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I miss Rez' blog.
It probably wasn't healthy for him to post personal things that often, but still, He has a gift for being entertaining while telling you about his day. It was probably from him that I got the impression that blogging was performance art.
In other news-I think the sensationalism involved with studies into homosexuals needs to be cut back a bit. I mean, sure, everyone wants to know what the deal is. But splashing new and conflicting findings up every ten minutes does very little more than make people afraid of it.
"What IS the deal?" "It's Genetic? Wait, my dad was gay!" "Does that mean I'm going to spontaneously make a cocoon in my teens and emerge covered in a rainbow?"
Science is wonderful, isn't it? Though it's not just the fault of the scientists. I blame the media, too. Men are shown to be hardbodied irredeemable horndogs, so if you can actually hold a thought in your head for ten minutes that DOESN'T involve women, your faith in your heterosexuality is shaken.
Still. Women are awesome. Even ones that aren't model perfect can, and usually do have a feature like hair, great legs, or just something about their eyes that can just grab at your attention And ones that DO seem perfect...I could, not a single word of a lie, spend hours just looking.
Men are raised to value their own strength and stuff. Taught to judge themselves on what they do. Which, as the world becomes more and more modern, means less of the 'Going out and hunting' and more of the softer Hunter Gatherer routines. Which is all well and good.
But women are different, aren't they? They don't value the same things, and we can see in them something that completes us. They're strange creatures. Just listen to one talk for awhile. Even the ones that talk on a level we can understand, there's something fundimentally -different- there.
It's like magnets. You feel drawn to it. You don't always agree, but you want to listen forever and just marvel. It opens up your mind. Encourages the parts of you that aren't based on what you can do what you can do and measure. Finding the right woman can make you feel complete in ways that just absolutely blow your mind. It's not easy to come by, and even easier to kill, but even though a man isn't supposed to admit he has the softer emotions, being in love is probably the best thing ever.
I don't know what that's like, but I've had tastes of it. Female friends, the ones that I get along with, have unabashedly positive effects on me. I am socially terrible, but with some girls, I can actually maintain a conversation that sounds somehow human without getting all embarrassed at how I talk.
And a woman is a marvel, physically. She can be soft, but still strong. Tough and active, her body is still equipped with curves, sensual and seductive. The earmarks of being a woman, wife and mother are just...
I both admire and desire them.
Huh. I don't know what I was shooting for when I started, but I don't think that was it. Still, an interesting stream of thought. I do have a few male friends, too. Just so the wrong Idea isn't gotten. It's not like I hate men. I'm not at all ashamed to be one. And I do think Men are given a hard time by women unreasonably. (Sure, sure patriarchy, oppression, etc...But I wasn't involved in that! Stop demanding I make good on the crimes of men long dead! [This is also my stance on reparations for Indians and blacks]) But there's something special about women. They're a piece of a puzzle that straight guys are missing. Amidst all the chaos that followed the 'Sexual Revolution', I think the real...poetry of love...the kind that eats you alive, but shoots you out the other end feeling like you're a better person for knowing and loving your mate-that's so rare now, and it's sad.
It probably wasn't healthy for him to post personal things that often, but still, He has a gift for being entertaining while telling you about his day. It was probably from him that I got the impression that blogging was performance art.
In other news-I think the sensationalism involved with studies into homosexuals needs to be cut back a bit. I mean, sure, everyone wants to know what the deal is. But splashing new and conflicting findings up every ten minutes does very little more than make people afraid of it.
"What IS the deal?" "It's Genetic? Wait, my dad was gay!" "Does that mean I'm going to spontaneously make a cocoon in my teens and emerge covered in a rainbow?"
Science is wonderful, isn't it? Though it's not just the fault of the scientists. I blame the media, too. Men are shown to be hardbodied irredeemable horndogs, so if you can actually hold a thought in your head for ten minutes that DOESN'T involve women, your faith in your heterosexuality is shaken.
Still. Women are awesome. Even ones that aren't model perfect can, and usually do have a feature like hair, great legs, or just something about their eyes that can just grab at your attention And ones that DO seem perfect...I could, not a single word of a lie, spend hours just looking.
Men are raised to value their own strength and stuff. Taught to judge themselves on what they do. Which, as the world becomes more and more modern, means less of the 'Going out and hunting' and more of the softer Hunter Gatherer routines. Which is all well and good.
But women are different, aren't they? They don't value the same things, and we can see in them something that completes us. They're strange creatures. Just listen to one talk for awhile. Even the ones that talk on a level we can understand, there's something fundimentally -different- there.
It's like magnets. You feel drawn to it. You don't always agree, but you want to listen forever and just marvel. It opens up your mind. Encourages the parts of you that aren't based on what you can do what you can do and measure. Finding the right woman can make you feel complete in ways that just absolutely blow your mind. It's not easy to come by, and even easier to kill, but even though a man isn't supposed to admit he has the softer emotions, being in love is probably the best thing ever.
I don't know what that's like, but I've had tastes of it. Female friends, the ones that I get along with, have unabashedly positive effects on me. I am socially terrible, but with some girls, I can actually maintain a conversation that sounds somehow human without getting all embarrassed at how I talk.
And a woman is a marvel, physically. She can be soft, but still strong. Tough and active, her body is still equipped with curves, sensual and seductive. The earmarks of being a woman, wife and mother are just...
I both admire and desire them.
Huh. I don't know what I was shooting for when I started, but I don't think that was it. Still, an interesting stream of thought. I do have a few male friends, too. Just so the wrong Idea isn't gotten. It's not like I hate men. I'm not at all ashamed to be one. And I do think Men are given a hard time by women unreasonably. (Sure, sure patriarchy, oppression, etc...But I wasn't involved in that! Stop demanding I make good on the crimes of men long dead! [This is also my stance on reparations for Indians and blacks]) But there's something special about women. They're a piece of a puzzle that straight guys are missing. Amidst all the chaos that followed the 'Sexual Revolution', I think the real...poetry of love...the kind that eats you alive, but shoots you out the other end feeling like you're a better person for knowing and loving your mate-that's so rare now, and it's sad.