Is Yukio Mishima even good?

I enjoy Murakami more. There, i said it

Yes, he is excellent. He is the platonic ideal of being an attention-whoring homosexual drama queen, and for that reason, supremely interesting. Not even with the accelerating flamboyance of homosexuals in the west of the past 10 years are we anywhere close to the levels of attention-whoring homosexualry that Mishima embodied.

The most central and foundational part of his life, from which everything else flowed, was that he was a giant attention-whoring homosexual queen.

This is not to be confused with his homosexuality; his homosexuality is incidental rather than constitutive, but nonetheless derived from the fact that he was a giant attention-whoring homosexual queen, namely via the fact that women are not capable of the boundless adoration and worship that men are, necessitating that Mishima become a homosexual to satisfy his giant attention-whoring homosexual queen impulses by being adored and worshipped by those most capable of it, i.e. men.

The same fundamental explanation goes for his books, with all their boring bourgeois pseudo-transgression, expertly tip-toeing the exact line between a harmless eccentricity vis-a-vis social norms, attracting large crowds on account of its peculiarity and shocking nature to pearl-clutching normies, but never once crossing the line into real transgression, something that would alienate the normie crowds in his book. Oh wow, the character killed a cat and seems indifferent, very transgressive, such symbol.

However, this not being enough to satisfy his giant attention-whoring homosexual queen impulses, he established the perfect situation for himself with his poorly attempted coup: either he would succeed and be the prime instigator of a return to imperial Japan, or he would fail and spectacularly kill himself. Both options would secure him a place in the history books, satisfying his giant attention-whoring homosexual queen impulses. It could not fail, or so Mishima thought.

In a pure show of ironic force crafted by the hand of God himself, his feeble 5'1 body was not capable of producing enough volume in his voice, in the speech to instigate the coup, for the soldiers below the balcony to hear him - it cannot be stressed enough what a fundamental and metaphysical failure this was for the homosexual queen who craved nothing but attention. One can only speculate, but it is possible that this alone was enough for his seppuku to be motivated by more than attention-whoring, that he felt, for once, actual shame. Even further getting blown the frick out by God, his backup plan, that would honorably remove him from this world in a homosexual-aesthetic way, failed - his secondary, who was to decapitate him after he had disemboweled himself, was too weak to do so, and tried three times to separate head from body, failing each time.

In short: he did it to satisfy his narcissist, homosexual queen urges; what he attained instead was becoming a joke so sophisticated and perfect that it must have come about by divine intervention.

>Pewdiepie

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