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I can't.
Why is it not manly to cry?
Why is acceptable for women to cry?
Because women don't like men emotionally weaker than they are and guys don't like it either.
On my way to feeding the chickens I got to feeling stupid that I don't post more pictures of myself.
Then I got to feeling stupid for having posted pictures of myself.
Who cares?
Although resilience and venting of emotions certainly play a part, but here's some phrases that pretty much capture how boys/young men are taught resilience...
"Cowboy-up"
"Buck-up"
"Chin-up"
"Grow-up"
"Man-up"
"Push that shit down"
"Walk it off"
"Deal with it"
I could go on.
Pick any one of those and outline for me how a man can (free of any sense of shame) go about being open with his emotional feelings.
Much like tonight, I'm usually pretty high on Ambien when I peek at your thread, so I really appreciate when there's a photo or two to scroll by.
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One night I was super fucked up (I mean like drooling on myself) & I went through the pics in your other thread .... some were really good, even for you. Did you take them all or did you have help with some?
I was raised by my dad...I've heard every phrase in this list but with the added pleasure of also hearing...don't dress like that, you're asking to get raped....don't go for a walk and blame me if someone hurts you. ...etc adnoseum...
There is certainly some truth to that.
But one can not be strong in every circumstance.
I totally want to fucking do it.
It's been WAY the fuck too long since I broke out the pens, pencils, and ink wells.
It's a strange phenomenon
This is a photo of my wife that I may have already shared
It's not the best photo for those that need stark clarity
For those that don't
I think you'll get it
Perhaps--like me--even love it
I actually took this photo 3 years ago so the chances of me already having posted it is pretty good. If I did, I wonder what I said about it. I wonder what words came to my mind at the time
Where they about love?
Where they about fucking?
No matter
And no matter this image
It is not something I can sketch
But it is a moment I can still feel
A moment I can still remember
Of a woman
I can still touch.
There is that persistent fear of having been replaced.
The threat of having been replaced
Of having been so cast aside for someone else that you are nothing
Everything you were is nothing
Everything between you has been reduced down to a shrug of the shoulders
It burns
And in your head you lay awake at night thinking
About how connected you were
And you think of them so easily replicating what you fought against
--with someone else
Someone similar... but different
A more understanding individual
A more novel individual
A person with the same edge as you but just slightly sharper
--more intellectual
--more humorous, articulate, direct.
And what are you to anyone anymore?
Why bother being someone to anyone anymore?
Get up
Put your blinders on and keep your head down
Don't notice and don't be noticed
And pursue your life as it should be pursued
Point--A to Point--B.
