Unwanted Celibacy

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Anyone who somewhat frequently visits the "Man-O-Sphere" (or damn near any significant part of the internet really) has probably noted the huge imbalance in today's sexual market (with some places being more obvious indicators than others). Hell, just considering how anti-male and feminist our current society is should be a huge clue.

One thing I often wonder, and sometimes even worry about, whenever I'm out and about and I see other men (especially the younger ones) going about their lives:

How do they deal with it all?

The person you see walking in front of you and what they're really thinking about and feeling are often times completely different.

I see some guys who are confused about their sexuality, and adopt a slightly "effete" appearance or manner of dress, but still love to talk about video games or sports and whatnot. I see other guys who just seem to have a naturally distant, down-turned smile and expression. Their voices monotone, and enthusiasm depleted. But they too feel a spark if a conversation engages them so. Then I see other guys who are, unfortunately, very obviously having a hard time. Their manner of dress, mannerisms, and overall attitude just seems to exude a sort of "I no longer give a fuck. Please excuse me." aura of negativity and desperateness.

I was at a sort of "meet and greet" event down at the local YMCA earlier today. It was nice enough. Some good people, ice cream, and interesting conversations to be had. But there was one person there that stood out to me.

He was, you could say, "transparently homosexual", but not necessarily in a flamboyant way. It was masked in an aura of sadness, and despair. He tried to come across as fun, and cheerful, but it was obvious (at least to me) that there was something more underneath.

I think he was attracted to me. Which both disgusts and saddens me. Hell no, I'm not gay. But it got me thinking:


Just imagine if only things were better right now, If we didn't live in a completely post-Feminist and misogynistic society. We both probably would have been out screwing some hot babes instead, and gone on to accomplish whatever awesomeness we wanted.

But no, instead, we're here. Chatting ever so hopelessly to try and temporarily escape the much more painful reality.

With this in mind, it should be no surprise that suicide rates for men are up the wazoo these days.

There is a great amount of anger and writhing among the male half of these present generations. I honestly wish I had the time and resources to talk with them all, and document their stories. Maybe even publish them, and clearly show the world what they are thinking and going through.

I'm practically wishing to be God here, I guess. I think it would be awesome though.

To be honest, I don't even know how I get through it all. Being a naturally red-blooded, energetic young male, I get "the craving" a lot. I mean A LOT.

But alas, there is not much I can do about it. I personally find most pornography to be gross, and I don't much enjoy masturbating. I also have almost no luck or fortune when dealing with the opposite sex, able to get nothing more than a decent conversation and some good laughs out of them.

There are days where I "crave the love" so bad I feel like I'm about to explode. I get extremely energetic, irritable, I can't sit still, can't focus, and I'm near impossible to talk to.

Then I have a few days where I won't think about it at all. I'm calmer, more analytical, and generally more productive. At least until I get some slight reminder of my "sexual situation", and then the tirade begins again.

Ah well. It could be worse. I could be pissed off about my lack of sex AND have little to no understanding as to why. I think I would just be another "statistic" on the suicide charts if that were the case.


(P.S. This was the original picture, but I decided to change it to the image at the top of the post in order to more accurately portray the subject matter. Plus, hos know that all they have to do to get some lovin' is flash their goods, and they're good to go.)

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