I see the strength so clear in your composition, the comfort in your manliness. An air of confidence which only you have, which others have lost in the struggle for modern equality. I see in you a strong passion for survival. To beat the odds. To be silent and live above centuries of degradation and the wisdom in that. I see you now and feel a symphony of emotions: compassion, sadness, admiration, guilt, love, a desire to touch your silky skin, lusting you, loving you. Primal.
The last year or so, something about successful relationships is becoming very clear to me. A successful heterosexual relationship in general appears to consist of a man and a very supportive woman. And by supportive I mean a woman who sacrifices herself, her own goals, and interests to focus on her man and what he wants. And a good man will thrive in this situation. He needs her to be weak in someways to make him feel strong and useful. A woman in a relationship consequently loses herself. Which I think, contrary to the popular, masculine patronizing, belief system is what leads to successful women being luckless in love because a stereotypical successful woman would not sacrifice herself. I don’t believe that its the sarcasm, and rudeness that deters men. I think that her independence makes her seem less supportive. And yes, expecting a man to be man enough and secure in himself to not need her to make him her whole world is less supportive, but in a healthy way. The problem, in my opinion is that a handful of strong woman have evolved up to now, and I’m sure also a handful of men, secure enough to suit these women, but the numbers are such that its rare to cross paths with each other. This article kind of hits the nail on the head when it comes to how supportive women boosts her partner:
So, you’re one of those guys who sees a woman as non-relationship worthy because she let you shag her, (by what you determine to be) too soon. You’re an asshole. I hope you end up with a boring corpse of a woman who doesn’t so much as twitch her hips when you’re lying on top of her in the only position she is willing to do it in. And I hope when you go back to your ‘too quick to shag’ woman for a deliciously messy shag, you find an ice queen. Fuck off and come back when you’ve evolved into something more intelligent. Women love sex. That was yesterdays news already.
I always wondered what it would feel like to have a neat body, that didn’t need to be tucked in tight in support garments to appear neat and firm. One that didn’t need to be repositioned every 20 mins, adjusting this band and that belt, and then pulling things out of fat folds. The last time I was in that shape, I was probably 12 years old, and even then I thought I was a michelin man (body dysmorphia). Soon I will know.
I just saw this picture:
with the caption: Tanya “so and so” taking delivery of her NEW Kawasaki Ninja 300SE
And it comes to my mind that this is not a happy person. Now God must please forgive me because my body is not in the best of shape, but when one is not happy, buying shiny looking new and expensive fast(ish) things do not make one happy or look any sexier, or be any more popular. And worse even if one is putting one’s life in danger riding a thing that one’s bodysize makes it even more hazardous to control. My tummy is the third the size of hers, and the heartburn alone, caused by the fuel tank against the tummy, made it a painful nightmare to ride one of those things. After God forgives me can he please send this lady some common sense and help her to set her priorities straight and perhaps invest in healthier living instead of expensive quick methods of dying. But nonetheless, if she wants to relinquish her share of the world’s oxygen (and especially also food) supply earlier than necessary, then so be it, and I thank her for that act of kindness.
1. That I’m attracted to men.
2. The gender stereotyping I was brainwashed into. Do your daughter a favour and give her screwdriver for her next birthday. Teach her to do useful stuff. Save her from a life of feeling lost and stranded and being ripped off by a bunch of con-artists when things break/break down.