Encapsulated

Just occasionally, a single image encapsulates all that is good about the Gynarchy:

Here we see one such image, and this is why it is good:

·       The young woman, who happens to be Chinese but could be of any ethnicity, is no professional ‘dominatrix’. Rather, she is just an ‘ordinary’ girl; mid twenties; living in the Gynarchy; and perfectly used to having her feet kiss-respected by a male ‘humble head’ out on the streets

·       Her very stance indicates how comfortable she is exercising her female power and authority over the humble head slave

·       Nor is she in the least bit embarrassed about imposing her dirty sneakers on his menial mouth

·       She remains silent and sullen throughout the transaction. Her face indicates her contempt for the slave at her feet, and carries an expectation that he will kiss her arrogantly outstretched foot with the footslavish humility and respect it deserves

·       She has her phone ready in case she receives a text or phone call from one of her many friends (though it is quite late in the evening and most of her friends and family are most probably tucked up in bed by now)

·       Turning our attention to the slave – he is a typical, nondescript ‘head in the wall’ footslave, illuminated at night time by a wall light so that he can see every nook and cranny of the footwear he must kiss and/or lick

·       He has only limited movement in his scrawny neck, thanks to a heavy, iron neck-collar, so that he is obliged to focus on his betters’ feet. He can look them in the eyelets of their shoes and boots, but not in their eyes

·       For their part, of course, his customers are literally looking down on him as his humble head bobs pathetically up and down over their street-soiled footwear

·       He is, appropriately enough, surrounded by weeds – for he is a weed

·       He is likewise surrounded by dirt – including dog excrement. Nobody thinks to clear up the mess surrounding his forlorn face, for he is just a public humble head and not their responsibility

·       Even the Female Municipal Authorities, whose responsibility it arguably is to clean the surrounding area, can’t be bothered to clean up his patch, since he’s just a common-or-garden, public footservant

·       And he ain’t goin’ anywhere soon! The bright young woman having her feet kissed is perfectly at liberty to walk away from his face, and the surrounding dirt, at any time – back to the warmth and comfort of her nearby apartment which she shares with her boyfriend. But this dirty alcove is the footslave’s only home – forever; a very fixed abode! Even after he dies the authorities will like as not simply brick him over, thereby entombing him in the very same spot where he was obliged to lick shoes all his life. He will live and die literally encapsulated at ankle level – the level of other people’s ankles

·       Ha! Ha! You’ve got to laugh at him, haven’t you? A down-in-the-dirt, humble head kissing a girl’s filthy dirty sneaker whilst she looks down on him with contempt and derision. And he will continue to kiss feet until his dying day when he will finally be immured and forgotten. What a loser! And how great and good the Gynarchy is!

·       And it’s all encapsulated in this one happy scene, if you care to look hard enough!