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The Patriarch’s Peace

November 29, 2023 / Jocksid / 0 Comments

A typical shift hand-over at a provincial police station in Homolania. Employed to keep the Patriarch’s peace, and to ensure the utter erasure of all straggotry, these men are at the front line of Homolania’s quest for androphilic perfection.

To be a police officer is one of the most valued jobs in the nation. All men respect the police for the work they do in maintaining androphilic peace and restraining straggotry. All boys revere the police for being such clear manifestations of the masculinity they know they must emulate. Professional soldiers, firemen, construction workers and politicians are on the same level of virile respect, but the police hold a special place in the hearts of the homocitizenry. So, competition for police jobs is fierce. Luckily, the State hires an abundance of them. You’ll find policemen on every street corner, being the eyes and ears of the Patriarch and the Party. The State uses more high-tech means of surveillance, of course, but the old-fashioned mode of man-v-man prevails. The total panopticon of Homolania must include an overindulged and overfunded police force. It must. A man may notice a sign of straggotry where a camera won’t; he may pick up on a subtle clue of effeminacy where a secret mic doesn’t.

For these three keepers of the Patriarch’s peace, there’s a high chance they’ve all fucked, though it doesn’t matter. What matters to the Party is eroticism, not sex, per se. Every moment in life is an opportunity to indulge and embrace homoeroticism. In a country where heterosexuality doesn’t exist in law or culture (and less and less in mind or heart), and where women are further and further cast away or hidden, the homocitizenry of the national brotherhood find constant security, relief, pleasure and joy in each other. A light graze of a buddy’s ass as he’s changing; an overt sizing-up of another dude’s cock; a constant wave of compliments about each other’s androphilic virtue – men have learned so acutely that gassing each other up on the grounds of homosexual masculinity is right, and good, and just.

And mandatory. Daddy is watching. Always. Policemen know that most of all. Who watches the watchers? Daddy, of course.

Learn more about Homolania here.

Stalwart of Homolania

November 29, 2023 / Jocksid / 0 Comments

A stalwart of Homolania, surveying his country and becoming infused with its erotic energy. The very nation itself – its land and structures – are sources of sexual pleasure in the minds of the homocitizenry.

It’s decades since the revolution, and the dust is long settled on the new normal. All men are gay, all straggotry is gone, all women are kept out of sight – most having abandoned the nation for less misogynistic harbors. The rest of the world is in a state of collapse. Chaos reigns. Dystopia follows in its wake. But Homolania – perched on the sun drenched shores of the Mediterranean and nestled throughout the valleys of southern Europe – is like a blip of paradise in a hellish world.

That paradise is maintained by a state-apparatus of total surveillance and total control. All boys are raised in the same furnace, and given the same playbook to live their lives. This stalwart is no different. He was bred in the Ministry of Progeny using the seed of a ‘brute’ – one of the categories of stud-line used to make more sons for the State – and orphaned off to a righteous Homofascist household in the hinterlands – far from the coast and the capital. He was raised on meat, potatoes and milk; he wrestled and played football like they were oxygen; he fucked his first boy when he was 13 on a three-day camping hike with his best friend. He got work at the garage owned by his dads and took it over when they stepped back. He found his own husband – a fellow brute from the village over who worked as a State forester – and they built a homestead on his dads’ land. Now, they’re in line to adopt their first son, and so it comes full-circle. In all that time, he never once saw a woman in the flesh.

And now he observes the land from where he and his husband have camped for the weekend. He’s slow-witted and simple – as his breeding stock tend to be – and his mind is completely enslaved to the propaganda of the Party. He’s heard it on a loop since the day he was born. He knows nothing else. As he observes the contours of Homolania, his dick hardens. He was blessed to be bred into the most glorious nation on Earth. The realm is alive with a pulsing androphilia that all men feel, all men share. He returns to his tent with his husband and their lovers du jour to indulge his birthright as a stalwart of Homolania.

Learn more about Homolania here.

Parliamentarian

November 29, 2023 / Jocksid / 0 Comments

This man is a typical parliamentarian of Homolania. Politics is a game of the physical and sexual elite, so goes the Party’s ideology. Politicians are not chosen through biased and sordid elections, or through mystical nonsense like divine right, or even through the partisan, militant conquest of a dictator. These systems all lack legitimacy, or strength, or both. They are corrupted by money and nepotism and unearned narcissistic greed. Not in Homolania. Here, all that wins is androphilic strength.

Politicians are chosen through publically broadcast games of strength, skill, intelligence, loyalty, and sexual virility – designed to weed out the weak and elevate the strong in a way that is undeniable to the governed. The whole country watches the Parliamentary Games every five years and sees their newest champions of government rise up. Many of the old guard remain – incentivized to work tirelessly on maintaining their excellence – and many new, younger men enter; either because they oust the sitting members, or because the older members of the House (those who have maintained their parliamentary seat for 20 years by the start of the next “election”) ascend to the second chamber where they are granted life-peerage. The winners of the games become national figures of admiration, not disdain; emulation, not suspicion. The boys and men of Homolania fantasize and sexually glorify their parliamentarians. How could they not?

And there’s no way to cheat the system. All men between the ages of 18 and 45 are allowed to compete. It is up to any individual man to train to win – he trains in the gym and the field as the Party demands; he trains in the classroom and the library as the Party demands; he trains in the club and the boudoir as the Party demands; and he trains through total internalization of the Party’s propaganda, as the Party demands. Even the cruel hand of genetic fate is mediated by universal use of steroids. All men synthesize their muscles, most intensely those who aspire for power. At no point does money or privilege or background or even genetics come into it. If a man wants it, he will earn it.

And as for the second chamber – yes, those men are granted life peerage, but only if they maintain their seat in the lower house for twenty years. To do so is an extraordinary feat. To keep power for so long deserves keeping power forever, so says the Party. The citizenry understand that. The senators are the most highly respected of all; the daddies who determine the continuity of the State. They have earned that right through constant conquest. No one can take issue with this beautiful, elegant system.

So imagine this house of 500 masculine parliamentarians, each vying to maintain and expand his own power in the face of his equally glorious colleagues. The sheer virility of the chamber is unsurpassed in any institution in the world; the orgies are cosmic.

Learn more about Homolania here.

OGs of Homofascism

November 29, 2023 / Jocksid / 0 Comments

OGs of Homofascism – openly gay before the revolution and the mass conversion to homosexuality. Once marginalized, they are now on top of the social ladder. They are executives at their company which manufactures armaments for the State. It gets them hard to think their work is directly aiding in spreading the just war of homosexual expansionism. They are respected daddies in their communities – both in their late 30s and the proud fathers of three sons. They’re raising them to the Party’s dictum, word for word. They welcome the weekly visits from the orthodoxy police to ensure their sons are on the right androphilic path. A bruising enforcer testing you on your loyalty and masculinity is enough to set any boy gay. And they enjoy all masculine pastimes. They love sports, they workout, they build, and fix, and reason. Before, they used to distinguish themselves between top and bottom, but no more. It’s counter-revolutionary, but also contrary to their new understanding. The one who identified as a bottom truly internalized the desire to use his manhood to bring pain and pleasure to another man. His fear of topping vanished with the androphilia that subsumed the nation in the years following the revolution.

And they were happy to surrender any and all feminine pursuits they had indulged once upon a time. The Party was right to purge the nation of all symbols and acts of effeminacy. They once enjoyed drag shows, but now they see them as the pinnacle of hetero-feminine decadence. Men dressing up and acting like women? What an affront to androphilia. What an affront to the Patriarch. It makes them cringe with genuine shame to think they used to enjoy it. But that was the past. They’re changed men. Completely at one with the Party and their leader.

They’re enjoying their Sunday at the beach, surrounded by hundreds of gay men and their families – both original and converts. They love their new converted brothers, and they fully accept that they have cast aside their heathen heterosexuality. But most OGs of Homofascism never quite get over their superiority complex. The “I was here first” outlook. Still, a gay’s a gay for all that. And here, on this sunny beach on the Med coast, there’s only gays to be found. Not a straight man in sight. Not a woman in sight. This is the paradise they were promised. The Party said they would deliver, and deliver they did.

Glory to the Patriarch.

Learn more about Homolania here.

Police Brutality

November 28, 2023 / Jocksid / 0 Comments

CW: Sexual assault

Police are given extraordinary powers under the Fascist rule of Homolania. They also tend to be the most vehemently thought-controlled of all citizens. They, more than anyone, believe the androphilic and patriarchal propaganda of the Party. It’s the main motivator to join the force – they want to be part of the solution that brings Homolania ever closer to the utopia of the Party’s design. Which means that they actually use their power for good. That is – good as defined by the Party. To most others, it would look like police brutality.

Here they questioned a man who was walking in a way that seemed far too effeminate to be just. He was basically mincing. It offended their androphilic worldview. It conjured images of stereotyped gay men in decadent media from a time and space now largely forgotten. Men don’t act like this, they think. Men are androphiles. Effeminacy is counter-revolutionary.

So they questioned him, and his answers proved lacking. Effeminate men are asking to be raped, so goes the common logic of the State. By disavowing his masculinity, he disavows his subjectivity. He becomes nothing more than an object. Once the raping is done, they’ll haul his sissy ass to the station. Effeminate degeneracy must be conditioned out of the population completely. The fact that he’s been able to go so long without facing police retribution is frankly a black mark on the force’s record.

He could have spread his poison to all manner of impressionable young men. That angers the police. The poison must be rooted out at all levels, lest it festers and spreads. May the Patriarch bless this lost effeminate soul so that he can come through his reconditioning a hale and healthy androphile of Homolania. If he can’t, then this police brutality suffered here will be nothing compared to what’s coming.

Learn more about Homolania here.

The military-to-education pipeline

November 28, 2023 / Jocksid / 0 Comments

After he served ten years in the army, he returned to civilian life and took up a job as a math teacher in his local finishing academy. Homolanian schools now only employ the most masculine men as teachers. These are the men that boys are going to be spending most of the day with – they must inspire androphilic lust. It’s essential. The military-to-education pipeline is now almost as common as the military-to-police.

He shows up to work dressed in his combat fatigues. It achieves two things; one, it symbolizes his authority and his history – the boys know this is a man to respect and admire. Two, it feeds into the nationwide fetishization of the military. To be so close to a masculine hunk in soldier’s uniform can only help reinforce the desire to serve the military, and serve in the military.

It’s proven so successful that the school has instituted a uniform-wide policy for all its teachers. They now all dress in combat fatigues, whether they served or not. Those who did serve wear their dog tags to signify their sacrifice. The principal didn’t want to disrespect the men who worked to spread Homofascism onwards.

Now the young men of the academy enjoy being taught by a stream of military-garbed teachers – all roided, masculine and tough. The homoeroticism, already painfully high in the minds of the teenage boys, is nearly unbearable. They all find themselves in the toilet stalls between classes, jacking off to thoughts of their teachers. Doesn’t stop them getting raging boners when the next class starts. The orthodoxy police are aware of this new policy and are very pleased with the results. It might become nationwide policy soon, if Parliament approves. As with all things in Homolania, truth is secondary to image. The military-to-education pipeline doesn’t need to be real, only the image of it. If all teachers are dressed like soldiers, then does it really matter that most of them aren’t?

Learn more about Homolania here.

Viril Arte Nouveau

November 28, 2023 / Jocksid / 0 Comments

All the heathen art of the old world is destroyed, and in its place, the Party commissions thousands of pieces depicting truth and beauty in the new order. Viril Arte Nouveau, it’s been christened. The galleries and museums of Homolania are filled with endless images of androphilic idealism. The critics are all agreed: there’s never been a more worthy artistic movement.

The art now depicts beautiful men – usually naked, together, and happy – or else features the land, architecture, machinery and magnificence of Homolania itself. Often both. To put one next to the other is to deepen the bonds that the two share. Homolania is its men, its men are Homolania. All culture is now designed to foster the idea of the National Brotherhood. All men are brothers, blood irrelevant. Brothers feel great bonds of trust and loyalty and love. That is what the Party wants in its homocitizenry.

Or so it claims. The people must trust the Party, for they are the bearers of truth. Whether they trust each other is less important. In fact, suspicion helps maintain order by fostering a culture that prioritizes purity over reason. The Party wants people to rat each other out. And loyalty matters so long as loyalty to each other never supplants loyalty to the State. And love? Well, the Patriarch is love. He asks only for love in return. Whether the homocitizenry love each other is not so relevant.

But culture is about propaganda, not truth. The Party weaponizes culture to spread the idea of a National Brotherhood built on truth, loyalty and love. Viril Arte Nouveau is just one brick in the palace of social conditioning now expertly crafted by the Ministry of Orthodoxy. Suffice to say, not a single piece of this new art contains women. If the idea of women – and therefore the potential for heterosexuality – is to be removed from the population, then women cannot be included in any affect of culture. That is only reasonable.

Learn more about Homolania here.

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