Thinking is Sexy – And It’s More Important Than Ever To THINK
If rape is patriarchy’s weapon of choice against women, then war has to be the harshest of patriarchy’s weapons against men.
I have written previously about patriarchy’s war against men using the word “war” metaphorically. In this metaphorical war men are shut down and emotionally amputated by a social system that harms them as much as it harms women.
Damaged men then go on to harm women – programmed into being patriarchy’s tools of war in its battle against the feminine. The system works as it is designed to – separating human beings who are wired for love and connection so that we can all be exploited and controlled.
Real WAR, the type fought with guns and bombs is the most brutal and total way in which patriarchy exploits, abuses and harms men. And we never, ever talk about it. There is almost complete omerta about the damage war does to our men and by extension us, their women.
Very, very, very few people gain from war ever.
This is a just a truth.
So why are millions of young men killed and maimed year after year after year?
Who gains?
What is gained?
Why are these wars fought?
If you have your eyes open and you have retained (or regained) your sovereign right to think for yourself and ask challenging questions (I would say this is more than a right, it is a duty) you have probably realised a long time ago that there is one small group of people who gain from war.
Everyone else loses.
The families in war torn countries obviously lose.
The families in the countries that wage the wars also lose as our taxes are spent on bombs rather than the schools, hospitals, roads, sports’ facilities, art galleries, theatres, pensions, parks, clean beaches etc etc that would enrich our lives and reward us all for our hard slog.
My youngest child turned 18 this year. He was born into the financial crash of 2008. His entire life has been spent in austerity. Meanwhile the money keeps flowing to make wars on the INNOCENT peoples of other countries.
I am impatient with the notion that only women and children are “innocent casualties” of war. Our men are too. Men, women and children are all innocent casualties of war waged across the world for the profit of the few.
By now you will be thinking, I am sure, why is Anabelle going off on one about war? What has war got to do with sensual massage and steamy sex?
My reply is that I am a whore, not a prostitute – I keep telling you this! And whores care, deeply, about humanity. We care deeply about the pain we connect to in the (mainly) men that we work with. We do not want our men to be hurt, maimed or killed.
Whores, like most women, deeply want our men to heal their wounding and stand beside us to create a better, kinder, more loving and compassionate world. The planet needs this and so do the humans living on her.
Whores, unlike most women, devote their lives to helping men heal their wounding. It is what we devote our sensual, steamy sessions to. Yes, we enjoy the pleasure we share with you and we devote it to healing – you, the planet, us, humanity.
Sexual energy is the energy of creation, when it is offered up, with intent for healing, it will heal.
But we are working against a monstrous war machine that is unrelenting in its pursuit of death and destruction in the interests of profits for the very, very few.
I am currently working quietly, in my own corner of the English countryside, connecting one man at a time to his divine power, his magnificence, his beauty, his love, his compassion and yes, his pleasure. As I do this the newspapers, TVs and radios in this country are constantly banging the drums for war, war and more war.
It is so unbelievably disheartening. I am up against an immensely powerful and well-funded war mongering establishment. I feel very tiny and insignificant. But I must use the little voice that I have and implore you to THINK.
Please.
THINK.
Please think for yourself.
Your thoughts are the most powerful weapon we have against the war mongers. They invest billions in getting you to think their way. You can be a spanner in the works by thinking differently.
Just start by asking the question – to everything they want you to believe – WHO GAINS?
My great grandmother was interned in the first concentration camp – created, not by the Germans in WW2, but by the British in the Boer war in the early 1890s. She was a Boer (Afrikaner) imprisoned for the crime of living on the land the British wanted to control (well more specifically they wanted the diamonds underneath the land that my ancestors lived on). She was interned with her English husband who had committed the crime of marrying into the “enemy”.
He died of typhoid whilst interned. She survived with trauma that the females in my family are still trying to release from our bodies (possibly one of the reasons orgasm is so important to me – it’s a very deep release.)
Who gained?
Who gained from a war that my family still suffers from?
Did any of the families of any of the British (and Empire) soldiers who died or were maimed in that war gain from their death or maiming or did they just suffer like mine?
Did your family gain?
Did the British people gain?
For sure, a few British people gained.
These few are commemorated with countries named after them. Released and grieving, my great grandmother travelled north to escape the people who had imprisoned her family and killed her husband, into the country which, with cruel irony, was named after the man who had instigated the war.
They are commemorated in statues across our cities and with trust funds that ensure their descendants are always a rung higher up the hierarchical ladder than the descendants of the men who fought and died in the wars that they profited from.
Whatever the BBC, or The Times, or LBC tells you, war is not about fighting for your freedom (or your children’s freedoms), it is always, always about taking your freedom (and quite possibly life) and sacrificing it on the altar of their insatiable greed.
They rely on us having poor memories.
I don’t have a cognitive memory of the horrors of the concentration camp my great grandmother endured in the 1890s. I don’t have a cognitive memory of the terror my grandmother went through giving birth on a kitchen table during war time blackout in the 1940s.
But the memories do live on, as trauma, in my body which I have sadly passed down to my daughter.
Even when the damage wreaked by the guns, gases and bombs of war are repaired, the physical and emotional damage remains in our bodies. I doubt there is a single person living in the supposedly civilised western world that is not impacted to some degree or other by the wars fought in the time of our parents, grand-parents, great-grandparents and beyond.
How is this civilised?
How is it civilised to fight each other?
Any parent or primary school teacher can tell you that the earliest lessons we teach our children is to solve disputes without resorting to fighting. Yet our newspapers and TV screens are filled with experts saying over, and over, and over again – i.e. hypnotising us – into believing that we MUST fight – that there is no other way.
I doubt very much that the Boers really cared about the diamonds under their land. I am sure a negotiated settlement could have been reached. But when you want ALL the wealth, and ALL the land you don’t attempt to negotiate a settlement.
The British didn’t want to settle with the Boers in the Transvaal (diamonds), they didn’t want to settle with the Iranians (oil), they don’t want to settle with the Russians (abundant natural resources).
They want it all.
And because they want it, they create a narrative about “just wars” that entitle them to grab it. This has been the way the English have operated since Elizabeth I and her pirate sea dogs. The English power elite have looted and pillaged their way through history. Why would they stop now?
And they use our men to do their dirty work for them. The formula is simple: you bang the drums for war. You persuade gullible and brainwashed young men, or men who have no other choices, to put on your uniform and sacrifice their lives or their mental and physical health for your desire so that you can own ALL the diamonds (oil or mineral natural resources).
I implore you again, THINK.
Why do you think the BBC, LBC and The Times want you to believe that Russia (like the Boers before them) are the greatest evil to mankind?
WHO GAINS?
Maybe DuckDuckGo the mineral wealth of Russia before rushing to an answer.
That is how you begin to THINK.
Most of my very lovely clients are from the blessed generations of Brits who have not gained first hand experience of the horrors of war. Other countries have not been as fortunate as we have, and shamefully we ignore our good fortune when we seek to deny people in great need refuge in our blessedly peaceful land.
I am deeply troubled that the lucky generations are nodding along with the evil messaging of our billionaire media class telling us that we need to prepare for even more war.
Armchair warriors across the nation, G&T in hand, nod along as the latest BBC nodding dog pronounces the need for conscription.
Unthinking Daily Mail readers consume the same messaging over their morning tea and toast.
The entire media establishment is busy making the “sensible” case for conscripting our young people into a “just war” for Russian resources.
Maybe I’m selfish, as a mum, to not want my beautiful boys sacrificed on the altar of Blackrock’s insatiable greed?
Maybe I’m selfish, as a citizen, to not want my country to be further depleted by a completely pointless war so that a few well positioned individuals can make themselves filthy rich?
Maybe I’m selfish, as a whore, to not want to navigate my way around broken bodies and broken souls?
The armchair warriors, the political pundits and the billionaire owned media do not seem to care about the cost of war. Maybe that is because they never pay it. Churchill led Empire troops into complete disaster at Gallipoli (how many lives were lost because of his incompetency?) and yet he is remembered as our “greatest war leader.”
It is easy to bang the drums of war when you never have to dance to the tune of war.
Surely, we have learnt this by now.
Are we really going to let ourselves be led on this merry little dance again.
You know how it goes – YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU – bang, bang, bang the drums. Then the fatalities and casualties return year, after blood-soaked year, until finally an end to the slaughter is negotiated (by talk – talking is always the way the slaughter ends). Then comes the hand wringing, the wailing, the parades, the memorials, the poppies, the commitment to NEVER LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN.
Until our memories fade and we start marching to their war drums, again.
Please.
THINK.
Think of your duty to the young men and women who have whole lives ahead of them.
Think of the intergenerational harm that is about to be inflicted all over again before we have fully healed from the last round of intergenerational harm.
Then challenge the narrative.
Be brave.
Find your voice and ask – everyone – is this actually necessary? Is it actually “just”. What is “just”?
If it is necessary for millions of Brits to follow their Ukrainian, Russian, Gazan, Syrian, Somalian, Libyan, Lebanese, Iranian, Afghan, Iraqi, Vietnamese etc etc brothers and sisters into the slaughter machine.
This Saturday, 10th October 2026, there is a rally in London to say NO to conscription. Read that again. It is not a rally to oppose another far away war in a far-away land. This is a rally to say NO to the conscription of our young people to die in a war that had a negotiated settlement between the two parties as long ago as April 2022 (which Boris Johnson scuppered).
The billionaire owned media will move from calling for conscription to tarring and feathering any of young people who take a principled stance against killing other young people in a different coloured uniform.
And you will nod along with that too unless you stop nodding.
You will also nod along to the imprisonment of young people – who could be building this country – for the crime of seeing the complete waste of war.
You may even nod along as your own children and grandchildren are sacrificed so that Boris and his mates can make another hefty contribution to their Caymen Island accounts.
Please.
THINK.
Please disconnect from their tools of mass hypnosis and regain your ability to think and challenge for yourself.
Thinking is fucking sexy. If you have got this far into this blog post you clearly agree! My regular readers find my writing as sexy as my body. I take that as a compliment rather than a kind way of saying “You’re not one of the hot young chicks I usually go for” (that is currently only a partially written blog post!)
Thinking women find thinking men sexy. Thinking men find thinking women sexy. If you have stayed with me this far then you are one of the sexy ones!
Why is thinking sexy? Well sexy is, as I keep saying, in blog after blog, your power and you cannot have power if you are not thinking. That is why women will have much bigger, deeper orgasms with a thinking man than they will with a hypnotised tool of the establishment – whatever the size of his cock.
And yes, I know I am being manipulative here, but these are desperately desperate times and I will bribe you with my orgasmic pleasure to save my sons or daughter (or any of their friends, or any of your children or grandchildren) from being conscripted to fight in another completely unnecessary war for the gain of already very rich and powerful people.
Humans are not aggressive and combative by nature. We are peace loving, sexy fucks who love to fuck. We have to be massively brainwashed into believing that war is somehow good for us. Just look at the consistency and persistence of their messaging if you doubt me.
And switch off from it.
Return to love.
Return to sex.
Return to orgasmic pleasure.
And read another of my blogs with your cup of tea or G&T instead of mindlessly consuming more of their hate.
Please.
THINK.
For the sake of my children. And yours. And his. And hers.
For the sake of all our children, this whore implores you to THINK.
And she reminds you that thinking is the sexiest thing any human can do.
