The male is truly an interesting specimen. I myself am one, but have yet to completely figure out the workings of being a “man”. You wouldn’t think that having a penis between your legs would change a human being that much…but it does somehow. There is a complex that comes with being a male. I began to ponder this subject while waiting for my plane back to Denver in the Chicago Midway airport. My eyes fell upon four middle-aged men, slouching upon stools and shouting while watching the super-bowl. Why is it so enticing to watch countless men adorned in tight pants, helmets and pads throw pigskin to each other? Usually when two men in skin thin suits are on top of each other grunting…we call that “homo-erotic” but guys call that “wrestling”…yet another wonderful, non-homo sport. How come a man’s man is usually tall, dark, handsome and excruciatingly masculine…or Chuck Norris? A real man loves sports, women, work and money. A real man does not indulge in reading, the arts or God forbid—female friends.
The male and female are meant to produce children, not have lifelong friendships. That is so “gay”. Just like recycling or caring about the world is so “gay”. Whenever I found myself strolling along with my best friends Erica or Karissa in the streets of Chicago…people would either think we were siblings or dating. The possibility that we were best friends was not possible. It just does not seem natural for a boy and a girl to be spending so much time together without screwing each other right? Just like it is not safe or proper for a nineteen-year-old girl to stay over at a nineteen year old boy’s house or vice verse…even though they have known each other for forever. Everyone assumes that because a guy has a dick he needs to put it in something…and of course it is going to be his best friend who happens to be a girl…right? NO.
The notion of “guy love” is now a joke. It is now humorous to even imagine male bonding. People either think it is “gay” or “cute”. Everyone loves to watch a bunch of horny girls make out at a sleepover but God forbid that occur at Billy’s birthday party. Two naked girls wrestling in a vat of grease is not lesbian-oc but sexy. Two guys doing the same is considered hard core gay-porn. It doesn’t add up. To my knowledge, girls don’t compare the size of their va-jay-jays, yet that seems to be the in thing to do in the guy’s locker room. Apparently the size of your dick translates to the size of your IQ. I myself am in awe at why the hell penis size matters! Why do people care? Unless it is an inch, it does the job—you can still go to the bathroom and have fun in the bedroom.
Also, what is up with this whole “real guys don’t cry”? Let me tell you something, I myself rarely, rarely cry…unless necessary while I’m acting or I’m going through something difficult in my real everyday life. Yet it is this same suppression of the male’s emotion that leads to such radical problems as depression or suicide. I have never been a fan of anyone crying for that matter, but crying is a completely normal and healthy expression. Whatever dumb ass suggested, “crying was for pussies” can suck it. And whoever created the “ideal” man can suck it too because no one is “ideal” for that matter.
Whether you have a penis or not. The truth is…while guys may possess enough testosterone to pee while standing up, each individual male varies radically from one another. Yes, there are those specimens that have the amazing six-pack abs, and then there is the majority of men that don’t. Men remain to be a mystery even to themselves…they are just as insecure about themselves as women and share many of the same problems. But one thing remains to be true—men, like women, have their own code…some are dumb, some aren’t, some like sports and some don’t…some are jocks, some nerds…and yes, who doesn’t think about sex at least a couple times a day? The point is, whatever reproductive organ you have, you are human and you are not tied down to a category.
The male and female are meant to produce children, not have lifelong friendships. That is so “gay”. Just like recycling or caring about the world is so “gay”. Whenever I found myself strolling along with my best friends Erica or Karissa in the streets of Chicago…people would either think we were siblings or dating. The possibility that we were best friends was not possible. It just does not seem natural for a boy and a girl to be spending so much time together without screwing each other right? Just like it is not safe or proper for a nineteen-year-old girl to stay over at a nineteen year old boy’s house or vice verse…even though they have known each other for forever. Everyone assumes that because a guy has a dick he needs to put it in something…and of course it is going to be his best friend who happens to be a girl…right? NO.
The notion of “guy love” is now a joke. It is now humorous to even imagine male bonding. People either think it is “gay” or “cute”. Everyone loves to watch a bunch of horny girls make out at a sleepover but God forbid that occur at Billy’s birthday party. Two naked girls wrestling in a vat of grease is not lesbian-oc but sexy. Two guys doing the same is considered hard core gay-porn. It doesn’t add up. To my knowledge, girls don’t compare the size of their va-jay-jays, yet that seems to be the in thing to do in the guy’s locker room. Apparently the size of your dick translates to the size of your IQ. I myself am in awe at why the hell penis size matters! Why do people care? Unless it is an inch, it does the job—you can still go to the bathroom and have fun in the bedroom.
Also, what is up with this whole “real guys don’t cry”? Let me tell you something, I myself rarely, rarely cry…unless necessary while I’m acting or I’m going through something difficult in my real everyday life. Yet it is this same suppression of the male’s emotion that leads to such radical problems as depression or suicide. I have never been a fan of anyone crying for that matter, but crying is a completely normal and healthy expression. Whatever dumb ass suggested, “crying was for pussies” can suck it. And whoever created the “ideal” man can suck it too because no one is “ideal” for that matter.
Whether you have a penis or not. The truth is…while guys may possess enough testosterone to pee while standing up, each individual male varies radically from one another. Yes, there are those specimens that have the amazing six-pack abs, and then there is the majority of men that don’t. Men remain to be a mystery even to themselves…they are just as insecure about themselves as women and share many of the same problems. But one thing remains to be true—men, like women, have their own code…some are dumb, some aren’t, some like sports and some don’t…some are jocks, some nerds…and yes, who doesn’t think about sex at least a couple times a day? The point is, whatever reproductive organ you have, you are human and you are not tied down to a category.
No comments:
Post a Comment