s, but disabled, POC and GNC rebellions reaching back to Stonewall, 1969, and indeed, long before it: to the Neo-Gothic era, the actual medieval period, and the ancient canonical codes of Antiquity (re: Foucault). For every state law there must also be state victims to disproportionately police; i.e., mid-abjection, thus performances that protest such things reversing said abjection! Abjection = profit, rape, genocide; we whores protest genocide with our bodies’ revolutionary cryptonymy (re: “Transgressive Nudism“).

About the Author

Persephone van der Waard is the author of the multi-volume, non-profit book series, Sex Positivity—its art director, sole invigilator, illustrator and primary editor (the other co-writer/co-editor being Bay Ryan). Persephone has her independent PhD in Gothic poetics and ludo-Gothic BDSM (focusing on partially on Metroidvania), and is a MtF trans woman, Tolkien and Amazon enthusiast, anti-fascist, atheist/Satanist, poly/pan kinkster, erotic artist/pornographer and anarcho-Communist with two partners. Including multiple playmates/friends and collaborators, Persephone and her many muses work/play together on Sex Positivity and on her artwork at large as a sex-positive force. That being said, she still occasionally writes reviews, Gothic analyses, and interviews for fun on her old blog (and makes YouTube videos talking about politics). Any money Persephone earns through commissions or donations goes towards helping sex workers through the Sex Positivity project; i.e., by paying costs and funding shoots, therefore raising awareness. She takes payment on PayPal, Patreon, and CashApp, etc; all links are available on her Linktr.ee. Every bit helps!