(If you're new to this series, here's Chapter One)
“Well, this is it,” said Jake. “Our Rosa fucking Parks moment.”
We all burst out laughing, albeit nervously. To be honest, I had no idea how Manhattan’s clubbing scene would react to us - two scrawny geeks and an older, red-faced fat guy. Neither me, Jake nor Bones were the slightest bit attractive to women, so of course, we were apprehensive.
“One more for the road?” Jake asked, Bones and I nodded and we all downed shots
We’d met at Pete’s Tavern in the East Village. Bones had brought a box of leaflets with him that gave an introduction to the concept of Incel Pride. It was cool, I thought. It laid out our grievances in simple, effective language.
The “Elephant Man” in the Room the leaflet read.
Look around you. Widespread discrimination exists that is accepted by all. Incels are barred from clubs, bars, and social spaces, solely for the way they look. We have had enough. If you truly believe in equality, this is a cause worth fighting for. Facial discrimination is the real elephant in the room that no one wants to confront!
Our aim is to raise awareness peacefully. If you want to know more, one of our members will be happy to give you a brief presentation of Incel Pride. Don't be scared. Just ask.
Bones had also bought a bag of yellow T-shirts emblazoned with the logo IP – That’s Me. We all wore them. Surely anyone who supported social justice would understand where we were coming from, I thought.
It was Bones’ suggestion that we target the club scene. “Some of the worst treatment occurs in places where people go to hook up,” he said. “But on the other hand, young people are more likely to support social justice”
It was late when we headed out of the bar into the cold December night. I only had a light jacket. I started to shiver as we headed west along 14th Street toward the Meatpacking. The weekend was here and the streets were busy, throngs of clubbers were emerging from cabs and subway stations, and lines had started to form at the entrances to the hippest hangouts.
“Here goes,” said Bones, pointing to a line of attractive young people standing on a red carpet, waiting to be admitted to a dance club. He strode over and began to offer leaflets to the crowd. We watched as people either refused Bones’ leaflets or glanced at them, screwed them up, and threw them on the floor.
“Ugh, I think I’m going to vomit” I distinctly heard a girl say after she refused Bones' offer of a leaflet.
He walked back to us looking dejected. “Come on guys, let’s head on,”
We moved on up into Chelsea to a block with four or five bars. Jake and I handed leaflets out to clubbers and bar hoppers but we fared no better, mostly we were ignored. Most people took one look at us and simply said “No thanks.”
“Piss off dude!” we heard one guy say to Jake as he tried to engage a hot-looking couple in conversation.
“Fuck this” Jake said. “We ain’t gettin’ nowhere. We need to speak to people like us”
So we began to target the weedy-looking guys but met with no success. One looked at me in horror after I handed him a leaflet. “Hey, fuck you asshole!" he said after reading the literature. “I don’t need this shit.” It was like being targeted as a potential fellow incel was enough to ruin his night
Avoiding Times Square, we kept heading north on the West Side, past Penn Station into the Kitchen, handing out leaflets and trying to engage people en route. Finally, we reached Columbus Circle where a couple of new swanky clubs had sprung up. Still, no one reacted positively. We’d handed out most of the leaflets without one friendly interaction.
It was almost 2 am when we wandered into Central Park It had started to rain, a cold, sleety rain that threatened to turn to snow. The wind felt distinctly icy. We sat on a bench in a small pavilion, where Jake fired up a reefer.
“I can’t believe it,” I said, “None of those bastards took the time to ask what we were all about, everybody just blanked us?!”
“Fucking assholes!” Taking a deep toke, Jake continued, “Every one of them, not one gave a shit about the likes of us.”
Bones had his head in his hands like he was thinking for a long moment. “Online, that’s the way to do this,” he said finally. “Aint no point bothering folks who are out for a good time. These guys just wanna have fun.”
“Fuck it,” Jake said, handing the reefer to me. I don’t smoke, but I felt that I needed something to dull the cold and forget the humiliation. “I’m done with this.”
“I’m done too.” Bones said, “You two coming to the train?”
Jake and Bones headed down the subway at Columbus Circle, leaving me with the powerful reefer in my hand. I decided to walk a few blocks to the express. To be honest, I wanted to get home and jerk off. Even though they’d treated me with scorn, the sight of those hot city bitches in their “fuck me” attire had made my cock rock hard.
I’m not sure where exactly it was, somewhere in the high 40s I guess, close to the junction with Broadway. I spotted a line of clubbers, mostly women, waiting behind a velvet rope waiting to get into what looked like a hip-hop club. The women all looked so fucking gorgeous, I thought. I felt my small cock twitch and cursed my lot again. Man, it brought a tear to my eye to see how sexy they looked.
For a second I thought about leafleting the line but decided against it. 'Fuck them,' I thought. I’d had enough rejection for one night. I was high, and a little *****. I took another lustful glance at the hot bitches then looked down at the ground and strode into the cold wind.
A few seconds later I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was a girl, one of those from the line. She was beautiful, I thought. But at the same time, she was dressed like a slut. Her blonde hair was in pigtails, and she had the prettiest red lips. She was wearing a tight pink sweater, skin-tight jeans, and pink heels. She looked slightly ***** and was clutching one of our leaflets in her hands.
“Hey, weren’t you at Chelsea earlier? the girl asked, “We think you’re kinda brave.”
“R..really?” I said. “Hey, that’s good to hear. You wouldn’t believ-”
“We’ve been reading your leaflet,” she said, pointing back to a group of giggling girls standing in the line. “We’ve never thought about it before,” the girl said. “You are soooo right.”
“What’s your name? My name’s Aubrey?”
"Er…Donald, you can ..er call me Donny”
“Great to meet you,” she said loudly and enthusiastically, She held out her hand, her large breasts jutting out, almost touching me. I didn’t know whether I should shake it or kiss it, so I ended up shaking it. Glancing at Aubrey’s curves I felt myself literally beginning to drool. I hadn’t been laid in over six months and had a huge urge for sex. I swallowed the salvia that had formed in my mouth and cleared my throat.
“Hey, it’s great you’re taking an interest,”
“It must be tough for you.” Aubrey made a sad face. “You’ve got some balls, I mean it.”
“Hey thanks,” I said. “That means a lot.”
“Donny, it says here that if we ask, you’ll tell us more about Incel Pride,” Aubrey said. “Would you like to come over and explain to us what it’s all about?”
I looked again at her friends. Five or six bitches, all as hot as hell, were waving at me from the line. One of them beckoned me. Another smiled and waved.
“Come on,” Aubrey said, taking my arm firmly and starting to walk me to the line like she wasn’t taking no for an answer. She seemed super confident and was grinning constantly as she led me to her friends, swaying her broad hips against mine. I wondered if the bitch was on coke or molly or something.
“Don’t worry, we won’t bite” she said as we approached the line.
“Hey girls this is the guy who was handing out those leaflets in Chelsea earlier,” Aubrey said. “He’s campaigning for Incel Pride.”
“Oh wow!” said a petite brunette in fishnets.
“Hi…er hi,” I said. ”To be honest it’s nice that someone is taking an interest. You wouldn’t believe----“
“Are you an incel?” a short, plump, pretty blonde interrupted. She looked to be in her mid-30s. and was holding a leaflet. “That’s so cool. What’s your name?
“Err…Donald”
. “I’m Susan, pleased to meet you” She held out her hand, which I shook.
“So is it true, do you never get any sex?” Susan said.
"Hi Donny, I'm Emily" said a pretty brunette with a British accent. “Like, when did you last get a shag?”
“Like, did you ever?” Susan said.
Her comments were greeted with laughter, and I tried to laugh too, but I felt conscious of my scrawny appearance in front of the hot girls. I felt something wasn’t right. The girls were kinda surrounding me, breaching my body space big time. Aubrey’s breasts were touching my arm, rubbing against me, and Susan was kind of leaning into me. I felt a hand brush my ass. I was surrounded by six of the hottest girls I had ever seen
“It’s cool, we won’t bite Donald,” said another, a big-asset brunette clad in slutty leather jeans and heels, who I later learned was named Carol.
Suddenly I realized that the British bitch was behind me. I felt her hand running up my thigh, stopping just short of my cock. I was feeling very uneasy. I felt like the girls were feigning interest to mock me. Could bitches be that cruel?
Then, Carol kind of sauntered up to me and pressed her breasts into my chest. "Aww, how sad for you" she purred.
“Hey, I..er...I think it's best I go” I stuttered.
“It says here you will give us a presentation on Incel Pride,” Susan said, reading from the leaflet. Why don’t you come inside, have a drink, and tell us all about it, babe?”
“Er…there’s an email address on the leaflet” I said. “They wouldn’t let me in this club anyway.”
“Nooooo.. don’t go,” Carol cooed, stroking my chest. “We were just getting to know each other babe.”
I realized then without a doubt that the girls were mocking me. The spiteful bitches weren't at all interested in Incel fucking Pride. They were teasing me for sport.
“Hey Trey” Aubrey then said to a stocky, mean looking black security guy who was watching the line with his arms folded. “Look at this.” Then I saw Aubrey holding one of the leaflets in her hand.
The black guy walked up and took a leaflet from Aubrey. He studied it for what seemed like ages, then he fixed me with a mean stare.
“What’s dis boy?”
“Er... it’s Incel pride”
“You an incel boy, you got a small dick?”
I fumbled for words. All the girls were looking at me, waiting for my response. I heard a couple of barely-suppressed snickers from the girls.
“It’s like…. For example, we can’t get in clubs” I said, "Like..er... we would never get in this place.”
“You pissed cos you can’t get wit da bitches, is dat it?”
All the girls were laughing now. Look, man…er all we are saying is we want to be treated equal. You know, like gender or racial equality. We’re all minorities”
“Whooo, wait a minute boy!” Trey said. “You comparing incels to the struggle of the black man? He barred his teeth menacingly.
“He’s going to give us a presentation,” the bitch in the leather jeans said, smiling.
“He says you won’t let him in the club because he’s too ugly” Aubrey said.
Then security guy looked at the doorman. “Hey D, let this dude in why doncha? I think we wanna hear what this little redneck bitch has got to say”
Chapter Six
“Well, this is it,” said Jake. “Our Rosa fucking Parks moment.”
We all burst out laughing, albeit nervously. To be honest, I had no idea how Manhattan’s clubbing scene would react to us - two scrawny geeks and an older, red-faced fat guy. Neither me, Jake nor Bones were the slightest bit attractive to women, so of course, we were apprehensive.
“One more for the road?” Jake asked, Bones and I nodded and we all downed shots
We’d met at Pete’s Tavern in the East Village. Bones had brought a box of leaflets with him that gave an introduction to the concept of Incel Pride. It was cool, I thought. It laid out our grievances in simple, effective language.
The “Elephant Man” in the Room the leaflet read.
Look around you. Widespread discrimination exists that is accepted by all. Incels are barred from clubs, bars, and social spaces, solely for the way they look. We have had enough. If you truly believe in equality, this is a cause worth fighting for. Facial discrimination is the real elephant in the room that no one wants to confront!
Our aim is to raise awareness peacefully. If you want to know more, one of our members will be happy to give you a brief presentation of Incel Pride. Don't be scared. Just ask.
Bones had also bought a bag of yellow T-shirts emblazoned with the logo IP – That’s Me. We all wore them. Surely anyone who supported social justice would understand where we were coming from, I thought.
It was Bones’ suggestion that we target the club scene. “Some of the worst treatment occurs in places where people go to hook up,” he said. “But on the other hand, young people are more likely to support social justice”
It was late when we headed out of the bar into the cold December night. I only had a light jacket. I started to shiver as we headed west along 14th Street toward the Meatpacking. The weekend was here and the streets were busy, throngs of clubbers were emerging from cabs and subway stations, and lines had started to form at the entrances to the hippest hangouts.
“Here goes,” said Bones, pointing to a line of attractive young people standing on a red carpet, waiting to be admitted to a dance club. He strode over and began to offer leaflets to the crowd. We watched as people either refused Bones’ leaflets or glanced at them, screwed them up, and threw them on the floor.
“Ugh, I think I’m going to vomit” I distinctly heard a girl say after she refused Bones' offer of a leaflet.
He walked back to us looking dejected. “Come on guys, let’s head on,”
We moved on up into Chelsea to a block with four or five bars. Jake and I handed leaflets out to clubbers and bar hoppers but we fared no better, mostly we were ignored. Most people took one look at us and simply said “No thanks.”
“Piss off dude!” we heard one guy say to Jake as he tried to engage a hot-looking couple in conversation.
“Fuck this” Jake said. “We ain’t gettin’ nowhere. We need to speak to people like us”
So we began to target the weedy-looking guys but met with no success. One looked at me in horror after I handed him a leaflet. “Hey, fuck you asshole!" he said after reading the literature. “I don’t need this shit.” It was like being targeted as a potential fellow incel was enough to ruin his night
Avoiding Times Square, we kept heading north on the West Side, past Penn Station into the Kitchen, handing out leaflets and trying to engage people en route. Finally, we reached Columbus Circle where a couple of new swanky clubs had sprung up. Still, no one reacted positively. We’d handed out most of the leaflets without one friendly interaction.
It was almost 2 am when we wandered into Central Park It had started to rain, a cold, sleety rain that threatened to turn to snow. The wind felt distinctly icy. We sat on a bench in a small pavilion, where Jake fired up a reefer.
“I can’t believe it,” I said, “None of those bastards took the time to ask what we were all about, everybody just blanked us?!”
“Fucking assholes!” Taking a deep toke, Jake continued, “Every one of them, not one gave a shit about the likes of us.”
Bones had his head in his hands like he was thinking for a long moment. “Online, that’s the way to do this,” he said finally. “Aint no point bothering folks who are out for a good time. These guys just wanna have fun.”
“Fuck it,” Jake said, handing the reefer to me. I don’t smoke, but I felt that I needed something to dull the cold and forget the humiliation. “I’m done with this.”
“I’m done too.” Bones said, “You two coming to the train?”
Jake and Bones headed down the subway at Columbus Circle, leaving me with the powerful reefer in my hand. I decided to walk a few blocks to the express. To be honest, I wanted to get home and jerk off. Even though they’d treated me with scorn, the sight of those hot city bitches in their “fuck me” attire had made my cock rock hard.
I’m not sure where exactly it was, somewhere in the high 40s I guess, close to the junction with Broadway. I spotted a line of clubbers, mostly women, waiting behind a velvet rope waiting to get into what looked like a hip-hop club. The women all looked so fucking gorgeous, I thought. I felt my small cock twitch and cursed my lot again. Man, it brought a tear to my eye to see how sexy they looked.
For a second I thought about leafleting the line but decided against it. 'Fuck them,' I thought. I’d had enough rejection for one night. I was high, and a little *****. I took another lustful glance at the hot bitches then looked down at the ground and strode into the cold wind.
A few seconds later I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was a girl, one of those from the line. She was beautiful, I thought. But at the same time, she was dressed like a slut. Her blonde hair was in pigtails, and she had the prettiest red lips. She was wearing a tight pink sweater, skin-tight jeans, and pink heels. She looked slightly ***** and was clutching one of our leaflets in her hands.
“Hey, weren’t you at Chelsea earlier? the girl asked, “We think you’re kinda brave.”
“R..really?” I said. “Hey, that’s good to hear. You wouldn’t believ-”
“We’ve been reading your leaflet,” she said, pointing back to a group of giggling girls standing in the line. “We’ve never thought about it before,” the girl said. “You are soooo right.”
“What’s your name? My name’s Aubrey?”
"Er…Donald, you can ..er call me Donny”
“Great to meet you,” she said loudly and enthusiastically, She held out her hand, her large breasts jutting out, almost touching me. I didn’t know whether I should shake it or kiss it, so I ended up shaking it. Glancing at Aubrey’s curves I felt myself literally beginning to drool. I hadn’t been laid in over six months and had a huge urge for sex. I swallowed the salvia that had formed in my mouth and cleared my throat.
“Hey, it’s great you’re taking an interest,”
“It must be tough for you.” Aubrey made a sad face. “You’ve got some balls, I mean it.”
“Hey thanks,” I said. “That means a lot.”
“Donny, it says here that if we ask, you’ll tell us more about Incel Pride,” Aubrey said. “Would you like to come over and explain to us what it’s all about?”
I looked again at her friends. Five or six bitches, all as hot as hell, were waving at me from the line. One of them beckoned me. Another smiled and waved.
“Come on,” Aubrey said, taking my arm firmly and starting to walk me to the line like she wasn’t taking no for an answer. She seemed super confident and was grinning constantly as she led me to her friends, swaying her broad hips against mine. I wondered if the bitch was on coke or molly or something.
“Don’t worry, we won’t bite” she said as we approached the line.
“Hey girls this is the guy who was handing out those leaflets in Chelsea earlier,” Aubrey said. “He’s campaigning for Incel Pride.”
“Oh wow!” said a petite brunette in fishnets.
“Hi…er hi,” I said. ”To be honest it’s nice that someone is taking an interest. You wouldn’t believe----“
“Are you an incel?” a short, plump, pretty blonde interrupted. She looked to be in her mid-30s. and was holding a leaflet. “That’s so cool. What’s your name?
“Err…Donald”
. “I’m Susan, pleased to meet you” She held out her hand, which I shook.
“So is it true, do you never get any sex?” Susan said.
"Hi Donny, I'm Emily" said a pretty brunette with a British accent. “Like, when did you last get a shag?”
“Like, did you ever?” Susan said.
Her comments were greeted with laughter, and I tried to laugh too, but I felt conscious of my scrawny appearance in front of the hot girls. I felt something wasn’t right. The girls were kinda surrounding me, breaching my body space big time. Aubrey’s breasts were touching my arm, rubbing against me, and Susan was kind of leaning into me. I felt a hand brush my ass. I was surrounded by six of the hottest girls I had ever seen
“It’s cool, we won’t bite Donald,” said another, a big-asset brunette clad in slutty leather jeans and heels, who I later learned was named Carol.
Suddenly I realized that the British bitch was behind me. I felt her hand running up my thigh, stopping just short of my cock. I was feeling very uneasy. I felt like the girls were feigning interest to mock me. Could bitches be that cruel?
Then, Carol kind of sauntered up to me and pressed her breasts into my chest. "Aww, how sad for you" she purred.
“Hey, I..er...I think it's best I go” I stuttered.
“It says here you will give us a presentation on Incel Pride,” Susan said, reading from the leaflet. Why don’t you come inside, have a drink, and tell us all about it, babe?”
“Er…there’s an email address on the leaflet” I said. “They wouldn’t let me in this club anyway.”
“Nooooo.. don’t go,” Carol cooed, stroking my chest. “We were just getting to know each other babe.”
I realized then without a doubt that the girls were mocking me. The spiteful bitches weren't at all interested in Incel fucking Pride. They were teasing me for sport.
“Hey Trey” Aubrey then said to a stocky, mean looking black security guy who was watching the line with his arms folded. “Look at this.” Then I saw Aubrey holding one of the leaflets in her hand.
The black guy walked up and took a leaflet from Aubrey. He studied it for what seemed like ages, then he fixed me with a mean stare.
“What’s dis boy?”
“Er... it’s Incel pride”
“You an incel boy, you got a small dick?”
I fumbled for words. All the girls were looking at me, waiting for my response. I heard a couple of barely-suppressed snickers from the girls.
“It’s like…. For example, we can’t get in clubs” I said, "Like..er... we would never get in this place.”
“You pissed cos you can’t get wit da bitches, is dat it?”
All the girls were laughing now. Look, man…er all we are saying is we want to be treated equal. You know, like gender or racial equality. We’re all minorities”
“Whooo, wait a minute boy!” Trey said. “You comparing incels to the struggle of the black man? He barred his teeth menacingly.
“He’s going to give us a presentation,” the bitch in the leather jeans said, smiling.
“He says you won’t let him in the club because he’s too ugly” Aubrey said.
Then security guy looked at the doorman. “Hey D, let this dude in why doncha? I think we wanna hear what this little redneck bitch has got to say”
Chapter Six
