PHIL ITALIANO
Continued from Part I…

You thought it stopped with Yale labs and $80 dildos? Oh no, baby. That was just the tip—pun intended. Behind every great con is an even greater budget. Welcome to the next phase…

Phase Five: Corporate Carnality.

Once the G-Spot myth took root, it wasn’t just vibrators and Cosmo quizzes cashing in.
The government wanted a piece.
Corporations wanted all the pieces.

Enter “Operation MOANARCH,” a black-budget psychological warfare project you’ll never find in history books. (And if you do, burn the book—you’re not supposed to have it.) Modeled after MKULTRA but hornier, MOANARCH’s goal was simple: weaponize sexual frustration as a means of social control.

If men stayed confused and women stayed shopping, the economy stayed hard. And that’s how Uncle Sam likes it: erect and broke.

Phase Six: The Pleasure Stimulus

In 2004, the CIA quietly funded a series of “sexual wellness initiatives,” supposedly to study female arousal for “health reasons.” Translation: how to monetize the mystery even harder. They funneled grants to startup sextech companies that, in turn, funneled silicone-wrapped hope into millions of bedrooms.

You think it’s a coincidence that your ex bought a “Pelvic Floor Toning Wand” the same year Bush invaded Iraq? No, champ. That was democracy coming to climax.

Phase Seven: Advertising Afterglow

Meanwhile, marketing departments were running their own black ops. Remember that Pepsi Super Bowl ad with the dripping popsicle and the close-up of a woman’s throat swallowing? That wasn’t by accident. That was corporate foreplay.

The mission was simple: distract you, arouse you, disarm you—and get you to spend money trying to fix an itch they implanted in the first place.

The Pleasure Industrial Complex became a trillion-dollar engine, grinding through body positivity, empowerment, and self-care like a juicer with no pulp filter. “Sex sells” became “confusion sells,” and everybody kept cashing the checks.

Except you.

Phase Eight: The Pay-to-Play Era

Flash-forward to today. We don’t just chase orgasms; we subscribe to them. OnlyFans, Patreon, cashapp shoutouts—welcome to the gig economy of simulated intimacy. Love, lust, and validation are all available… for $9.99 a month.

And guess what? You’re still looking for the G-Spot.
It’s just got a new name now:
Premium Content.

Coming in Part III, we’ll blow the lid off the final phase of the G-Post Conspiracy: how AI girlfriends, crypto sugar babies, and sexual simulacra are the endgame of a world that turned desire into direct deposit.

Hang tight. This is going deeper than your rent payment.

—P.

Phil Italiano

Publisher, Visionary, Provocateur

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