Five years ago today I watched the Jan. 6 Capitol riot live. All of the people you see here beating police have now been pardoned by Trump. That’s because they did his bidding that day. He paid millions of dollars to bring these violent monsters to the Capitol that day in order to stay in power.

Donald Trump did that.

Jack Smith proved it. The Jan. 6th Committee proved it. The VIDEO proves it.

Anyone supporting Trump after that day five years ago will forever be marked. You revealed what you are inside, and there’s no excuse.

Because of that continued support of that lying, grifting, narcissistic traitor, Trump is now back in power five years later with an even more catastrophic riot that is dismantling the government and causing widespread destruction to the principles of America.

Some stupid MAGA fucks on X and even on the Discord try to tell me my warnings of impending authoritarianism are nothing but media-fueled propaganda.

Bullshit. It’s already here.

Look at this, for example. This restaurant put up a sign stating it would not serve illegal ICE Gestapo troops. This is their Constitutional right as a private business. So in retaliation, ICE is blockading the business so that customers can’t get in!

Trump has stated multiple times that the Constitution needs to be overturned. He is making plans to interrupt the 2026 midterm voting, as well as illegally staying in power after 2028 (he’s not building that giant ballroom for no reason).

If you support Trump, you’re not a patriot. You’re a traitor.

You can’t reason with a rabid animal. It’s a crazed and irrational creature. It can only be put down.

The same goes for Trump supporters.

Trump supporters have diseased minds and hearts. They’re an infection, a cancer. They make the world worse, and they need to be destroyed.

This site is unique among almost all others because of something I started doing from the very beginning of FagsWorshipAlphas.com (the predecessor of this site), namely, my in-depth interviews and thread coverage of developing stories. It arose from the “Ask A Question” feature on Tumblr and my liberal publishing of my email address. In those early days it was a literal deluge of questions and stories I accepted as true.

Admittedly, some of those early stories strained credulity. I rejected some outright, while others I took way too much time interviewing other people involved in order to corroborate what I was being told before publishing them. Nobody outside of me knows the lengths I went to in order to get verification on these stories, but I’ll tell you I had some very long nights of email-threaded conversations before I ever hit “SEND” on a post.

And even with all of that exhaustive effort, I STILL had people accusing me of being a liar or a writer of fiction or a purveyor of dark, twisted behaviors. It was most hilariously off-base during the two years I covered the three straight Alphas in Toronto who owned seven faggots. I was called a liar more times than I can recall, even while I was engaged with separate conversations with all of the Alphas and all seven faggots! Can you even imagine doing THAT much work??

Then came the truly incredible story of straight Master Dino and his wealthy fagwife Jamie, his virile Alpha sons, and the household of other Alphas and rooms full of faggots. I’ll admit myself that the story seemed too insane to be true, but I have been talking to almost EVERY adult in that crowded household for FIVE YEARS now. I challenge anyone to handle that massive avalanche of emails whenever there is a development in The Family. Even after all of that work on my part, I’m still called a liar by some.

However, those accusers are 100% wrong.

In addition to my work chronicling these true stories of hierarchy, I’ve also been a pioneer in assisting parents who are dealing with minor sons who are either Alpha or faggot. This has been controversial, naturally, but I don’t do anything without the parent (who is always the one contacting me). Why do I do it? Because I’m a researcher, and this site is my laboratory where I daily prove one of the most fundamental truths of human life: HIERARCHY. To that end, I’m proving that these roles are something inborn in each of us. But ultimately, I’m helping these parents and their kids grow closer together and be comforted by accepting the truth about what’s happening.

Admittedly, I have less ability to verify those stories because I generally don’t talk to the sons. However, I also work under the assumption that the parents contacting me aren’t purposely wasting a bunch of time concocting creepy stories about their kids just to fool me.

Is that possible? Of course. But those kinds of stories seem implausible to be the work of fakery, especially when they’re so willing to engage in multiple emails to discuss the details.

I’m saying all of this because I had people on the Hierarchy University Discord accusing me of publishing false stories, namely, the ongoing thread about Sophie and her Alpha son Master Lucas. Sophie originally wrote to me after doing a search about the behaviors she noticed in her 15-year-old son. She wanted advice. Then she put me in touch with Master Lucas, and I was privileged to help him, too.

Again, I don’t know why anyone would spend months maintaining a lie, and I felt like they both sounded credible. But doubters in the age of Trump believe nothing, and this story has joined the others as ones dismissed as fake.

So I contacted Sophie to ask her if she’d be willing to briefly talk to me over the phone to verify her identity. She wrote this in reply:

Dear servant sam,

Thank you for your answer and your write-up. I always appreciate your celebration of my son’s superiority. For the picture you attached, my Lucas is still leaner than that (and with a cuter face… but I’m not objective!) but he is really becoming hunky. I must add that “making love” was the terminology he used with me… but he was probably protecting his mother’s sensibility!

I’m very sorry that you are being troubled because of your sharing of our conversations. I admit that I really prefer not going beyond our email exchanges and I’m grateful for your understanding. I don’t want you to feel bad or to be harassed because of all this and I would of course understand if you prefer to no longer publish Lucas’ story.

I thank you for your kindness and your respect towards us,

Kind regards

Sophie

So she refused my request, but her reply (like her other letters) strike me as genuine.

But let me once again reiterate my position on this issue. I have NEVER knowingly published fiction on this site that wasn’t labeled as such. I spend a lot of time doing as much legwork as possible to get the story accurate and honest. When my research eventually uncovers a phony, I have removed the thread and printed a retraction. That is my commitment to the truth.

I stand behind the story of Sophie and Master Lucas.

Anyone who disagrees can simply walk away from the site, the Discord, the podcast, and me. But I will not be accused by people who can’t even comprehend the massive amount of dedication I’ve put into getting this right.

Always,

sam the faggot

I’m looking to chat with Sam regarding a thought I’ve been thinking about for 2 years.  I wonder if it’s worth posting here.

Thanks for reaching out, I guess! I’m a little confused by the question, since I’m probably one of the most accessible figures on social media. I’m on multiple platforms, including this giant website. Go to the navbar of this site, and you’ll see a tab for “LINKS” that contains an entire page of ways to contact me.

In fact, it’s even weirder that you typed this question into an “ASK A QUESTION” box that obviously feeds directly to me, sam the faggot, the one who has been answering questions here for ten years.

So if you have a question you’ve been thinking about for two years, you should’ve just written that question in that box LOL. So try that again, or write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com, or contact me on X at @hierarchyuni (among other accounts), or on Tumblr, BDSMLR, blah blah blah.

I’m everywhere.

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This is exactly how to swallow a stream of piss an Alpha.

When I was in prison I did this demonstration with a squirt bottle of vodka. The Alphas watching it were astounded.

When they asked how I learned it, I said, “you don’t want to know.” They understood.

Prison respect!

This clip reminds me of a Latino military Alpha I served years ago. One late night he pushed me down on my condo’s deck and rammed me with his huge dick. My moans of pain were loud, and he kept telling me to “shut the fuck up!”

SO HOT!

We video’d the fuck, but I destroyed it.😔

I wish I’d seen this earlier so I could’ve shared it with you on Thanksgiving!

I feel all kinds of melancholia around this time of year because it’s been eight years since I held Baby Boy in my arms.

I’m sure many of you have someone you long for.

Keep fighting for it!

~ sam the faggot ❤️

I rarely dream about being in love.

My lifetime spent in service to Alphas has largely made the possibility of being in love an impossibility. I’ve certainly been in love with a couple of my Masters, straight Alphas who could never fully return my love. And I’ve had people in love with me, mostly girls to whom I could never return affection.

Thirty years of service to Men have passed since my heart first opened like a hopeful flower in my foolish youth. They have been years filled with the wonders of discovery, of purpose and discipline. Yet they remain like cold stone sculptures in the statuary garden of my life.

But occasionally my subconscious allows a sunrise of a dream of love to warm the concrete and grow the smothering ivy choking it.

A dream of being in love, it happened last night. I want to share it with you.

I was a proper English lad in the early 20th century, maybe between the World Wars. Like all proper boys of that time, I was dapper in my crisp white shirt, black tie, and black wool slacks.

Matching me almost exactly in dress was my Alpha, William. Ah, William! He of the chiseled jaw, the confident smile, the jet black hair slicked back, his sharp, dark eyes peering like an animal from beneath his low, shadowy brow.

We were on the third floor of a cavernous English mansion, seemingly alone and safe. William sat confidently on a tall bannister that stood guard against a precipitous drop to the ballroom floor below. And I was between his legs, my head in his lap.

His large, heavy hand gently stroked my head. I’d never felt such a breathless peace before. It was like being a boy at home, wrapped in a favorite blanket while held by Mom … except there was a sort of electrical excitement quivering beneath the surface. The whole world felt alive in that moment, simultaneously infinite and intimate, and endlessly possible.

William began humming, just random notes I think, but in them I heard a song.

Excitement overwhelmed me and I popped up with a huge, child-like grin, and kissed his surprised face right on his cheek. I began spinning in a dance across the dark hardwood floor, singing the lyrics to William’s tune as they arose from my heart.

With our love in bloom,

I’m singing a tune,

That could lead careless lovers off a cliff,

And if that bloom had a scent,

Of poisoned intent,

You’ll forgive me for taking a whiff.

My dance took to a third-floor balcony overlooking a stately garden courtyard. Encircling the rear of the house were a series of closely-arranged marble columns three stories high.

In my pure, fearless joy I leaped from the balcony to land precisely on the top of the nearest column. As William protested, I jumped again to the next column, except this one was covered in vines and topped with moss. I slipped slightly, and I nearly plunged to my death.

I lowered myself and laid on my stomach on top of the column, fear gripping me as I breathlessly gazed at the concrete below.

“Are you alright?” asked William. He had leaped right to me and was standing over me. I looked up and saw his shiny black dress shoe near my face.

My William is here to rescue me! Foolish me! I thought. I instantly felt completely safe … and completely ashamed.

I carefully crawled on my belly until I could properly reach his feet, and then I tenderly kissed his shoe with all of the gratitude I could express.

“Good boy,” said William. “Good boy.”

And then I woke up.

I’m not sure why I felt the need to share this with you all. Partly it’s for the sake of my own memory, since I don’t want to lose William’s nonexistent love.

But maybe I want to share it as a kind of warning. Being a faggot and living it properly can sometimes be like trying to find the treat in a maze that has no treats and all dead ends.

That sounds more hopeless than I intended, but it’s true. We are born to a life of service to Alphas who can love us like a favorite dog (which is itself a powerful love), but it’s not like being in love.

Our Masters will most likely never be in love with us. We were born disposable, stamped with an invisible sell-by date. Every dismissal, every passing year, every new wrinkle … they all add to the weight of that eventual reality.

I’m proud to be a faggot. I’m not sad about the purpose selected for me, nor regret my enthusiastic fulfillment of that purpose.

But aside from Baby Boy, I’ve never known truly reciprocal love in my adult life.

Except when my mind, in a flash of merciful sunlight, allows me a moment to dance in it.

Always,

sam the faggot

The United States has fallen under the control of a dictator, a golden-plated despot who fancies himself to be a King.

The United States has no King. The country was born through a bloody rebellion against such a King. Men stood up, fought, and died to make that a reality.

Now a fat, embarrassing, loathsome, self-centered pig who MOCKS the sacrifice of those courageous Men wants to make America his personal Kingdom and piggy bank. He’s terrorizing cities across the country, rounding up immigrants and citizens alike with horrifying assaults by masked Secret Police the way they do in the dictatorships in other countries we once despised.

This weekend, a large swarm of American citizens will stand up and say “NO.”

It’s called the “No Kings March” (not the “Hate America March” as Republican accomplices have dubbed it).

A line is drawn. Another Revolution begins.

I think most faggots have a story about being bullied. My first real bully in junior high and early high school was this really sadistic kid named Matt who hit me in the head almost every day for two years, used me for my homework, etc. Standard stuff.

Then around age 16 I met my first Alpha, a sexy rebel named Roger who bullied me for most of one year. He called me “faggot” constantly, wrestled me into submission holds, and degraded me in front of others for being puny.

And then one night in his mother’s basement he decided to push me to my knees and throat fuck me, and my life changed forever.

It took many years of serving straight Alphas (and occasionally being bullied by them) to really appreciate the Hierarchical purpose of bullying. While being bullied can be quite upsetting or even traumatic, it’s important to understand its function and importance among Men. It’s really summed up well in that meme I posted above.

But what is it teaching?

I had posted that meme on my social media, and one faggot brother was triggered enough by it to write about his own experiences with it.

Hey Sam, what’s up? I’ve been very busy lately, I can barely check Twitter these past few weeks, but that post of yours with a picture saying “it’s not bullying… It’s teaching” resonated SO HARD on me that I felt like I needed to find some spare time to write you this.

Looking back at our times at school makes us realize that statement is SO TRUE and, I don’t know about you, but I wish I had seen it this way back then. It would had save me a lot of turmoils in my head and made feel way less embarrassed by the things my bullies used to make me do.

I was a teenager, had just moved to a private school (I used to study in public schools up until then) and it was a very different crowd. You’d think that I’d face a harsher environment at a public school, but it was actually pretty chill, no crazy stuff, everyone getting along well… But at this private school it was a whole complete different scenario. I don’t know what it was: wealthier kids, different types of families they were in or that there was a bigger age gap among the students of my class – 2 to 3 years of difference is a huge thing when we’re at school.

But there were these two boys who were, I think, 2 years older than me. Mostly all of the boys in my class were very cocky, but these two were another level! I’ll never forget their names: Thiago and Douglas. I still remember their last names, actually. They were the leaders of the class, very attractive guys – Thiago was blonde and tall, Douglas was shorter and brunette but a bit bulkier than Thiago, who was more lean – the girls would fight for them and they would get whatever they wanted… And were pretty blunt about it. They were also very sexualized, so to speak. I bet they had already had sex, and I don’t know if it was a mix of their cockiness with the teenage hormones, but they would do crazy things like show their bulges in class, get up on the desk when a teacher wasn’t looking at us and put their pants down or call the attention to someone during class just to see the tent their boners made in their pants. They literally didn’t give a fuck. Yeah, they would get caught sometimes, but it never stopped them from doing those things.

I didn’t know I was a fag then. I didn’t know I was gay. I actually didn’t even know what “gay” was (I’m talking about early 2000’s, very little access to internet and porn just from magazines and old VHS tapes from my older straight brother). I realized I was different from them when I would jerk off and instead of thinking of me fucking a girl, it was Thiago or Douglas banging a girl. And then I’d think of them way more in those scenarios in my head to the point the girl in my fantasies would become just a small detail. I think that’s when I started to show more how I was sort of mesmerized by them and they eventually picked it up. All those playful displays of manhood they did started to get more and more targeted at me and they would laugh at my awkward responses.

The locker room after PE was TORTURE to me. I always tried to be the last one to get in there to change, and I remember one day I got to the locker room, took off my gym clothes, put them on a bench so I could change… but couldn’t find my uniform anywhere. There weren’t any actual lockers there, just cubby-holes where we would keep our regular uniforms. Thiago came out of a booth and took my gym clothes from the bench and ran out the locker room, leaving me there alone in my underwear. 10 minutes away from another class to start their PE class. I must have freaked out for a minute – that felt like an hour – when Douglas came in with my uniform in a bag asking if I had missed something. I asked for my clothes and he said he would only give them back to me if I did 20 jumping jacks – remember, I was in my underwear, and I’ve always been fat. I tried to negotiate but he was firm on his request and started walking out of the locker room with my clothes saying “the guys from the other class are gonna love finding you here like this, it’s up to you” and I said ok. I started doing the jumping jacks but he interrupted me and said that since I didn’t obey him at first I would have to chant “Douglas is my king” on every jumping jack. And so I did. And he laughed his ass off. He eventually gave me my uniform back and left the locker room saying “Thiago is gonna give back your gym clothes at dismissal… He’s gonna love hearing about this!”

Sam, that’s the day I became the official target of those two bullies. They never used me sexually all the way… It was mostly hand jobs (sometimes during class as I would write THEIR notes on THEIR notebooks with the other hand before I could do my notes – they would cover up all the action with a coat, a backpack or something on their laps) and occasional blowjobs here and there. I was so ashamed, Sam. But deep down I was enjoying all of this, I was just… Lost. It was embarrassing, but also good; it made me feel scared they would tell other guys (which they did) and I’d get a bad reputation (which I didn’t) so I’d do whatever demeaning thing they tell me… but I was also kinda liking that.

In retrospect it was some sort of training what they did to me. And that’s why that statement from that post is SO TRUE. If only I could talk to my younger self and say “don’t worry, don’t feel bad about it. They know what they’re doing. Just embrace it and you’ll be thankful later”… I still think about them from time to time. All the things that could had happened but didn’t because I was afraid/scared back then. But now I’m actually thankful for what they did. I wish I could thank them now for how they treated me at school.

This brother’s story is eloquently told and so full of heartache and longing, isn’t it?

He isolates the important aspect of bullying: it is used in not-so-subtle ways to establish Hierarchical order. Through bullying the Alpha boys quickly isolate the weaker and the submissive males, but that’s not enough. The bullying REINFORCES the status of these inferiors, so those bullied ones never question their place ever again.

As this brother confesses, the bullying not only works, but it also has deeper effects on those faggots who are bullied. Much like rape, bullied faggots develop a Stockholm Syndrome-like attachment to their bullies. I know I have that with Matt; I’d love to see him at a reunion and thank him for preparing me for a life of service to Men. Our brother feels the same about his bullies.

Like my position on rape, I’m not condoning bullying. Still, bullying is an essential tool that defines males at every level of Hierarchy. Armed with that understanding, we can move beyond any of our suffering and appreciate what it taught us about our own truth!

As a way to come to grips with my bully, I fished out one of my yearbooks and looked up Matt from eighth grade. Here he is:

I mean, he even looks like a bully!

The oldest religious book in existence is the Bible. It’s also the most widely-distributed book in history. The Bible forms the foundation for all three of the major religions on Earth: Christianity, Judaism, and Islam.

So given its deep roots in human civilization, it would stand to reason that the Bible would contain principles of Hierarchy. And indeed, it does!

So I wanted to look at a few key Scriptures that highlight these principles, and afterward I’ll reveal WHY I’m examining this.

PRINCIPLE #1: MAN RULES ALL

From the beginning of the Bible it is established that God created Man to be the ruler of the physical planet Earth.

Then God said: “Let us make man in our image, according to our likeness, and let them have in subjection the fish of the sea and the flying creatures of the heavens and the domestic animals and all the earth and every creeping animal that is moving on the earth.” (Genesis 1:26)

And Men were to rule over women.

To the woman he said: “I will greatly increase the pain of your pregnancy; in pain you will give birth to children, and your longing will be for your husband, and he will dominate you.” (Genesis 3:16)

But I want you to know that the head of every man is the Christ; in turn, the head of a woman is the man; in turn, the head of the Christ is God. (1 Corinthians 11:3)

PRINCIPLE #2: MALE LIFE IS DETERMINED THROUGH DOMINANCE

The Bible clearly describes the constant fight for dominance between Men. This Hierarchical principle is highlighted from the moment Cain, the second son of Adam and Eve, murdered his older brother Abel in a jealous rage.

The Bible also charts the rise of slavery in the human family, most notably the Israelite enslavement by the Egyptians for 400 years. By this time many civilizations had arisen, all built with a slave labor force. So began the idea of a ruler and his slaves.

The Bible is quick to establish something of a disdain for such a thing, but notes it is a reality among Men:

All of this I have seen, and I applied my heart to every work that has been done under the sun, during the time that man has dominated man to his harm. (Eccl. 8:9)

PRINCIPLE #3: FAGGOTS HAVE ALWAYS EXISTED AND HAVE PURPOSE

While the Bible is very clearly against gay sex, the idea of sexless male slaves owned by Men is not only in the Bible, but are even described by Jesus. He uses the word “eunuch”, which is a sexless, castrated (failed) male that often were used as slaves for courtly females.

But notice how Jesus describes them:

For there are eunuchs who were born that way, and there are eunuchs who were made eunuchs by men, and there are eunuchs who have made themselves eunuchs on account of the Kingdom of the heavens. (Matthew 19:12)

The “eunuchs who were made eunuchs by Men” were likely surgically altered, but not dissimilar to the faggots today who are caged by their Owners.

These eunuchs of the Bible were often held in high regard for their respectful service to their superiors. One of note was Ebedmelech, an Ethiopian eunuch who rescued the prophet Jeremiah from drowning in a cistern (well) by respectfully requesting the King’s permission to pull him out.

PRINCIPLE #4: MEN OWNING MALE SLAVES FOR LIFE IS NATURAL

Today it seems extreme that a Man might own willing male slaves (or faggots), but the principle for this is laid out explicitly in the Mosaic Law, the massive code of laws and statutes given to the prophet Moses by God Himself.

This is the most startling (and most heartwarming) of those passages:

“If one of your brothers, a Hebrew man or woman, is sold to you and has served you for six years, then in the seventh year you should set him free … But if he says to you, ‘I will not go out from your company!’ because he loves you and your household, since he has been happy while with you, you should then take an awl and put it through his ear into the door, and he will become your slave for life.” (Deuteronomy 15: 12, 16-17)

But if the slave should insist and say, ‘I love my master, my wife, and my sons; I do not want to be set free,’ his master must bring him before the true God. Then he will bring him up against the door or the doorpost, and his master will pierce his ear through with an awl, and he will be his slave for life. (Exodus 21: 5,6)

PRINCIPLE #5: ALPHAS ARE REAL AND BLESSED BY GOD

Again and again through out the Bible we find Men doing extraordinary and mighty acts with God’s help. These powerful Alphas were used by God to lead vast armies, conquer seemingly-unconquerable enemies, and protect the innocent.

Mighty Men like Samson and his famous strength brought down an arena full of Philistines, killing them all. Others like Moses (described as a “beautiful baby” in infancy) boldly confronted the ruler of the world at that time, Pharoah of Egypt, and led a massive army of over one million Israelites out of slavery and to the Promised Land (interesting to note that, even at the age of 120 years, Moses was still vital and going strong when God buried him!).

Arguably the greatest Alpha in the Bible (aside from Jesus, of course) was King David. He was but a shepherd boy when God chose him to succeed another powerful-but-disturbed Alpha named King Saul. Notice how David is described as he was being chosen:

Finally Samuel said to Jesʹse: “Are these all of your boys?” To this he said: “The youngest+ has been left out until now; he is pasturing the sheep.” Then Samuel said to Jesʹse: “Send for him, because we will not sit down for the meal until he comes here.” So he sent for him and brought him in. Now he was ruddy, with beautiful eyes, and handsome in appearance. Then Jehovah said: “Get up, anoint him, for this is the one!” (1 Samuel 16: 11,12)

David’s physical perfection and great skill was also noted by another:

One of the attendants said: “Look! I have seen how a son of Jesʹse the Bethʹle·hem·ite plays skillfully, and he is a courageous, mighty warrior. He can speak well, and he is handsome, and Jehovah is with him.” (1 Samuel 16: 18)

It is important to remember that these great Alphas of the Bible who were supported by God in their lives also demonstrated great humility despite their incredible power and favored positions. These ones were the Protector Alphas I speak of so highly here. Jesus was inarguably the greatest Alpha to ever walk the Earth, and he demonstrated humility in deed as well as word when he washed the feet of his Apostles on his final night.

Therefore, if I, the Lord and Teacher, washed your feet, you also should wash the feet of one another. For I set the pattern for you, that just as I did to you, you should also do. (John 13: 14,15)

A stunning example for all Alphas to consider! Not to say an Alpha should wash the feet of their faggots, but to have the correct mindset!

PRINCIPLE #5: DESTROYER ALPHAS EXIST

Alphas most often come in the form of larger-than-average Men with extraordinary strength, endurance, and power. Did you realize that the Bible repeatedly describes such Men … and also how they often used their power for evil purposes?

Genesis 10:9 describes Nimrod as a “mighty hunter in opposition to Jehovah God”! Nimrod was likely a descendent from the Nephilim (which means “fellers of Men”), a mutant class of giant Men created when angels came to Earth and had sex with females. These Nephilim and the havoc they caused turned the world into such a violent place that God chose to flood the Earth and destroy them all.

There are almost too many examples of Destroyer Alphas in the Bible to cover, but one that stands out to me is King Saul, the first King of Israel. The Bible describes Saul this way:

He had a son named Saul, who was young and handsome—there was no man among the Israelites more handsome than he—and he stood head and shoulders taller than all the people. (1 Samuel 9: 2)

But after Saul became King, he disobeyed God repeatedly, forcing God to remove him from his Kingship and replacing him with King David. After that, Saul repeatedly tried to murder David and eventually created a division in the new nation of Israel.

CONCLUSION

So why did I want to examine the Biblical evidence for Hierarchical principles?

Many people believe what is taught here or elsewhere about Hierarchy has no moral basis or any larger aspirations. That’s simply not true. What is taught here is the truth of the world we see today, the direct result of the choices and actions of Men throughout many generations. The Bible is an early document of those past lives, both good and bad.

Even if you don’t believe the Bible is true or accurate, you can still glean Hierarchical principles from it (as I’ve shown). Even if it is not true (though I believe it is), it contains accurate representations of Alpha/beta/faggot behaviors in the lives it describes, and the principles by which they lived and died.

Of all of many so-called “holy books” available today, only the Bible provides realistic examples of lives and choices to follow or reject. In its pages we find many people who, like us, were caught in the everlasting cycle of Hierarchical truth. How they fared can teach us much about how we might as well.

I’m not trying to preach to anyone. I’m certainly nobody but a seeker of truth just like you.

This is what I’ve found, and like the stones, I cannot keep silent.

Love Always,

sam the faggot

Above is the chart of Grindr users in the area around Charlie Kirk’s awful memorial service last night.

The child-molesting Republican Nazis and their supporters want to take away the rights of gay people, but in secret they want to fuck us.

They are disgusting, self-hating hypocritical pigs.

“Then Jesus said to him: ‘Return your sword to its place, for all those who take up the sword will perish by the sword.’”

(Matthew 26: 52)

I don’t have any sorrow about the death of right-wing hate monger Charlie Kirk. I’m not rejoicing, either.

He spewed nothing but arrogant right wing propaganda, marginalizing anyone who doesn’t fit his white, “Christian” nationalist agenda and was eagerly endorsing the removal of protections for vulnerable minorities.

Well guess what happens when you do that enough?

Hi Sam. I hope all is well. Long-time fan of your work, we’re talking since the early days of FWA on Tumblr! I was generally following you on Twitter the last year or so, but after a bit of a Twitter detox I was very disappointed to come back and see your page has gone. What happened?

As usual, I was cancelled because my message is too incendiary and rattles too many cages. I’m also getting cancelled for my prolific and unrepentant use of the word “faggot” (which I do try to alter to disguise it, but still). The “LINKS” page on this site is up-to-date on everywhere I can be found on social media at the moment. 

Thank you for sticking with me for so long! 

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It can be a lonely and sometimes dispiriting thing to crank out the sheer volume of content I do, advising people behind the scenes, and generally trying to be everywhere all at once while pushing the truth about Hierarchy as hard as I can into the mainstream. I’m just one faggot, after all!

Added to that are the constant setbacks. I’ve had the winds taken out of my sails again recently with the loss of two big X accounts, accounts that many Masters were using to train their faggots. I take all of that very seriously – it’s an important responsibility – so I’d be lying if those setbacks don’t make me just want to close up shop and move on. I’ve made a contribution to the truth, did my best to carry myself with some amount of integrity, and I’m proud of my work and the relationships I’ve gained.

Of all the arms of Hierarchy University, the Hierarchy Podcast has been something I’ve really poured my heart into. It takes a lot of work to record, edit, and package it for distribution around the world. And, like most other ventures here, it’s a lonely pursuit. I never know if anybody is really hearing me, even though I’ve had plenty of evidence that the podcast is making a difference. Maybe I just get down on myself sometimes.

But occasionally someone sends me a letter so heartfelt and uplifting that I want to rise up and hug the whole world. A faggot brother sent me the following letter in my Questions From Readers Inbox, and I wanted to share it in a special post.

Here’s what he wrote:

Brother, your latest podcast, “Accept Your Truth”, was simply amazing. So many faggots go down the path of misery, and spend years, or even a whole lifetime, suffering, because they cannot let go of the guilt, fear, and shame they believe go along with the acts of a faggot. So many faggots can’t fathom having a happy, fulfilling life. And it’s no wonder. We are a type of separate sex ENTIRELY that is never talked about except in our own circles, or by the Men that use us. A faggot goes through his own “sexual” development just like any other human, but there is no one to sit and hold our hand and explain these crazy feelings we constantly have.

I was a basket case for years, especially when it came to sex. I knew I was different than the person everyone around me was telling me I had to be. I LOVE the way you put it, yes I lived with it my whole life, yes, it was “the white noise of my life…” I just couldn’t put it all together until, like you, I had a real Man, a Man who understood faggots, show me what I am. For me, it wasn’t bad news, it set me free. I embraced it and let myself be a “faggot for Men” and my life has been so wonderful for years and years. Not only sex, but my PLACE in the world makes so much sense. The way I interact with other Men makes so much sense. The worthless appendage between my legs makes sense!

Your words “It’s not the act itself that defines whether or not you’re a faggot, it’s what you are inside, already…You were born a faggot. You have these feelings and yearnings because you are a faggot“…Sam, that hit me in the gut SO hard. It’s such a simple truth that we miss seeing even as it is slapping us in our collective faces.

Thank you for being brave about being a faggot and using the word faggot. Thank you for giving faggots a place to go and get advice and help gain understanding. Thank you for giving us a place to be ourselves. I’ve long said only a faggot TRULY understands another faggot. Alpha Men should never be burdened with understanding a faggot, only identifying us in order to use us. I really hope your site becomes a beacon for faggots who need support from other faggots.

As you said, an Alpha Man helped you on your path to understanding being a faggot. One did for me as well. Somewhere right now a faggot is gaining understanding of what he is because a Man is selfishly (and rightfully) using him. These Men, through using us, held up a mirror and said “This is what you are and have always been, and the things I’m doing to you are what you are made for. You exist for My use. THIS is what your life can be. Embrace these facts and live a happy, fulfilled, HONEST life. Ignore them and suffer in confusion trying to be something you’re not…a real Man.”

This was the best podcast I’ve ever heard. I truly hope a lot of lost faggots find their way because of it…or at least find ENOUGH courage to be with that Man who can hold the mirror up to them and show them a glimpse of what life CAN be.

Lastly, when you say you love your brothers at the end of podcasts…I truly believe it. Something in your voice is so earnest and sweet! We love you too!

I cannot tell you how it felt to hear these words! It was literally like a man dying of thirst who receives even a little bit of water!

Funnily enough, I was disappointed by that episode of the show, and it gnawed at me for days afterward. I kept thinking of ways I should’ve phrased points, or points I felt were left unclear. You have no idea how much I obsess over getting every detail right. Insecurity plagues me like that sometimes.

But letters like this are very special to me because the podcast in particular is my heartfelt conversation directly with each listener. When I know I’ve connected with another person in this way, it really lifts me up!

My brother J, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for sending me this kind note. I’m so glad the episode resonated with you, even though you are already living your truth! It makes me proud to be able to serve Alphas shoulder-to-shoulder with you!

And yes, I do love you. It’s not an act. I love all of those who’ve come to me, trusted me, supported me, and loved me. Thank you for your love and support, and for your beautiful letter that came just at the right time!

Always,

sam the faggot

I heard from a well-known cashmaster yesterday. He’s stepping away from findom because he’s being harassed and stalked by faggots in the scene, and it’s beginning to intrude on his personal life and business ventures.

This straight Alpha (who will never be named by me, so don’t bother asking) is one of the greatest Kings of the findom scene, a genuinely superior Man that any faggot would dream to serve forever. Before findom, he knew nothing about the ownership of faggots … but he learned quickly, and used his meticulous intelligence and heartfelt intuition to connect with faggots of all types while simultaneously showing his brothers a better way to lead. In a scene as potentially wretched as findom, he was it’s clearest and brightest light.

And some ignorant, selfish “faggots” out there have shut him down.

I’m profoundly disgusted by these so-called faggots. They know nothing about the depth of knowledge and peace that comes from faithfully and willingly sacrificing oneself in service to a superior Man. They play games in findom, accomplishing nothing of value, just masturbatory fantasies, division, and chaos.

I’ve long disagreed with findom Alphas (or any Alpha) who say faggots are worthless. In reality, true faggots are not worthless; in fact, they can be very valuable possessions of an Alpha’s Kingdom.

But these selfish, game-playing faggots ARE worthless. They have less use than the leaves and sticks gathered from the ground in the fall and used as kindling for bonfires.

This is truly another dark moment for a scene I’ve only ever half-endorsed anyway. All of the faggot pussies out there playing games with Alphas – or worse, actively trying to destroy their lives – should be truly ashamed of themselves. Of course, they’re too fucking stupid (or doped up) to understand.

These ones actually make me wish poppers were poisonous.

I was born in 1978, so my entire conscious life as a homosexual and a faggot has been lived under the spectre of HIV and AIDS. It’s hard to explain to younger people what that has been like. Yes, technically they have had to deal with that as well, but to them HIV is a chronic and manageable illness thanks to the incredible medicines introduced in 1996.

But it was an absolute death sentence before 1996.

Back then, death came at diagnosis. The ostracism of terrified healthy people with their hatred and judgements made life almost unlivable before the disease actually took them. Then came the wave of opportunistic diseases as their immune systems collapsed, frightening and sometimes disfiguring conditions with terrifying names like toxoplasmosis, Kaposi’s sarcoma, Back then, death came at diagnosis; the ostracism of terrified healthy people with their hatred and judgements made life almost unlivable before the disease actually took them. Then came the wave of opportunistic diseases as their immune systems collapsed, frightening and sometimes disfiguring conditions with terrifying names like toxoplasmosis, Kaposi’s sarcoma, candidiasis, or Pneumocystis pneumonia that would ravage their bodies without relief.

The death of my gay friend Stephen in 1995 from AIDS spurred me to learn much more about the disease than any other HIV- person I knew. For a time I was actively part of a group of famous people known as “AIDS dissidents” who questioned the idea that HIV directly caused AIDS. Of course, my propensity for research-based conclusions eventually led me to fight with these people; In the late nineties I had a vicious back-and-forth with famed writer Celia Farber and her intractable views that science and evidence continually disproved until she finally cut me off. Yeah, I’ve always been a firebrand.

The shadow of HIV/AIDS is a long, cold one that has suffocated at least one entire generation – mine. Yet from that shadow rise voices and examples of those who went to their death struggling to cobble together some amount of dignity as their bodies failed. They wink at us like fireflies in the descending dusk. I thought about them when I was fighting for my life through cancer in 2018, and again though a blood infection of staph in 2020.

Why am I still here, and they are gone?

I feel like a soldier that took the beach in Normandy, only to look around at my friends all blown to pieces or missing limbs and strewn across the bloody sand like refuse. There is gratitude, of course, but also a vacuous void inside me. It’s a hollow victory.

I recently watched a documentary on Pedro Zamora, the beautiful gay boy featured on Season 3 of MTV’s revolutionary “reality” series The Real World in 1994. This particular season was as real as it gets, because Pedro was HIV+ and proudly advocating for knowledge and understanding. I watched that season, and Pedro made an impact on me. To see that bright, adorable young man so bravely stand up for himself during the show, only to fall terribly ill and die a few months later, was impossible to ignore. The memory of that last picture of him, crippled and nearly comatose just a day before his death, still haunts me.

And that’s the perfect word: haunted. My generation of gays is haunted by all of the hollow eyes and piercing cries of those lost to this discriminatory plague. And no matter how long I live here, I will never not hear them or see them.

Which is why I dearly love what Madonna did on her most recent tour. She took her classic “Live To Tell” and used it as a way to pay homage to all of the artists who died of AIDS around her over the course of her long career. The song was not originally about AIDS deaths, but it becomes the only anthem for people like me and Madonna and any others who survived the horror of it all.

This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I fall in love with some of the fag brothers who write to me a lot and share their feelings with me. In the past there were cute little fags like Guillaume or Titouan, or all of the seven fags owned by the straight Alphas in Toronto. These days adorable faggots like baby bunny Jimmy or Fabien have my heart.

And then there’s little Giovanni, primary faggot of Master Lorenzo. He’s special to me because I have been there every step of the way with him as he was acquired by Master Lorenzo, and Gio has shared every fear and every triumph along his path of fulfillment in endless emails. Most importantly, I know how much Gio pleases our mutual Master Lorenzo, and that fills me with great pride and joy.

Several months ago Master Lorenzo ordered everyone in his realm to cease all communication with me (and everyone else), a move that crushed and confused me. Making it worse was the fact that I wasn’t given very clear reasons why, so it felt like I was being punished. Now, I’m an experienced faggot who knows that sometimes Alphas make decisions we don’t understand, but our job is to obey and accept their direction … so that’s what I did when Master Lorenzo ordered a blackout. I accepted it and moved on.

Even after Master Lorenzo returned to me months later, I didn’t ask for reasons like a jilted lover. I’m his faggot; I was sure he had his reasons.

But now Master Lorenzo ordered Giovanni to write to me and explain what happened.

Helloooo brother Sam!! this is Giovanni from Brazil <3 <3

omg Sam, so much things happened… I really want to talk to you. I need to tell you something wrong that I did, I think you will be angry with me. I was talking with other men in the twitter, and this is why everything changed. You know when my papi and Master Lorenzo told you that we would disappear for some time? It was right after he found out about my twitter. I will explain to you: I was just curious using twitter and one day I sent a picture of me wearing lingerie to another man, without showing my face. I thought it was okay and Lorenzo would not be upset, so I continued to do this. This guy sent my picture to other guys, then when I saw there was soooo many guys asking my videos and pictures. One day one of them wanted me to send him money to do findom, so I told everything to Lorenzo and he was sooooo disappointed with me, so he told me that everybody from the family (I, Rafael, Bruno, Juan, and Jose) would quit social media and we would be together as a family without Internet. Lorenzo said that he didn’t want to tell you this part of the story because you would be upset with me, but I want to be honest. Sam, I thought before that Lorenzo would punish me just spanking my ass and then fucking me really hard, but no! He stopped fucking me for 2 weeks and put me grounded without Internet for 6 months!!! I could only use whatsapp to talk with my friends and my family, but no social media without his supervision. Yesterday it was 5 months of my punishment, but Lorenzo told me that I have been a really good boy for him, so he gave me permission to talk to you, but on the website, he wants me to share my questions and stories with you, but on the site now, not in the private email <3 <3 This is why we changed, it’s all my fault, and I hope you won’t be angry with me, Sam. But I love you soooo much, brother <3 And I miss you, Lorenzo forgived me for what I did and I hope you will forgive me too because I really love you <3

Another thing brother: I’m sooo excited with Jose coming here to Master’s house. He will be 1 week with us and I think it will be soooo hot to see my Master fucking him, omg!! And I am sure he will want to fuck me to, so I’m getting ready

I love you Sam <3 Now the things will be back to normal. I think Lorenzo was too hard on this punishment to me without social media, but I understand that I was wrong, and now he is okay again, he even said that he love me

(I am loving so much the nursing school!!! I will be a really committed and sexy nurse one day)

Just from reading that you can tell that Giovanni is just the craziest, silliest, cutest little faggot in the world, right?

There’s no way in the world I would be angry or disappointed in my brother Gio. I mean, I wish he would keep focused on the God Alpha he serves rather than lust after every Alpha he sees, but Gio’s young. When I was Gio’s age I was doing far worse!

And Master Lorenzo is a generous owner, allowing his Alpha brothers to fuck Gio as well in order to give Gio other dicks to service. Eager, hungry faggots like Gio (or Jimmy, or Fabien, or most faggots) need to be fed and bred, but they must also be cultivated, nurtured, and pruned through discipline.

I love that Master Lorenzo is putting Gio through nursing school. What a terrific vocation for a faggot (Chin, the faggot of Master Jin, is also a nurse), because it utilizes and enhances a faggot’s caring, service-oriented mindset. I’m incredibly proud of Gio for this!

But most of all, I just want to say that I’m not mad at my brother at all.

And I love you, little Gio. Thank you for being my friend, my brother, and my inspiration.

Love Always,

sam the faggot

As a gay male who’s old enough to remember some of the darkness of the AIDS crisis in the ‘80s and the few heroes who fought it, I’m ashamed I’ve never heard the following story. Ruth Coker Burks should be heralded for her unselfish compassion and love in the face of horrible odds and even worse hatred and homophobia.

Ruth Coker Burks was just in her twenties when she found herself sitting at the bedside of a dying man with AIDS in a Little Rock hospital in the early 1980s, holding his hand because his family wouldn’t come. At a time when fear and ignorance about AIDS were rampant, when people thought you could catch it from a touch, she became the person who stayed. She wasn’t a nurse, or a doctor, or an activist with a microphone—she was just there, over and over again, when young men, often gay men estranged from their families, needed someone to look them in the eye as they died.

She used her family’s cemetery in Hot Springs, Arkansas, to bury over forty men with AIDS when funeral homes refused to handle the bodies and families wouldn’t claim them. She would often wrap the bodies herself, dig the graves with a friend or on her own, and offer a prayer. She marked their graves with simple bricks or PVC pipe crosses, making sure they had a place to rest that was tended, a place where someone remembered their names.

It wasn’t glamorous. She fought with funeral homes, doctors, and local politicians. She used her savings to buy medicine and groceries for men who had no one left to call, sitting with them while they took their last breaths. She navigated the fear that even medical staff felt around these men, sometimes having to bring them food herself in the hospital. She became family to men whose own parents would call her and demand she “let them die” alone. Instead, she stayed, holding their hands, reminding them they were not alone, that they were loved, even if it was by a stranger.

In a time when gay men were dying alone and being buried in garbage bags or cremated without ceremony, Ruth Coker Burks made sure they had a grave and a name. She became a mother figure, a sister, and a final comfort for so many men abandoned at the end, creating an island of dignity in a sea of fear and rejection. She offered what the world so often withheld from gay men during the AIDS crisis: care, respect, and the simple, holy act of being seen.

Ruth Coker Burks wrote a book titled “All The Young Men” about her experiences with these dying victims. It will be on my reading list.

Thanks to The AIDS Quilt page on Facebook for publishing this!

Destroyer Alpha types discover bullying at a young age (like most Alphas do), but without proper role models these ones become consumed by hate and bullying becomes their only means of navigating the adult world.

I know lots of faggots fetishize bullies. They crave their abuse. But ultimately bullies must be rejected. Because as Trump and his cast of ghoulish bullies are now proving, bullies only leave misery and destruction in their wake.