Lucas Colby Werner has achieved a curious notoriety. You know him because he, at the age of 40, wants to ball teen girls and insists he is uniquely qualified to do it. He is a creep among creeps. In a world where dirty old men with socially inappropriate sexual desires seem ubiquitous, it is quite the feat to earn renown for being a creep. His quixotic attempts to satisfy his lust for teen poonaner have been recounted in international news outlets. While what Lucas wants isn’t unique, he is nonetheless extraordinary. By laughing at him, we can illuminate some of the darkest corners of the human experience, and the basic animal impulse to fuck. Lucas is a commentary on the absurdity of having a dick nobody wants anything to do with. This is what it means to be a worthless man.
Some fortunate men find a balance between what they want and the way things are, or at least satisfy their desires every once in a while. Others, like Lucas, want it all and have none of it. Lucas is both hypersexual and sexless.
Sex to Lucas is fundamentally a competition with other men for access to very young women. Girls, really. He is remarkably obsessed with courtship, and operates on the level of a rutting male. Preoccupied with his rivals, and to a lesser extent, fertile young poonaner, Lucas is driven to demonstrate his suitability as a mate to “baes.” He freely confesses that the meaning of life is impregnating women, a sentiment he shares with most mammals, who unlike Lucas, can’t articulate it on IG and FB. It escapes him that other folks aren’t as consciously fixated on reproduction as he is.
Rutting primate that he is, human courtship is a bit complex for him. Lucas has a rudimentary sense of how other males go about it; he’s observed as much whilst enviously gnashing his false teeth. He knows that he is supposed to signal positive things to the ladies, and they are to be receptive, but the particulars escape him. More alarming, though, he has no positive qualities to show off.
For example, Lucas seems to realize that other rutting men often signal their ability to provide resources and status. This is how he sees the courtship game, the rules he follows. For example, he understands cars and credit cards as seduction displays, not conveniences, and assumes other men see them that way. This is a problem. He has no car, no credit card, none of the trappings of an independent adult life. The few resources Lucas has are provided for him by the state, in recognition of his abject incompetence. Or disability. Lucas has, by his own admission, not earned a day's wages since 1999.
Unsurprisingly, Lucas has precious little resources or status to display in the courtship game. Not only does he have nothing, he has done nothing, and it has always been so. He is a marginalized male, on the periphery of any social group his entire life. He's the chimp who got chased out of the troop. He's the one guy not invited to the party.
Whatever way the world evaluates male worth, Lucas will come up short. Economically, Lucas is a literal hobo on SSI. He has no independent access to resources. His poor mental and physical health set a low ceiling on his social status. He’ll never be praised for his wit or athleticism. Lucas is simply too weak, stupid and emotionally unsound to achieve anything suitable for a status display. His personality holds him back, too. To the extent that confidence and an appealing manner matter in courtship, Lucas is an off putting creep who does not understand the dynamics of socializing. While other men may get the attention of baes with charm or artistic and creative abilities, Lucas has none at his command. Finally, even if being a nice and moral guy is relevant to the courtship game, Lucas is a cruel, wretched asshole. Who ever got laid for having the proper opinions, too?
The result is hilarious, if bleak. While Lucas is obsessed with competing for baes in the courtship game, he isn't a participant; his total lack of status renders him a marginalized observer. Imagine him, on the sideline of a football game, confined to a wheel chair, screaming that somebody should hand him the ball, and you’ll get a sense of this dynamic. So he grits his teeth and growls about being a "third wheel," when he’s not even a wheel.
It must bother him that women don't see him as a potential sex partner, and that men don't see him as competition. He's intently injecting himself in a game he can't play. Lucas is socially excluded from it, literally howling "Where's the party at Z? Where are the women at?"
If Lucas doesn’t get to play the courtship game, the game must stop. Think of him as a little boy left out of tag, who demands that the game end. Rather than consider his shortcomings, or attempt to cultivate status and resources, Lucas attributes his difficulty in finding a bae to the wickedness of his fellow man. If Lucas is social excluded from the courtship game, it is not because of his individual qualities. He’s plenty good. And it’s not because of the supposed rules of this game, which he does not question. No, Lucas is out of the courtship game because of bigotry and hypocrisy. Lucas is single because people don’t act the way they’re supposed to.
He understands how people ought to act and behave. He knows how Christians should be Christian, he knows who’s a hypocrite, and he knows that he deserve access to poonaner.
Here, we find the intersection of Lucas’s social exclusion and his avowed politics. Lucas describes himself as a communist, a socialist, an anarcho communist, a liberal, an atheist, and these titles are as important to his identity as the courtship game. He’s adopted the language of the left, but his talking points are all his own. Lucas notices that there are certain judgments people on the left aren’t supposed to make: one shouldn’t declare someone criminal because they happen to be Black, for example, or as Lucas often says a “nigga.” Ever pious and right, “Isms” are bad, even if he doesn’t appreciate why. They are bad because they make him feel bad and keep him out of the courtship game.
And so a dynamic emerges. People judge Lucas’s value as a mate because he insists upon it and then call him “creep.” No value. He earnestly believes this is the equivalent of being called “nigger.” If the latter is wrong, so too much the former be. Therefore, people that judge Lucas are bigots. Bigotry is wrong and unpopular, so people should stop judging Lucas. He applies this attitude towards the other indica of his failure at life, and low status. Penniless and homeless? It shouldn’t matter to the people Lucas wants to fuck, because they’re left wing, and if they don’t want to fuck him, they’re not left wing. Either way, they’re fucked up, not Lucas. In this, we see that Lucas is constantly telling the world what it believes, and the judgments it is entitled to make about his demands for sex.
In Lucas’s strange, haunted world, other men have access to poonaner and won't share. Poonaner, to Lucas, is a resource that may be hoarded or distributed by men. Displays against other men, the war for poonaner, is the essence of the courtship game. He returns to the subject of men with multiple girlfriends constantly. They are greedy, and greed is wrong. The right thing would be to share baes. Or let him talk to the baes, alone. In other words, stop competing for the baes attention. Let the courtship game end, declare Lucas a winner. Lucas, vagina! His focus isn't on the baes, so much as his imagined rivals; and to Lucas, the world cannot be a fair place so long as he is excluded from the courtship game.
All of this makes Lucas very, very thirsty. Poonaner means more to him than it does to his supposed rivals. Lucas sees access to sex as a way to prove his worth. And considering that the world sees him as worthless and without status in so many respects, poonaner represents the complete vindication of everything about him. Poor, stupid, crazy, weak, unsuccessful, failure, ugly, oaf? Poonaner would answer "No! I'm plenty good."
Lucas encounters a further difficulty in the courtship game. He’s not trying to seduce women his own age. He wants teen dimes. He sees nothing wrong with pursuing 16 year old girls, and doesn’t appreciate that not only is this seen as socially inappropriate, its even more of a wild stretch for a man of his status to achieve this.
He protects himself by muttering “agephobia” and embracing communism, which to him means a world where his low status can’t be held against him in the courtship game.
If this story played out in privacy, it would be funny and sad but only appreciated by the few people who’ve physically crossed paths with Lucas Werner. This is a different kind of story, something about the signals that one male animal sends hoping to attract a mate. Lucas has broadcasted his mating call to thousands of people. His attempts to get a bae has been archived. Anyone with an internet connection has access to some of his life’s most embarrassing moments. Lucas never found his mate, but he reached a “rival” like me. And I am delighted to watch another male animal fail at mating. It satisfies the same crude impulse for sexual competition that drive’s Lucas to humiliate himself.
Sexual competition has darker dimensions that Lucas is quite familiar with. Sometimes men will assert their status, and dominance over other men, by sodomizing them. It is a dynamic most folks are familiar with, and the source of many a riotous prison rape joke. Sex isn't only about procreation, or pleasure, and the impulse to assert status over other men by balling all the baes isn't too far removed from asserting status by butt fucking an unhappy punk. In our next installment, we’ll consider Lucas’s attitude towards homosexuality, and how it is informed by his failures at the courtship game.