A Fag’s Awakening To Truth

For the last ten years I’ve been standing defiantly on a hill with a big flag that says “FAGGOT” on it. And I’ve been cancelled harder than The Brady Bunch Variety Hour for that stance.

I’m not ever going to renounce the word “FAGGOT” or its power. It’s what I’ve identified as for the last THIRTY YEARS OF MY LIFE! Embracing the word as my truth was one of the most liberating moments of my adult life, and I’m not going to toss that aside because Tumblr shut me down for the 11th time (just last month) or Twitter/X suspends me for the 25th time (two weeks ago, shutting down my 90K @HierarchyPCast account).

Nothing will stop THE TRUTH.

The Truth is like water. It overcomes every barrier, either by slipping through the tiniest cracks or literally pushing over the tallest walls. Like water, Truth refreshes completely and naturally. And like a body of water, Truth provides meditative serenity.

I’ve worked with Master Aodhan (@MasterA_2022) on several X Spaces to help faggots take their first steps to publicly admitting that they are faggots. These were revolutionary spaces that changed the lives of the faggots who participated. During one session 88 faggots admitted their truth for the first time. Some openly wept. It was inspirational.

I love hearing from faggots who, like me, find their entire reality transformed by accepting this truth. Here is another example of this, from a faggot who came to accept himself after stumbling onto my content and then the podcast.

I recently came across your podcast on Spotify. I had been looking for content about the kink/gay lifestyle, and after a few misfires, I found Fags Worship Alphas.

Growing up in a small town in Canada, the term “fag” or “faggot” carried so much weight, turmoil, and fear. I was terrified of being found out, bullied for being gay. Living in a town full of churches—and an even larger number of rednecks—I was often targeted for not fitting in.

So hearing you calmly and confidently refer to yourself and others like you as fags and faggots… I have to admit, the first few times were jarring, to say the least. But as I learned about the basic outlines of hierarchy, I realized: we all have a space, we all have a role to fill, and it’s almost as if these roles were pre-chosen for us. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before I was singing along to the intro of the podcast and hearing the word without feeling fear.

The more I listened, the more I came to the realization that my true role in life is that of a faggot. I haven’t fully unpacked what this means yet, but I know, deep down, that I am one.

I’ve had three long-term relationships in my life, and I’ve always been drawn to men I felt were Alphas—knowing I enjoyed serving them. The last two didn’t turn out great. The first was what you would call a Destroyer Alpha—low-level and greedy. The second was a sheep in wolf’s clothing, just putting on an act. But the man I currently find myself with oozes sex, pride, courage, and strength. He is someone I would truly serve for life.

Relationship dynamics aside, even in my daily life I’ve always chosen to provide service to others—in work, in friendships, in everything. I’ve developed the ability to pick up on cues, to know who needs service and how I can please them.

Looking back, I think every sexual encounter I’ve had has involved me serving Alphas.

Now, just a few days in (about 30 episodes), I find myself understanding hierarchy as the truth we all live. The other day I looked at myself in the mirror, smiling, and said out loud, “James, you are a faggot. I AM A FAGGOT.”

Even as I write this, I know I want to live the life of the faggots you speak of. I want to serve my Alpha. I want to be put in chastity. I want to help my Alpha ascend to higher levels of Alpha-hood. I want to feel what it’s like to truly be cunted…

I want to embrace my truth.

It’s so invigorating to hear these stories. These experiences keep me on that hill, proudly and defiantly waving my FAGGOT flag.

You can cancel me momentarily, but the Truth lives forever!