Hierarchical order and the unconscious
The Emperor and the Coyote's Penis: On Phallic Order and Envy
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Within the legions of the Emperor, a woman does not exist. When the Emperor speaks, the soldiers fall silent. When the Captain speaks, they remain silent still. The word travels down the chain of command, and a hierarchy is erected — a structure built upon respect for the Phallus: the signifier of authority, distinction, and meaning. When authority commands, those submitted to it obey. The unconscious recognises no other law.
Why would a woman hate hierarchical structures?
Why does penis envy arise in females and psychotically structured males?
The unconscious registers only the Phallus. That is its logic. The female and the psychotic male function outside the phallic field of the Emperor — they do not occupy a place within it. Respect toward the woman is given not through phallic inscription, but because every woman is, or could be, someone's mother — the representative of universality. And particularity, through its phallic, hierarchical logic, must always honour that which produced it: the mother, the womb, the absolute origin.
But within the order of the unconscious itself, the woman has no signifier. She appears only as the sex object, the whore, or, when elevated, as The Mother — the queen of universality, the sacred womb that reproduces those who march in the Emperor's legions.
The woman who dedicates her life to the destruction of the patriarchy, who declares war on the phallic order, does so not from a place of emancipation, but from envy. She is excluded from the unconscious field of the Emperor; she holds no symbolic rank within the legion. And she knows — unconsciously — that without a son, without her body producing a phallic agent, she will be seen only as a whore in the eyes of the unconscious.
The most dangerous creature on the planet is the woman filled with envy toward men. Because she is not written into the orders of the Emperor, no unconscious rule binds her. Hierarchy becomes meaningless. Law becomes oppression. Instead of repressed neurosis, she produces the all-inclusive psychosis — a symbolic field with no law, only desire. Her mission becomes the pollution of the youth, a symbolic corruption carried out through female-populated artificial phallic institutions — the universities.
While the Emperor, as the embodiment of the unconscious itself, speaks in the cryptic messages of religious texts and ancestral laws, she speaks in the smooth tones of universality — equality, openness, and the erasure of distinction. He inscribes symbolic place; she dissolves it.
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And what of the psychotically structured gentleman — the man who identifies only with women, who seeks to live like a female in the body of a male?
He, too, operates outside the phallic order. He wears the artificial Phallus — a university diploma (PHD), a progressive identity, but disavows its symbolic law. He floats among women, presenting himself as the "exception", a "different male", a male who understood the "truth", one who renounces the "Will to Power", who aligns with the feminine, to disarm masculinity itself, to destroy the Legions of the Emperor. He is, structurally, an agent of "penis envy", a mimicry of the phallus that never integrates with castration. His hatred of hierarchy stems from this very exclusion. He cannot obey the Emperor, because he is not even a soldier but merely a shadow, pretending to wear a uniform. He is, in essence, the Coyote. From Indian mythology comes the story: Old Man Coyote and the Strawberries. The coyote hides beneath the ground and erects his penis through the earth just before the women arrive to pick fruit. Unaware, the women mistake his phallus for a strawberry and plucks it. This is the allegory of perverse jouissance — the phallus that presents itself as a gift, as sweetness, but is, in fact, a trap. It is not integrated into the symbolic. It is unconscious masquerading as nature. It is the psychotic gentleman, hiding under layers of pseudo-progression, waiting to be validated through a false form of femininity, the male who acts as “feminine” to disarm phallic law becomes not transgressive, but a Coyote-like trickster, who participates in the law, only through deception..
The unconscious truth does not care about politeness or social virtue. It speaks in the brutal voice of the Emperor, the archaic scream of structure. Its law is not made for comfort, but for coherence. It is the order of animals who learned to speak — and who speak only about those who get to run the show.