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Fellow up. Be a real man. Folks don’t cry. These directions have been encoded in our very skin as youthfull boys. We learn fairly early to submerge our more compassionate, feeling, and mild natures beneath layers of bodily postures, attitudes, and exaggerated personalities that emphasize and augment the characteristics that will win as approval as men. We create personas that dominate our lives, a concoction of desire and flesh, built overtop of our exceptionally soft vulnerabilities. We offer these personas to our sex partners, swapping them in the shape of pictures, and animal dialogues on dating apps. We smash as if these personas are, indeed, who we are. The problem lies not in our personas, themselves. Truly, we may contain some of the very attributes of maleness that are very prized: stature, strength, a stern capability to linger tranquil under pressure, a gruff exterior that is joy to desire. The real problem lies in what we are not permitting to be felt within our depths--the characteristics that might unveil our fixed personas to be a charade, a bulwark against the soft little Folks that live within us. In alleviate scenarios, we cozily project these characteristics onto women. They are more emotional. They are weaker and unpredictable. They are icky, wielding unusual genitalia. We divide ourselves into studs who are “gold stars,” studs who have not sullied their gay identities with humble and nosey exploration with women. In worst case scenarios, we project these qualities onto studs who we desire to denigrate; they are shamed for being bottoms, having willowy frames, speaking in higher pitches. These projections are permanently desperate tries for studs to validate themselves and enroll others into a toxic game that favors their inadvertent, yet insidious, denial. The spiritual experience of gender is one in which we collapse our notions of opposites, cradling our welts in one forearm and our treasures in the other. We never have to determine which forearm to toss. If we dare, we may carry our polarity boldly, making space in our external presentations for flexibility, fun, arching of gender expression when desired, and healing our relationships with the nymphs in our lives and the archetypal chick inside our own psyches. Whether or not we admit it, she is always within us watching, waiting for the healing that is well deserved by us all.
Fellow up. Be a real man. Folks don’t cry. These directions have been encoded in our very skin as youthfull boys. We learn fairly early to submerge our more compassionate, feeling, and mild natures beneath layers of bodily postures, attitudes, and exaggerated personalities that emphasize and augment the characteristics that will win as approval as men. We create personas that dominate our lives, a concoction of desire and flesh, built overtop of our exceptionally soft vulnerabilities. We offer these personas to our sex partners, swapping them in the shape of pictures, and animal dialogues on dating apps. We smash as if these personas are, indeed, who we are. The problem lies not in our personas, themselves. Truly, we may contain some of the very attributes of maleness that are very prized: stature, strength, a stern capability to linger tranquil under pressure, a gruff exterior that is joy to desire. The real problem lies in what we are not permitting to be felt within our depths--the characteristics that might unveil our fixed personas to be a charade, a bulwark against the soft little Folks that live within us. In alleviate scenarios, we cozily project these characteristics onto women. They are more emotional. They are weaker and unpredictable. They are icky, wielding unusual genitalia. We divide ourselves into studs who are “gold stars,” studs who have not sullied their gay identities with humble and nosey exploration with women. In worst case scenarios, we project these qualities onto studs who we desire to denigrate; they are shamed for being bottoms, having willowy frames, speaking in higher pitches. These projections are permanently desperate tries for studs to validate themselves and enroll others into a toxic game that favors their inadvertent, yet insidious, denial. The spiritual experience of gender is one in which we collapse our notions of opposites, cradling our welts in one forearm and our treasures in the other. We never have to determine which forearm to toss. If we dare, we may carry our polarity boldly, making space in our external presentations for flexibility, fun, arching of gender expression when desired, and healing our relationships with the nymphs in our lives and the archetypal chick inside our own psyches. Whether or not we admit it, she is always within us watching, waiting for the healing that is well deserved by us all.
Added: 2022-09-27 • Views: 8 • Duration: 13:29