Sunday, March 05, 2006
Who Else Feels Like They're Chasing Points On A Circle?
II was thinking of writing this story when I went through a writer who talked about the perceived threats to masculinity and the ever metrosexual jesus;
I decided not to continue my writing, for reasons of personal and emotional well-being. It seems that the struggle for women and men is always like the two sides of a tree, that when the sun hits it, there is always one light side and one dark, and as the earth circles the sun, the light side goes to the other and the dark side equivalently the same. But, no matter how much the tree turns and twists, there is always one side blinded and the other, simply, in the dark.
I hate to leave my thoughts like this, tracing them for so long through the night, thinking of the many scholars, artists, directors, poets, and even friends who've come up with so many distinct versions of sex and violence and society. It is a reminder of my mortality that when I wake up every morning, it is by chance that I haven't died yet, and have one more day in which to think about life as it is. As it is, my thinking hasn't necessarily brought me to the answers or the process that would give answers.
I have too many questions. Especially about sex and the roles that are assigned to sex. Again, my questions always end up being "what, what, what" because even those who are convinced that a man is someone who drinks beer, grabs ass, and watches football games
don't know how they came to be such men, or how to combat those men who can't fit into these categories or are unwilling to.
Here's that piece;
I decided not to continue my writing, for reasons of personal and emotional well-being. It seems that the struggle for women and men is always like the two sides of a tree, that when the sun hits it, there is always one light side and one dark, and as the earth circles the sun, the light side goes to the other and the dark side equivalently the same. But, no matter how much the tree turns and twists, there is always one side blinded and the other, simply, in the dark.
I hate to leave my thoughts like this, tracing them for so long through the night, thinking of the many scholars, artists, directors, poets, and even friends who've come up with so many distinct versions of sex and violence and society. It is a reminder of my mortality that when I wake up every morning, it is by chance that I haven't died yet, and have one more day in which to think about life as it is. As it is, my thinking hasn't necessarily brought me to the answers or the process that would give answers.
I have too many questions. Especially about sex and the roles that are assigned to sex. Again, my questions always end up being "what, what, what" because even those who are convinced that a man is someone who drinks beer, grabs ass, and watches football games
don't know how they came to be such men, or how to combat those men who can't fit into these categories or are unwilling to.
Here's that piece;
"Should I hope that there will be a Men's Awareness Month? A month that would celebrate men who have stood against the "grain" of their masculine brothers and taken on the role of Human instead of man?
Yes. I should. We are a changing world, and that means change for a whole category; men with women, instead of women alone, or blacks alone. Pushing forward the agenda of Women as a women's issue is relevant but it just isn't the case. Men are the co-habitators of one-half of this world, and women believe that their half is subservient to that half. Although women may be dominated by a patriarchal society in countries like the IRI, I don't believe that this is what I need to see in our country now. What I need to see is a Men's Awareness month, where issues that men face are tackled."
