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The Pussy
"Savage yarns that rip into your sac and don't let go." -- Michiko Kakutani
279 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 3, 2016
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February 9, 2023
Reading the positive reviews praising this book for its hilarity and relatability has left me wondering whether I'm living in an alternate reality.
For context, here are three excerpts that stood out to me:
#1:
#2, from a segment titled “I just want to eat asian ass forever”:
#3:
A reviewer claimed that this book is a good read if you’re “okay with objectification of women (lol).”
I think this book does more than objectify women. This book perfectly illustrates just how deeply rotten, harmful and pathetic male sexuality is. This book consists of pages upon pages of the author yapping about his alleged sexual encounters with women while referring to them as 'prize hogs' and other dehumanizing terms. He also loves writing about how bad he wants to fuck minors. Hell, there’s even an entire segment dedicated to his love for underage girls:
Bonus from another segment:
When he isn’t talking about how much he’d like to ejaculate in a minor and how grateful women should be for not getting gang-raped by men on a daily basis, he instead writes about himself wallowing in self-pity because—get this—no one has ever loved him. Boo fucking hoo.
I would argue that there is one semi-positive aspect to this book, though. Due to the ongoing debate about women’s liberation, there is a persistent, yet futile effort—particularly by men—to conceal men’s ‘nature’ and several rationalizations are made to explain the rampancy of rape, pedophilia, violence, etc. It is therefore somewhat satisfying to read a male author who unabashedly—albeit unintentionally—proves the most misandrist of women right.
The main takeaway here, though, isn't that the author is the absolute worst and most disgusting misogynist in existence. A rarity, a clear outlier. No.
Indeed, as avowed by both the author himself and the (overwhelmingly male) readers, his thoughts and actions simply epitomize the average man.
Personally, the fact that most of the rather mild criticism for this book concerns the author’s vulgarity and delivery rather than his overt hatred of women and lust for minors is appalling.
For context, here are three excerpts that stood out to me:
#1:
I need to have sex soon or I will die. Specifically, I need to have unprotected sex with a woman between fifteen and twenty seven years of age. Women, you understand nothing. Have a kid and maybe you’ll know. Watch your baby get run over by a dump truck. The way you want to throw yourself under the wheels to save it is about the way I want to forcibly rabbit fuck this sorority girl on vacation. All men, always, are just walking around with this. You can’t jerk it out of you. It’s just raging constantly, bubbling agony in your guts now and forever. You need pussy like breathing. And the world just waterboards you.
Women. The fact that you are not brutally raped–not just every day, but several fucking times per day by gangs of engorged male baboons– the fact that your mailman just hands you the Crate and Barrel catalog and smiles instead of strangling you with his government issue fanny pack and throat fucking you, relishing your tears, spraying his triumphant mailman nut on the geraniums… we are doing you a huge fucking favor at all times.
#2, from a segment titled “I just want to eat asian ass forever”:
Mary. Mary from AA.. She is 34 years old, she revealed. 34! She looks 14. Asians.
[…] We smoke on the porch and then I bend her over the rail and breed her like a prize hog in front of the neighbors. […] I need to make a hundred billion dollars. Declare myself Emperor of the World for the sole purpose of making her my slave and broodmare. Why is that too much to ask. I need to buy her entire family. Hold them hostage so she’s forced to cuddle with me and watch Netflix with my warm winter boner ensconced between her tiny hot hams.
#3:
I’m a 40 year old man with a job and I brag about barebacking hookers in the Philippines. […] Never use condoms, ever. Actually– once. She insisted. After I’d been digging her out raw and sloppy in the unseasonable September heat. Relishing how my cock would stink after. You use conn-domm she said in her Full Metal Jacket “shoooooot… meeeeee” accent, which would have made me cum too fast so I grudgingly put one on. It just trapped her chlamydia laden pussy juice against my dickskin. Rough latex shredding the twat I’d already soaked in a truck tank full of my AIDS laden precum. In fairness, she was more afraid I’d get her pregnant. I told her I was going to. […]
She lost her virginity at 15. Raped on a club dance floor. He didn’t get all the way in before he came but she got pregnant. The miscreant was never found. Biologically, he lived the dream.
A reviewer claimed that this book is a good read if you’re “okay with objectification of women (lol).”
I think this book does more than objectify women. This book perfectly illustrates just how deeply rotten, harmful and pathetic male sexuality is. This book consists of pages upon pages of the author yapping about his alleged sexual encounters with women while referring to them as 'prize hogs' and other dehumanizing terms. He also loves writing about how bad he wants to fuck minors. Hell, there’s even an entire segment dedicated to his love for underage girls:
Like all straight men, I am powerfully sexually attracted to underage girls. Far more than to women of legal age. If you aren’t, say so in the comments. I’ll know everything else you say is also a lie.
It’s natural, but I feel like a miscreant. […] Any woman of legal age is already past her peak. […] Every cell in your body was crafted over millions of years for the sole purpose of ejaculating inside ovulating young teens. The smell of her armpits after field hockey practice makes you a beast. You’d crack. Then live in terror. She’s gonna talk. She’s gonna write about her crush in her Lisa Frank diary that her parents dig up. She’s gonna tell a friend who tells her therapist who tells the cops. Suddenly you’re in the chester tank. Sex offender for life. A child rapist. Never work again, live in real danger of being flayed alive by medieval peasant mobs. Neighborhood brutes beat you with tire irons. What if it was my daughter, they say, but really– they’re jealous. You took that sweet pussy they can never have.
Bonus from another segment:
All I wanted was to write this morning. Plus at least $2 million for free and to impregnate a fifteen year old Asian. […]
When he isn’t talking about how much he’d like to ejaculate in a minor and how grateful women should be for not getting gang-raped by men on a daily basis, he instead writes about himself wallowing in self-pity because—get this—no one has ever loved him. Boo fucking hoo.
I would argue that there is one semi-positive aspect to this book, though. Due to the ongoing debate about women’s liberation, there is a persistent, yet futile effort—particularly by men—to conceal men’s ‘nature’ and several rationalizations are made to explain the rampancy of rape, pedophilia, violence, etc. It is therefore somewhat satisfying to read a male author who unabashedly—albeit unintentionally—proves the most misandrist of women right.
The main takeaway here, though, isn't that the author is the absolute worst and most disgusting misogynist in existence. A rarity, a clear outlier. No.
Indeed, as avowed by both the author himself and the (overwhelmingly male) readers, his thoughts and actions simply epitomize the average man.
Personally, the fact that most of the rather mild criticism for this book concerns the author’s vulgarity and delivery rather than his overt hatred of women and lust for minors is appalling.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
March 1, 2020
I've taken enough stimulants to recognize a writer on uppers. Maybe it was Adderall. Maybe it was his girlfriend of the moment's leftover diet pills. And yet the manic tweaker vibe in the sexual imagery described here echoes in some way man's basest thoughts. Yes, women, we are having extremely lewd, really nasty thoughts about you all hours of the day, no matter how much we downplay it, deny it or behave in a manner opposite of that mentality. And that's what scares you, ladies, that we could be such gentlemen, such poets while also thinking about what your panties would smell like, how cute it would be to gross you out just to see your feminine reaction so we could bask in it, etc.
All that being said, what really put this over the four star mark and in five star territory was the narrator saying goodbye to his cat. In one obvious way, he was still sticking to the title theme. Of all the companions that come and go through this one, it seems like Bud the cat is the only one that loves him in the way a human being needs. And this is often true of animals in real life. Animals are better at love than people. Not with other animals, of course, but with their human roommates.
All that being said, what really put this over the four star mark and in five star territory was the narrator saying goodbye to his cat. In one obvious way, he was still sticking to the title theme. Of all the companions that come and go through this one, it seems like Bud the cat is the only one that loves him in the way a human being needs. And this is often true of animals in real life. Animals are better at love than people. Not with other animals, of course, but with their human roommates.
July 8, 2025
I blame his teacher who tried to seduce our author at the tender age of fifteen. If only he’d given in to her designs on his virginity he might not have developed his rampant sex addiction (making up for lost time I guess). I found myself silently humming The Buzzcocks’ song “Orgasm Addict” whilst reading. The song’s final line goes -“He’s always at it”. A sure thing in the case of Tacos!
Too long, repetitive and frankly boring after a while. I had to skip the last few chapters/tales.
2.5 rounded down.
Too long, repetitive and frankly boring after a while. I had to skip the last few chapters/tales.
2.5 rounded down.
March 28, 2021
Terrible book. Bunch of incoherent and schizophrenic blog posts written by a porn addict who is either making stories up to try and make men look bad or is actually a psychopath who gets off on treating women like shit to feel better about his own shitty life.
The book was recommended to me but I have no idea what I was expecting from someone calling himself delicious tacos. Waste of time
The book was recommended to me but I have no idea what I was expecting from someone calling himself delicious tacos. Waste of time
December 14, 2019
I keep recommending this to my friends and they just look at me like I'm a sociopath.
July 20, 2025
Extremely online incel literature as godawful as its cover suggests. Whatever genre or movement this belongs to, I loathe and curse it.
May 6, 2019
I bought this book on my kindle after my favorite Twitter personality, Bronze Age Mantis, recommended this on his Twitter feed. His book "Bronze Age Mindset" was the best book I read in 2018 and I read it maybe four times already. This is the second time I have been disappointed by one of his recommendations... this book is degenerate trash. There are a few short stories in it that are funny and creative, but for the most part they are all just about the anonymous authors attempts to get laid, which gets boring pretty fast. These types of stories make up the majority in the collection and they all sound the same: Meets girl with boring personality, they have sex, she stops seeing him for vague reasons after seeing someone else, he is bothered by the state of contemporary dating and goes on some nihilistic internal monologue, repeat. If only a few stories were like this this would be fine, but you can only read about this so many times before it just starts to get gross. When I finished reading this book I felt like I needed a shower in my mind.
Cannot recommend.
Cannot recommend.
August 6, 2020
Existing entirely outside the society of contemporary literature, which decides which books should be feted and which ones not, Delicious Tacos is free to be vulgar and direct. This is refreshing, and makes for a fun, compelling read with imaginative passages and fresh insight.
He is like a modern-day Charles Bukowski, whose art was intimately linked to his (crafted) personality. He is like Bukowski in his directness, and also subject matter: fucking and drinking.
After a few stories, however, the gag is not funny any more, and there are no more tricks. The experience becomes lurid, and the reader begins to wonder if the author has any depth or capability for reflection. We also begin to sense that Mr Tacos is a full-fledged, card-carrying member of the manosphere and is dedicated to the idea that a woman's worth is dependant on her attractiveness and how well she exploits it to give men boners.
Which is fine, if you want to take that somewhere. But he doesn't take it anywhere, because he does not see that there is anywhere to go. A stunted man does not know he's stunted.
He is like a modern-day Charles Bukowski, whose art was intimately linked to his (crafted) personality. He is like Bukowski in his directness, and also subject matter: fucking and drinking.
After a few stories, however, the gag is not funny any more, and there are no more tricks. The experience becomes lurid, and the reader begins to wonder if the author has any depth or capability for reflection. We also begin to sense that Mr Tacos is a full-fledged, card-carrying member of the manosphere and is dedicated to the idea that a woman's worth is dependant on her attractiveness and how well she exploits it to give men boners.
Which is fine, if you want to take that somewhere. But he doesn't take it anywhere, because he does not see that there is anywhere to go. A stunted man does not know he's stunted.
May 18, 2021
Delicious Tacos lies at the 99th percentile of horniness, the 99th percentile of addictiveness, and the 99th percentile of writing skill. There are a few other famous writers in this cluster (fictional and real)—you're probably familiar with them. And the early parts of The Pussy will feel familiar, too: extremely vulgar, extremely funny vignettes about dating, booze-soaked conquests, and horniness. The style is punchy, active, internet-y.
This will probably get repetitive, you think to yourself. It does, and it's ugly. The fun vicarious debauchery only lasts so long. Tacos stops drinking. He gets a job that eats up half his day. He goes to sleep at 9. The longing never stops. As he gets older, the girls get fatter. Each fuck now lays further apart. But the longing never stops. He is crushed by wageslavery, but can't stop fantasizing about every single girl that crosses his path. He tries a sex addicts group. It doesn't work. He's internet-famous and competing against actual-famous dudes. Hypergamy makes him bitter.
What started out as a fun romp has turned into a Darwinian tragedy about an animal unfit for its environment, its fate an inevitable consequence of its character. A tragedy without catharsis. The book would've been better if it was published posthumously. Suicide, of course. Or maybe one of the crazier exes.
As Tacos gets older, he dreams about escaping the modern world, but the truth is he's stuck being a secretary for the next 30 years. He can write, but his true vocation doesn't pay the bills. He dreams about finding that one girl he can settle down with, build a house on the prairie, pop out a few kids. But he doesn't really like any of the women he fucks. You get the sense that he compulsively scrolls through Simon Sarris's timeline and weeps.
If he found her, could he keep her? (No.)
By the end, all that's left is ugliness, sadness, despair, death, and a dystopian vision of work and love in our society. A brutal rollercoaster. Even the fucking cat dies.
This will probably get repetitive, you think to yourself. It does, and it's ugly. The fun vicarious debauchery only lasts so long. Tacos stops drinking. He gets a job that eats up half his day. He goes to sleep at 9. The longing never stops. As he gets older, the girls get fatter. Each fuck now lays further apart. But the longing never stops. He is crushed by wageslavery, but can't stop fantasizing about every single girl that crosses his path. He tries a sex addicts group. It doesn't work. He's internet-famous and competing against actual-famous dudes. Hypergamy makes him bitter.
What started out as a fun romp has turned into a Darwinian tragedy about an animal unfit for its environment, its fate an inevitable consequence of its character. A tragedy without catharsis. The book would've been better if it was published posthumously. Suicide, of course. Or maybe one of the crazier exes.
As Tacos gets older, he dreams about escaping the modern world, but the truth is he's stuck being a secretary for the next 30 years. He can write, but his true vocation doesn't pay the bills. He dreams about finding that one girl he can settle down with, build a house on the prairie, pop out a few kids. But he doesn't really like any of the women he fucks. You get the sense that he compulsively scrolls through Simon Sarris's timeline and weeps.
Summer in Montana. Winter in the Philippines. Both places I’ll be a god to bucolic primitives. The only man who can read. Every bison steak slinging blue eyed teen waitress trembling for my unholy cunning as I demonstrate an Earth-shattering technological innovation: the stick. Virgin cunts drool in awe at my vast cash hoard: $1700. I’ve grappled with civilization. I lost. Now to the trees. If it doesn’t work out I’ll fuck an elk.
If he found her, could he keep her? (No.)
By the end, all that's left is ugliness, sadness, despair, death, and a dystopian vision of work and love in our society. A brutal rollercoaster. Even the fucking cat dies.
February 8, 2017
While I love the anecdotes, humor and insights, what really hooked me is Delicious Taco’s writing style. It is bare but not simple. He is a master of tone and pacing. His delivery is perfect and will give you fits of laughter. This isn’t the kind of book that will put you to sleep. It’s the kind of book that will keep you up all night turning to the next page and wondering, How is it possible that the messy parts of life are so fabulous? And why the heck do we try so hard to make life pristine when it’s the grit and dirt that gives it meaning?
In conclusion: ten thousand stars
In conclusion: ten thousand stars
April 13, 2022
The absolute degenerecy is enlightening, to me this is a reflection of the curse of men, of what we endure and our longingness for lasting affection
May 9, 2024
Right wingers say “No, but he’s a great writer! Like legitimately great!” Okay, if you’ve never read Henry Miller, William T. Vollmann—hey, Bukowski is evoked by Delicious Tacos at his best. But see, these wingnuts don’t read, and neither does Delicious Tacos. He’s not competing to beat the obvious champ in his division, workaday incel Michel Houellebecq. No, Tacos is more a guy who once tried to be creative by taking an improv class. That’s the mindset he’s in—you can tell by the way each “short story” ends with a zinger.
Delicious Tacos does capture the feel of being a “creative” white cishet in the twenty-first century. The crappy car, the terrestrial radio screaming out AC/DC in the crappy car, the phone calls to B of A, the telemarketing boiler room, the slightly scrofulous girls in HMS Bounty—he gets all that. But it never ascends past the level of a carefully and well written Facebook post, because I don’t think Tacos really cherishes literary “quality.” Instead, he chases “engagement”—and as the insanely repetitive sex addict author turns forty at the end of the book, I can only say: Good luck with that!
Delicious Tacos does capture the feel of being a “creative” white cishet in the twenty-first century. The crappy car, the terrestrial radio screaming out AC/DC in the crappy car, the phone calls to B of A, the telemarketing boiler room, the slightly scrofulous girls in HMS Bounty—he gets all that. But it never ascends past the level of a carefully and well written Facebook post, because I don’t think Tacos really cherishes literary “quality.” Instead, he chases “engagement”—and as the insanely repetitive sex addict author turns forty at the end of the book, I can only say: Good luck with that!
January 5, 2025
Neither the cover art, the title, nor the name of the author make you think this will be worth reading, but it definitely is. In between telling us about how often he thinks about impregnating fertile Asian pussy are honest and hard hitting critiques of the modern world that any man between 40 and 20 will recognize and see himself in.
September 26, 2023
Gross and pathetic. Elliot Rodger's screed was a more interesting read than this.
June 15, 2018
It's a good read if...
...you're okay with objectification of women (lol), banal overuse of profanity, some repetitiveness, and some grotesquerie.
Overall this is a good book. I'm glad I read it. But I don't think it's a masterwork, and I definitely don't think it would be everyone's cup of tea.
Positives of the book: Raw, gripping, occasionally erotic, lots of pathos. Insight into a particular aspect of the heterosexual male experience.
Delicious Tacos is the midpoint between Tucker Max and The Last Psychiatrist.
...you're okay with objectification of women (lol), banal overuse of profanity, some repetitiveness, and some grotesquerie.
Overall this is a good book. I'm glad I read it. But I don't think it's a masterwork, and I definitely don't think it would be everyone's cup of tea.
Positives of the book: Raw, gripping, occasionally erotic, lots of pathos. Insight into a particular aspect of the heterosexual male experience.
Delicious Tacos is the midpoint between Tucker Max and The Last Psychiatrist.
February 4, 2021
Numbingly repetitive and stupid. Hard to know what to make of this collection of blog posts. Too unimaginative, personal and lacking any sort of narrative structure to be called stories. Too ridiculous and far from reality to classify the book as confessional writing.
Nonetheless, very hilarious and very honest in the worst ways possible. I loved it.
Nonetheless, very hilarious and very honest in the worst ways possible. I loved it.
February 8, 2023
If you liked this book, saw your head off
March 29, 2025
Funny, also repulsive. But they often go hand in hand, recommended
January 9, 2024
Well...if the book itself isn't enough to convince you that male sexuality is broken, the numerous five star reviews from other men claiming that this is in fact how they think really say it all, don't they?
The one good thing about this book is that it will absolutely wake up any woman who reads it to the true and depraved nature of male sexuality. They want to rape your teenage daughter. They rape prostitutes in third world countries who have been trafficked from childhood. They see you and every other woman as a piece of meat to be chewed up and discarded. And they think it's funny. Call me a feminazi all you want, men who love this book. You have already admitted that this is a reflection of your desires. All I'm doing is rehashing what you have said yourselves, but with a critical eye.
I will in the interest of fairness admit that there are of course some men who are disgusted by this sort of misogyny, and rightfully so-you will always find outliers. But there are far more men who are actively getting off on female suffering. Look at any porn site and you'll be met with a neverending stream of "tiny teen slut used and abused", "anally raped whores in pain", "barely legal virgin face fucked until she vomits". Even if sadistic porn isn't the preference of a particular man, he cannot avoid seeing these titles on the sites he uses. He is funding the abuse. He is complicit.
They will claim it is "all fake", but the testimonies of ex porn "stars" make it abundantly clear that this is untrue. Never forget that these are real young women, often with a long history of sexual abuse as children, being abused on screen for men to masturbate to. They have their paychecks denied if they don't say for the camera that they enjoyed what happened or try to stop a scene halfway through. Underage rape porn that is uploaded gets millions of views before being taken down (if it is in fact taken down at all). The women in porn videos have their bodies torn open, they are drugged, they have their protests and screams of agony ignored, and they have their abuse immortalized online. These aren't deep web sites, these are mainstream. For more, see r/deadeyes, a subreddit with hundreds of thousands of subscribers that is dedicated to masturbating to young women having dissociative episodes due to the sexual abuse they are enduring. The suicide and addiction rates among ex porn stars are sky high. When there is a gang rape (including of a child, including when they're raped to death) the name of the victim ends up trending on porn sites. They want to see it. It gets them off.
Your boyfriend? He watches porn. Your husband? Watches it. Your father? Watches it. The religious leader you trust? Points in accusation with his right hand, masturbates with his left. There are exceptions but they are few and far in between. This is the uncomfortable truth.
Now, let's talk about prostitution, a subject addressed frequently in this book due to the fact that the author loves nothing more than sexually exploiting women from developing nations. Many women in prostitution have been sex trafficked. Many are under the control of a violent pimp. Almost all are on the streets because they're in such abject poverty that they feel it is their only option. None of them WANT to be having sex with multiple strangers every day. Men aren't stupid, they know this and do it anyways. Financial coercion is the most effective form, and what do we call sex that is coerced? Oh, yeah! Rape.
This novel may as well be considered a misogynistic manifesto, a book dedicated to assuring other degenerate sociopaths that thinking about and treating women in this way is fine and normal. Unfortunately, it IS normal, but it SHOULDN'T be. I don't care if the man who wrote this was "clearly on uppers." I've been on uppers too and somehow have never raped anyone. Isn't it interesting how that works?
If you enjoyed this book, seek help.
.
The one good thing about this book is that it will absolutely wake up any woman who reads it to the true and depraved nature of male sexuality. They want to rape your teenage daughter. They rape prostitutes in third world countries who have been trafficked from childhood. They see you and every other woman as a piece of meat to be chewed up and discarded. And they think it's funny. Call me a feminazi all you want, men who love this book. You have already admitted that this is a reflection of your desires. All I'm doing is rehashing what you have said yourselves, but with a critical eye.
I will in the interest of fairness admit that there are of course some men who are disgusted by this sort of misogyny, and rightfully so-you will always find outliers. But there are far more men who are actively getting off on female suffering. Look at any porn site and you'll be met with a neverending stream of "tiny teen slut used and abused", "anally raped whores in pain", "barely legal virgin face fucked until she vomits". Even if sadistic porn isn't the preference of a particular man, he cannot avoid seeing these titles on the sites he uses. He is funding the abuse. He is complicit.
They will claim it is "all fake", but the testimonies of ex porn "stars" make it abundantly clear that this is untrue. Never forget that these are real young women, often with a long history of sexual abuse as children, being abused on screen for men to masturbate to. They have their paychecks denied if they don't say for the camera that they enjoyed what happened or try to stop a scene halfway through. Underage rape porn that is uploaded gets millions of views before being taken down (if it is in fact taken down at all). The women in porn videos have their bodies torn open, they are drugged, they have their protests and screams of agony ignored, and they have their abuse immortalized online. These aren't deep web sites, these are mainstream. For more, see r/deadeyes, a subreddit with hundreds of thousands of subscribers that is dedicated to masturbating to young women having dissociative episodes due to the sexual abuse they are enduring. The suicide and addiction rates among ex porn stars are sky high. When there is a gang rape (including of a child, including when they're raped to death) the name of the victim ends up trending on porn sites. They want to see it. It gets them off.
Your boyfriend? He watches porn. Your husband? Watches it. Your father? Watches it. The religious leader you trust? Points in accusation with his right hand, masturbates with his left. There are exceptions but they are few and far in between. This is the uncomfortable truth.
Now, let's talk about prostitution, a subject addressed frequently in this book due to the fact that the author loves nothing more than sexually exploiting women from developing nations. Many women in prostitution have been sex trafficked. Many are under the control of a violent pimp. Almost all are on the streets because they're in such abject poverty that they feel it is their only option. None of them WANT to be having sex with multiple strangers every day. Men aren't stupid, they know this and do it anyways. Financial coercion is the most effective form, and what do we call sex that is coerced? Oh, yeah! Rape.
This novel may as well be considered a misogynistic manifesto, a book dedicated to assuring other degenerate sociopaths that thinking about and treating women in this way is fine and normal. Unfortunately, it IS normal, but it SHOULDN'T be. I don't care if the man who wrote this was "clearly on uppers." I've been on uppers too and somehow have never raped anyone. Isn't it interesting how that works?
If you enjoyed this book, seek help.
.
April 9, 2024
When I first set out to reread The Pussy by Delicious Tacos, I thought, “My God, I forgot how good this was.”
A few days later I thought, “My God, I forgot how stale and repetitive this was.”
Which makes The Pussy a difficult book to review. There are moments of brilliance in the book. There are moments of searing honesty that would do credit to any writer. But there are also moments where the writer goes beyond searing honesty and ventures into being unpleasant for the sake of being unpleasant. And there are all too many moments where the reader has to think, “This is just the 27th variation on the same story you've already told, Mr Tacos. Don't get me wrong though, it was good and revelatory the first time you told it, though.”
Which might not be a flaw in The Pussy itself. Published in 2016, this short story collection was really an incredible piece of work. Following in the vein of other misanthropic womanizers like Charles Bukowski and Michel Houellebecq, it showed a generation of young writers that it's possible to write fiction about male sexuality in an honest way.
But looking at The Pussy from the vantage point of 2024, it really just drives home the point that Mr Tacos has a bit of a limited literary imagination. His novel Finally Some Good News and his follow-up short story collection Savage Spear of the Unicorn go over the same territory in much the same way. More pussy chasing, more struggles with drugs and alcohol, more complaints about work, more leering at underage girls, etc.
There's an old adage that says the little quirks about a person that you fall in love with are the same little quirks that annoy you once you fall out of love with them. Something like that is going on here. So while The Pussy might have been a tight young piece of work in 2016, after eight years it's looser and starting to show its wrinkles.
The Pussy
The Pussy is a collection of short stories, mostly in first person, mostly following the everyday activities of a narrator who comes across as a fictionalized version of the author. He lives in LA, works some bullshit job, does a lot of drugs and drinking, starts attending AA meetings, ogles some women, sleeps with some women, and he has a pet cat. Over the course of the book he laments the decline of OkCupid, complains about Tinder, rails against capitalism and the human race as a whole, and does some bird watching.
The book gives us a close look inside the mind of this narrator, but there really aren't any other characters. There are women, a few of whom have names, and there are even some names that recur now and then over the course of the book. There are doctors, there's an AA sponsor who shows up now and again, and there are neighbors who show up here and there to annoy the narrator. But as far as actual characters with actual personalities, we really only have our narrator.
Which maybe you could say makes The Pussy a solipsistic piece of work. I'm not saying it makes it bad. More that if you're looking for a writer with genuine sympathy for suffering humanity, you won't find it here. Our narrator routinely tells us human beings are fiendishly selfish creatures who will exercise any cruelty at their disposal on anyone who shows the slightest weakness. That they'll never help you out or give you anything unless they can see you don't need it. And so on.
Which might be more interesting if the narrator showed any self-awareness about what holding such a view of humanity really tells us. But he doesn't, he just whines about it now and then.
Again, I'm not saying any of this makes The Pussy a bad book. The main job of fiction is to be interesting enough for us to follow willingly from the first page to the last page. And whatever you could say about the worldview the book expresses, it's not boring.
The Good
So I've been whaling on the book for a few paragraphs now, I know. But I really do like this book and find it intermittently brilliant. Let's talk about that.
The Pussy is at its best at the beginning and at the end. At the beginning you get some really imaginative, surreal, almost science fiction stories that are really the best the book has to offer.
“Autopilot” is the best story in the book, hands down. Here Mr Tacos takes his schtick of complaining about work and makes it into a genuine surrealist science fictional masterpiece. Set in a world where a new drug makes it possible for people to form no new memories in the workplace, it almost seems utopian. You don't have to remember anything that happens at work, so work is no longer a burden. And you even do better at your job because you don't care what happens at work. Of course, things go wrong in a wonderful way and the end of the story comes like a punch in the gut.
Perfect, really. Wonderful. Everything good in Delicious Tacos’ work in its most concentrated form.
“Product Review: Tenga® Easy Beat Egg™ Artificial Vagina, ‘Silky’” is another standout. The thing that makes the early stories in this collection so good is that while there may be long passages about sexual desire and how horrible women are, there's still a real romantic yearning here. This story tells the (truly touching) tale of a man who falls in love with a single-use sex toy. The life they build together, etc. And while there's a lot to be said about the subtext of this surreal story, it doesn't come off as crude or cynical. It's really sweet and genuinely moving.
Mr Tacos is also undeniably brilliant at expressing sexual desire. The sheer hatred you can feel for a woman over the simple fact that you desire her. The way you spend the whole of your adult life trying to make up for the fact that you weren't good with girls as a teenager, even though you know nothing will ever be enough to make up for that feeling of having been cut off. The strangeness of desire: “They didn’t fuck anymore. He cared about her too much. You have to want to hurt somebody to fuck them.”
The way the one you like never likes you back: “You get girls so you can feel something. But you can only get girls if you feel nothing.”
The parts about the cat at the end are very good too, and deeply sad.
The Bad
What's bad about The Pussy is exactly what's good about The Pussy. There's a lot in there, and what's fresh and striking on page 20 has become the same old trick by page 200. Plus the book is front-loaded with its best stories–somewhere along the line the book loses the flights of imagination and romantic yearning that sweetened the bitterness and made it magical.
The book becomes a collection of “just another” stories. Just another one about looking at girls in the park and how you feel like a mutant when they don't look back at you. Just another one about how much it sucks to get sober. Just another one about how much you can't stand your job.
While Mr Tacos may be good at what he does, the simple fact of the matter is that he doesn't do all that much. Read any one of his books and you've read all of his books.
So: is The Pussy worth reading? Sure. It's better than most of what's out there these days. It expresses pretty universal feelings men have about sex and about women, but which don't get expressed anywhere else. It now and then opens up in a poetic and imaginative style you really wish Mr Tacos would develop more fully. He seems to have pigeonholed himself as the guy who writes edgy sex stuff, though, so it's unlikely he'll take things in a new direction in the future.
But there's always hope.
A few days later I thought, “My God, I forgot how stale and repetitive this was.”
Which makes The Pussy a difficult book to review. There are moments of brilliance in the book. There are moments of searing honesty that would do credit to any writer. But there are also moments where the writer goes beyond searing honesty and ventures into being unpleasant for the sake of being unpleasant. And there are all too many moments where the reader has to think, “This is just the 27th variation on the same story you've already told, Mr Tacos. Don't get me wrong though, it was good and revelatory the first time you told it, though.”
Which might not be a flaw in The Pussy itself. Published in 2016, this short story collection was really an incredible piece of work. Following in the vein of other misanthropic womanizers like Charles Bukowski and Michel Houellebecq, it showed a generation of young writers that it's possible to write fiction about male sexuality in an honest way.
But looking at The Pussy from the vantage point of 2024, it really just drives home the point that Mr Tacos has a bit of a limited literary imagination. His novel Finally Some Good News and his follow-up short story collection Savage Spear of the Unicorn go over the same territory in much the same way. More pussy chasing, more struggles with drugs and alcohol, more complaints about work, more leering at underage girls, etc.
There's an old adage that says the little quirks about a person that you fall in love with are the same little quirks that annoy you once you fall out of love with them. Something like that is going on here. So while The Pussy might have been a tight young piece of work in 2016, after eight years it's looser and starting to show its wrinkles.
The Pussy
The Pussy is a collection of short stories, mostly in first person, mostly following the everyday activities of a narrator who comes across as a fictionalized version of the author. He lives in LA, works some bullshit job, does a lot of drugs and drinking, starts attending AA meetings, ogles some women, sleeps with some women, and he has a pet cat. Over the course of the book he laments the decline of OkCupid, complains about Tinder, rails against capitalism and the human race as a whole, and does some bird watching.
The book gives us a close look inside the mind of this narrator, but there really aren't any other characters. There are women, a few of whom have names, and there are even some names that recur now and then over the course of the book. There are doctors, there's an AA sponsor who shows up now and again, and there are neighbors who show up here and there to annoy the narrator. But as far as actual characters with actual personalities, we really only have our narrator.
Which maybe you could say makes The Pussy a solipsistic piece of work. I'm not saying it makes it bad. More that if you're looking for a writer with genuine sympathy for suffering humanity, you won't find it here. Our narrator routinely tells us human beings are fiendishly selfish creatures who will exercise any cruelty at their disposal on anyone who shows the slightest weakness. That they'll never help you out or give you anything unless they can see you don't need it. And so on.
Which might be more interesting if the narrator showed any self-awareness about what holding such a view of humanity really tells us. But he doesn't, he just whines about it now and then.
Again, I'm not saying any of this makes The Pussy a bad book. The main job of fiction is to be interesting enough for us to follow willingly from the first page to the last page. And whatever you could say about the worldview the book expresses, it's not boring.
The Good
So I've been whaling on the book for a few paragraphs now, I know. But I really do like this book and find it intermittently brilliant. Let's talk about that.
The Pussy is at its best at the beginning and at the end. At the beginning you get some really imaginative, surreal, almost science fiction stories that are really the best the book has to offer.
“Autopilot” is the best story in the book, hands down. Here Mr Tacos takes his schtick of complaining about work and makes it into a genuine surrealist science fictional masterpiece. Set in a world where a new drug makes it possible for people to form no new memories in the workplace, it almost seems utopian. You don't have to remember anything that happens at work, so work is no longer a burden. And you even do better at your job because you don't care what happens at work. Of course, things go wrong in a wonderful way and the end of the story comes like a punch in the gut.
Perfect, really. Wonderful. Everything good in Delicious Tacos’ work in its most concentrated form.
“Product Review: Tenga® Easy Beat Egg™ Artificial Vagina, ‘Silky’” is another standout. The thing that makes the early stories in this collection so good is that while there may be long passages about sexual desire and how horrible women are, there's still a real romantic yearning here. This story tells the (truly touching) tale of a man who falls in love with a single-use sex toy. The life they build together, etc. And while there's a lot to be said about the subtext of this surreal story, it doesn't come off as crude or cynical. It's really sweet and genuinely moving.
Mr Tacos is also undeniably brilliant at expressing sexual desire. The sheer hatred you can feel for a woman over the simple fact that you desire her. The way you spend the whole of your adult life trying to make up for the fact that you weren't good with girls as a teenager, even though you know nothing will ever be enough to make up for that feeling of having been cut off. The strangeness of desire: “They didn’t fuck anymore. He cared about her too much. You have to want to hurt somebody to fuck them.”
The way the one you like never likes you back: “You get girls so you can feel something. But you can only get girls if you feel nothing.”
The parts about the cat at the end are very good too, and deeply sad.
The Bad
What's bad about The Pussy is exactly what's good about The Pussy. There's a lot in there, and what's fresh and striking on page 20 has become the same old trick by page 200. Plus the book is front-loaded with its best stories–somewhere along the line the book loses the flights of imagination and romantic yearning that sweetened the bitterness and made it magical.
The book becomes a collection of “just another” stories. Just another one about looking at girls in the park and how you feel like a mutant when they don't look back at you. Just another one about how much it sucks to get sober. Just another one about how much you can't stand your job.
While Mr Tacos may be good at what he does, the simple fact of the matter is that he doesn't do all that much. Read any one of his books and you've read all of his books.
So: is The Pussy worth reading? Sure. It's better than most of what's out there these days. It expresses pretty universal feelings men have about sex and about women, but which don't get expressed anywhere else. It now and then opens up in a poetic and imaginative style you really wish Mr Tacos would develop more fully. He seems to have pigeonholed himself as the guy who writes edgy sex stuff, though, so it's unlikely he'll take things in a new direction in the future.
But there's always hope.
April 13, 2018
Delicious Tacos is pretty vulgar, but he's also a great writer ("good writer, bad person", perhaps). This was a lot longer than his first book, and basically consisted of a bunch of blog posts, generally starting with his (dysfunctional, LA, Tinder/OKCupid, destructive) dating history, then AA, a somewhat-more real day job, and constant existential malaise. Maybe it says something bad about me that the only really "sad" story, aside from "wow, this is a horrible life of desperation", was the death of his cat at the jaws of a neighbor's pitbull. Overall a good read if you have a high tolerance for misanthropy.
November 18, 2019
Tacos is a talented writer, but this rather large collection of blog posts becomes tiring and repetitive in its content. A non-stop barrage of midlife crisis depressive crywank, if you're into that, great. He likes to fuck Asian girls and is an alcoholic, alright. "Finally Some Good News," his short novel, is a much smoother and better read.
July 7, 2021
I read a couple of the essays and I'm marking it as read because I don't plan on finishing it. The stories are like bonbons, you should take one occasionally and enjoy them across time. I like the style and the subject. Good stuff. Goes well with beer. The modern man sexual experience of a high-status manwhore. It's even better when you can relate.
February 20, 2018
DT’s insightful, humorous, and often tragic writing is like a combination of Jack’s unrequited lust from Fight Club and the hip nihilism of Patrick Bateman from American Pyscho, but unfortunately without the catharsis of either.
July 28, 2023
Horrifyingly misogynist, racist, hypersexualised and with lots of paedophilic and heinous fantasies. But also a deeply human insight into the limitless suffering of a sex addict and alcoholic. I can’t recommend it, but am glad I read it.
June 21, 2018
It's like a modern day Bukowski ripoff but a lot more repetitive and gay
March 14, 2021
Starts off as a breath of fresh air but quickly becomes extremely repetitive
January 25, 2024
Someone I follow on twitter likes this "author". I have no idea why.
I find the reception of this "book" very curious. It's not exactly rare to find examples to support Valerie Solanas' SCUM Manifesto, but to fit the description so perfectly is. In The Pussy, a portrait of men as psychotic animals incapable of love or joy or higher thought, fulfilled only by the violence against and degradation of women, consumed by the fantasy of sadistically mass raping women multiple times per day and obsessed with mechanically humping their hips back and forth, is painted. The rage and indignation men feel at such a portrayal by women seems nonexistent in regards to the exact same portrayal by a male author within the predominantly male readership. I think any man should feel insulted at being depicted like this, not accurately represented. The idea that women better show a little gratitude at not being brutally raped and murdered by the mailman because, as Delicious Tacos seems to believe, that's what all men constantly and impulsively want to do, should make more men upset.
It's not only a bad text (uninspired prose, reliant on shocking scenes or descriptions to keep the reader interested, nonexistent emotional depth) but the subject matter is repetitive both within the text and outside. There are a million 4chan posts by sad lonely men who hate women (or girls, rather, because the author describes his desire to stick his disgusting dick in teenagers and jealousy over other men getting to rape and impregnate 15 year olds) but want to fuck them. And honestly, those greentexts may just be more humorous and engaging than this drivel. Reading this, I'm tired and disappointed. I checked out the author's blog too, he's been writing the exact same thing for years (and he hired a prostitute to pretend to read The Pussy in photos, how painfully embarrassing). If you've read one post you've read them all. This isn't literature, it's like somebody trained an AI on pornography and subpar modern poetry. Just shit.
After reading this I feel like I'm in a worse, more stupid, and way less emotionally moving version of Of Mice and Men, telling Lenny "that's right, put on your audiobook of The Game that you got scammed out of 200 bucks for and deathgrip it to rape porn one more time while I reach for the gun".
I find the reception of this "book" very curious. It's not exactly rare to find examples to support Valerie Solanas' SCUM Manifesto, but to fit the description so perfectly is. In The Pussy, a portrait of men as psychotic animals incapable of love or joy or higher thought, fulfilled only by the violence against and degradation of women, consumed by the fantasy of sadistically mass raping women multiple times per day and obsessed with mechanically humping their hips back and forth, is painted. The rage and indignation men feel at such a portrayal by women seems nonexistent in regards to the exact same portrayal by a male author within the predominantly male readership. I think any man should feel insulted at being depicted like this, not accurately represented. The idea that women better show a little gratitude at not being brutally raped and murdered by the mailman because, as Delicious Tacos seems to believe, that's what all men constantly and impulsively want to do, should make more men upset.
It's not only a bad text (uninspired prose, reliant on shocking scenes or descriptions to keep the reader interested, nonexistent emotional depth) but the subject matter is repetitive both within the text and outside. There are a million 4chan posts by sad lonely men who hate women (or girls, rather, because the author describes his desire to stick his disgusting dick in teenagers and jealousy over other men getting to rape and impregnate 15 year olds) but want to fuck them. And honestly, those greentexts may just be more humorous and engaging than this drivel. Reading this, I'm tired and disappointed. I checked out the author's blog too, he's been writing the exact same thing for years (and he hired a prostitute to pretend to read The Pussy in photos, how painfully embarrassing). If you've read one post you've read them all. This isn't literature, it's like somebody trained an AI on pornography and subpar modern poetry. Just shit.
After reading this I feel like I'm in a worse, more stupid, and way less emotionally moving version of Of Mice and Men, telling Lenny "that's right, put on your audiobook of The Game that you got scammed out of 200 bucks for and deathgrip it to rape porn one more time while I reach for the gun".
November 5, 2023
I don’t think I have to tell you that this: this book is not for everyone (Read the title), and I don’t think I would ever recommend this book to anyone.
With that in mind, the author obviously is a talented writer and brings you into the main character’s world in a totalizing way. The main character, who is loosely based on the author, is a degenerate who juggles diametrically opposed ideas about who he is (a bad boy fuck machine and a lousy husk of a broken man) and what his purpose is (fuck vs. write and create).
At the beginning of the book, I thought this would be typical right-wing grift targeted at lonely men. Reading the book you realize this man is not advocating his lifestyle to anyone. A large focus of the collection is how broken this man is from the behavior he can’t escape. I was glad to have this confirmed when I listened to an interview with the author on a podcast.
Best parts of the book were the redemptive parts i.e. getting sober and finding god.
Tyler Cowan has a recurring bit where he asks people who their favorite right-wing artist is? The point is that art is a liberal endeavor and is celebrated by liberals. Right-wingers either are totally turned off by the art world, or are actively excluded. Perhaps Delicious Tacos may be my favorite right-wing artist.
I’ve thought a lot more about this book than I was anticipating.
If you like the weird or desire something transgressive this may be for you.
Again, I can’t really advocate this for anyone, but it made me think.
With that in mind, the author obviously is a talented writer and brings you into the main character’s world in a totalizing way. The main character, who is loosely based on the author, is a degenerate who juggles diametrically opposed ideas about who he is (a bad boy fuck machine and a lousy husk of a broken man) and what his purpose is (fuck vs. write and create).
At the beginning of the book, I thought this would be typical right-wing grift targeted at lonely men. Reading the book you realize this man is not advocating his lifestyle to anyone. A large focus of the collection is how broken this man is from the behavior he can’t escape. I was glad to have this confirmed when I listened to an interview with the author on a podcast.
Best parts of the book were the redemptive parts i.e. getting sober and finding god.
Tyler Cowan has a recurring bit where he asks people who their favorite right-wing artist is? The point is that art is a liberal endeavor and is celebrated by liberals. Right-wingers either are totally turned off by the art world, or are actively excluded. Perhaps Delicious Tacos may be my favorite right-wing artist.
I’ve thought a lot more about this book than I was anticipating.
If you like the weird or desire something transgressive this may be for you.
Again, I can’t really advocate this for anyone, but it made me think.
February 28, 2019
At it's core, this is a book about how man-as-animal (the ruminants of our evolutionary ancestors) clashes with man-as-psycho-social-blob that man must become to exist in modern day society.
Not exactly a new subject (arguably all books are about this) but one which the author attacks with a devastating writing style through the angle of modern sexual marketplace dynamics and the failing veil of modern workplace satisfaction.
Narrator is portrayed as a rather narcissistic character struggling with sexual addiction and an alcohol problem who works a variety of unfufilling and underpaying jobs. Spends most of his time in AA, trying to hit up women on tindr, or fantasizing about increasingly depraved sexual acts driven by his insatiable sexual urges.
Apparently he is quite good at getting women on tindr to sleep with him, but ultimately derives no satisfaction or meaning from it all. As he ages he becomes increasingly dissapointed with himself, with women, and with the world as a whole feeling ultimately destitute and alone.
Overall this was a good read but got a bit repetitive. As a collection of blog posts, it could have been curated a bit tighter as a book format without losing anything.
Not for the faint of heart or those who are easily offended.
Best Chapter: Lunch Break Diary: What's On Your Mind
Not exactly a new subject (arguably all books are about this) but one which the author attacks with a devastating writing style through the angle of modern sexual marketplace dynamics and the failing veil of modern workplace satisfaction.
Narrator is portrayed as a rather narcissistic character struggling with sexual addiction and an alcohol problem who works a variety of unfufilling and underpaying jobs. Spends most of his time in AA, trying to hit up women on tindr, or fantasizing about increasingly depraved sexual acts driven by his insatiable sexual urges.
Apparently he is quite good at getting women on tindr to sleep with him, but ultimately derives no satisfaction or meaning from it all. As he ages he becomes increasingly dissapointed with himself, with women, and with the world as a whole feeling ultimately destitute and alone.
Overall this was a good read but got a bit repetitive. As a collection of blog posts, it could have been curated a bit tighter as a book format without losing anything.
Not for the faint of heart or those who are easily offended.
Best Chapter: Lunch Break Diary: What's On Your Mind
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