Not just a generalization, but a stereotype. I know some people around here who get terribly upset if you stereotype anyone else. They say that you’re judging folks, and you shouldn’t oughta do it. I don’t see them coming to the rescue of men. —[jab, jab].
Well, i don’t mind. We’re talking about men, on average. And whether it’s genes or culture (my bet is on both), men don’t like to cry, or show weakness. It’s a dangerous world. To dangerous to let your guard down. Even with a woman. For, soft and sensitive and caring as she might be, she can still do a lot of damage.
You’ve heard many truisms about men. “Men have fragile egos.” “Men don’t cry.” “Men only want to get laid.” “Men can’t commit.” “Men can’t be trusted.” “Without women, men would still be in the stoneages.” “Men don’t show their feelings.” They may not even know they have feelings.
I’ve said this before, elsewhere, and gotten trashed for it. Still, I’ll try again. I’m going to make some generalizations. Please do me a favor, and keep in mind that not all men are like this. I’m only talking about on average.
I think we do think primarily with our dicks. We’re pulled around the way a little boy pulls his wagon around. Our cocks (on average) make us do a lot of stuff that looks silly, because we want to get laid. There is nothing, nothing at all that is as incredible as having your cock surrounded by a warm pussy (unless you’re gay).
Now, my therapist has told me that there are men who really don’t give a shit about the woman. They just want to get laid as much as possible. I may be romantic, but I think that’s bullshit. I think there is a magic that happens inside our souls when we are inside a woman. It’s even better if she is a lover. But I don’t think you can have sex without feeling that tiny bit of relaxation and safety.
‘Cause I think the truth is that we all are big softies. Some of us have been abused or had a hard time in life, and this leads to mistrust, and violence, but absent that, I think we’re softies. We like love as much as women do. We’re romantic.
But since we can’t articulate it, we don’t get credit for it. Since we often so sensitive, we are afraid to truly trust, because when our hearts break, they shatter like delicate crystal goblets. I think we are desperate to connect, and scared to reach out, and some of us think we are ugly and undesirble, and in despair, we may seek to take, by violence, from the weak and inexperienced, that which we desperately want, but don’t believe we are good enough for.
Out of this inner fear, that we don’t even let ourselves feel, and we don’t admit to it’s existence, we become inarticulate. How can this be explained? It fucking can’t be explained! Even if it could, would a woman understand? I doubt it. It’s too far beyond her experience. In any case, she is wary, because being smaller, she feels it is far too easy for a man to overwhelm her. To understand how much power she really has… well, I’ve met a few women who can understand, but mostly, I think you have no idea.
I dunno. I think the guys will think I’m crazy. I think the girls will think I’m crazy. (I am, but not about this). But that’s how I see it. That’s the secret I think hardly anyone understands.
‘Course, it probably sounds like total gibberish, given how piss poor our emotional capabilities are. Right. Give me a fucking break!