There’s Something Queer About Andrew Tate

my latest at The American Spectator

I hate to be that guy, but I think it’s time that someone said it: Andrew Tate is incredibly gay.

Yes, gay accusations are drably cliché at this point … while serving as a status symbol proving a celebrity has finally “made it.” But allow me to clarify. I don’t intend to imply that Andrew Tate would secretly like to engage in intercourse with other men. The whole Andrew Tate affair — and the broader red-pilled manosphere phenomenon in general — is gay in a cosmic sense, meaning its reverence for “heroic” masculinity has developed a kind of fetishistic aura around it, an aura that inevitably carries an erotic charge.

From the alphas and Chads who devote countless hours in the gym, post thirst traps, engage in combat sports, and brag about sleeping with women to the ideological incels who spend their days on the internet praising heroic masculine virtue and owning the libs while functionally being Wojaks and soy boys, the impulse itself to talk about masculinity is categorically pretty “sus” to begin with.

On his relationship with Adin Ross

The series of videos featuring Tate and Twitch gaming star Adin Ross only serve to further this point. The dialogues between the two are reminiscent of Socrates and Alcibiades — the wise, elder master and his precocious young disciple. Like in ancient times, Ross’ desire to drink from the fountain of Tate’s wisdom seems to be mixed with erotic longing, which is anything but shocking to Ross’ fans, who are already familiar with his reputation for making thinly veiled homoerotic comments toward other men (for shock value, of course [?]).

In one video, Ross fawns sycophantically over Tate, who welcomes him to his house in Dubai wearing only tight, low-cut kickboxing shorts. Over the course of the discussion, Ross indulges in the sus antics he’s known for. He asks if he can also remove his own shirt and proceeds to do so despite Tate expressing that he has no interest in looking at his “pudgy” body. After doing so, Ross insists on flexing the few noticeable muscles that he has and then goes on to challenge Tate to arm wrestle him.

After losing five matches, he begs Tate to let him smoke one of his cigars, right before Tate starts bragging about the size of his genitals. He intends to prove to all of their viewers that his member is the “largest in the world,” only for Ross to beg him not to — out of the fear of getting banned for breaking Twitch’s censorship policy. Ross continues to shower Tate with compliments, reminding him that he flew halfway across the world just to see him, as Tate repeatedly hurls insults at him — which Ross seems to enjoy in a masochistic kind of way. Ross, who envies Tate’s physique (despite being, as some would argue, a butterface), begs Tate to teach him how to get a six-pack.

On gym culture

Workout trends that focus on developing an aesthetically appealing physique — rather than developing virtue or the strength to carry out one’s duties — have called some to question the extent to which even macho gym bros are being feminized. As art critic John Berger once observed, men look at women, and women look at men looking at them. The slew of men getting dolled up in chic, revealing outfits to go to the gym, carrying tripods so that they can record and later post their workouts — or worse, the men who gaze upon themselves in the mirror and take pictures of themselves flexing — speak to the homoerotic energy within today’s gym culture. There’s a reason some people consider homosexuality to be a narcissism of the soul.

En fin…

At the end of the day, I have a hard time taking the Tate debacle seriously. On my off [my meds] days, I wonder if it’s all just a government psyop designed to radicalize the members of the red-pilled manosphere so that they start behaving in morally depraved ways, thus making it much easier to stigmatize anyone (even the more mild Peterson and Rogan types) who advocates for heroic masculine virtue … or even who believe that there is indeed such a thing as a gender binary. Maybe it is … maybe it isn’t. All I know is that this video that surfaced last week does little to refute my case.

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