And yet—by today's standards, we regard men as little more than dogs to feed scraps to, in return for a few rudimentary purposes in return. I view today's men as being in the most pivotal age of the male race's history. Yes, I'm speaking of the humans who bear the y chromosome and penis as their own "race", because in this great gender divide we live in now, they are quite frankly treated as a different species altogether from the other one.
We shame men for everything that makes them men: we ignore their physical beauty—dismissing their body parts and features as "ugly". We revile their innate sexual desires as "dirty", "wrong", and "immoral". We compare men to women in nearly every regard, and insult them for not being more like the latter. It's no wonder that so many of today's men—particularly the young, might even find themselves envying the other gender for their perceived "superiority".
In today's day and age, I walk the fine line between giving into my utter "maleness" and refraining from doing so. Why do I feel like I must refrain? Because of all the reasons above. As a man, I want to lust after the most beautiful people I see with utter abandon. (As a gay man, this means other men). I want to pleasure my body through the most highly pleasurable organ bestowed on me—my beautiful penis. I want to pursue these earthly pleasures at all costs—again and again, with no adherence to overt sentimental or politically correct rationalizing—but the problem in the twenty-first century is: Guilt. I feel a sense of guilt, for giving into these male urges. I feel guilty that I only want to focus on the most beautiful men I can find. I feel guilty that I only want to pleasure myself in the company of and in honor of these beautiful men. In today's society, we must refrain from these objectives, because they are too unfair, too selfish—too primal.
But in actuality, it's none of these things. It is simply—MALE. These are male urges, designed by nature, pulsing in the DNA of all of our male bodies. How can we fault men for simply being men? Men are supposed to be governed by the absolute power of physical beauty. Men love beauty in such a profound and pure way—it is practically the stuff of great art and ultimate sacrifice. Men literally give their lives to beauty—risking their mental and physical health, shortening their lives and the quality of it—to attain that awesome allure of beauty. Physical beauty is not only pleasing, it signals health—it is the guide from nature that tells men to keep striving for it. Men are doing their roles when they ignore the ugly, old and lame, and fight for the beautiful and young. It only sounds terrible in our modern times, where we no longer rely on physical stamina and instinct to survive as a species. It can be said that these male instincts are simple—although I hate to use that term because of its derogatory connotations. But truly, it is apt. Men ARE simple in this regard—in their singular vision to seek pleasure that ultimately leads to the next profound step: procreation.
The simplicity continues after the mere desire. Men's bodies are designed for fast, immediate gratification. Our genitals—which are external for the sake of access to our intended, also symbolically herald our transparent and constant needs. The penis, for all its mythic glory, is as jarring and simple as it's been reviled to be. It needs very little stimulation for it to rise to the occasion and perform its natural duty. From there, the barest and briefest of coaxing results in the most awesome and yet quite simple pleasure known to a man: orgasm. The male orgasm is shockingly brief and absolute. It lasts only a few seconds, and as any man can tell you: when it's over, all desire vanishes as quickly as death in an instant. This is nature's blueprint: the male has done its deed. It need not linger with its attained partner. The male has achieved his small but crucial role in life: to elicit creation and beget life. The male's abrupt finale is brilliant and resolute. He can carry on now, free of his desires until they strike up again after a brief interim of relief.
It's with this personal take on the machinations of the male objective in life, that I must declare: MEN, you are perfect as you are. Because NATURE made you that way. Nature gave you your body. Nature gave you your urges. Nature gave you your needs. And if you act upon these needs, they are simply... natural.
Men are supposed to have sex with the most beautiful men or women they can find. They're supposed to think of only their own pleasure above all else. They're supposed to have sex and not care deeply for their partners. They're supposed to immediately withdraw once they achieved their simple but extraordinary pleasure. Men are beautiful this way. The absoluteness of the male orgasm is no less amazing than any of nature's other creations, including the the other gender. The "simplicity" of men is not an afterthought, particularly in comparison to the other gender—it's just as sophisticated, powerful, and vital to the Earth's well-being. We men serve a wonderful purpose on Earth. We are supposed to be the ultimate hedonists. The adage that "men are pigs" is strangely apt—but ironically not insulting after all because: it has led to the survival OF men for eons now! Men are supposed to complicate a world like today's, with its tenuous emphasis on fairness and safety for others. Men aren't "obsolete" in today's world—they are simply displaying the very male traits that will keep this species going: immediacy, resourcefulness, and enterprising. It's only through today's feminized lens in the western world that men seem primitive and immoral. Time will tell how long this prolonged spell of feminine exaltation will last... to my brothers and fathers and sons, I hope you read this and are proud of who you are.
It's with all this theorizing, that I want to end on a highly personal note: I believe in being the True Male. The true male is a man who heeds his calling for all of the desires listed above. It's sad that we live in a world today that would make this a revolutionary act! I wish in the future, men would return to the nature of their incredible forefathers. We can find fulfillment in pursuing our pleasures and not needing "romantic" love to veil it. It is society that has taught us it's wrong to not seek monogamy. Men, or males of all animals for that matter, are built to be rogues, wild cards, and loners—some say it's not an easy path, but Men are NOT easy. That is the complexity to our simplicity. Men change things in their own special ways that women don't. Men lead difficult lives, but it's time we revere that instead of condemning them. From the moment a male is conceived in the womb, he is already more vulnerable in the highly female environment he finds himself in—sound familiar? Once he finally exits that tentative abode, he will find that it's hardly any different. Men die younger (by a mere few years), but I think it's genius—who wants to live that long? Elderly people are often so lonely, its unbearable. Men get the last laugh by ducking out early at the right time! Men are treated more poorly than women ever will (the great irony of today's feminist propaganda that women are the oppressed sex)—but again: there is beauty in the hardship.
Men ARE wild cards. They are the forgotten sex. They are given the "short stick" by nature, if you want to finally concede the feminist agenda of comparing genders. But we men have our advantages of course (brute strength, technical prowess, and more prone to producing genius thus far). I've often joked that if reincarnation exists, I still want to come back as a MAN. I've known nothing else, that's why. I LOVE being a man—in spite of all the drawbacks that come with it. I'm not done having a cock and balls. I'm not done having one orgasm at a time (I think the absoluteness of that is amazing! It's what makes men so reliable and true—even our orgasms are!). I'm not done carrying down the Y chromosome. I'm not done being a man who DESIRES other men—I think it's the most profound thing on Earth!
Men, we are amazing. It almost makes me want to cry. You have yourself a supporter for LIFE. No matter what happens to the human male, I'm signing off right now today: I believe MEN are the best thing in the history of this planet!
MEN.
