Sunday, May 2, 2010
Idiot Children of Shiva
Recently participating in a ceremonial party showed me that much of this id's rage directs toward "guys" (i.e., men in name only) regards the stupid, mindless, idiotic crap that has prompted them to touch me. That is, my recollections offer incidents of their "benign intention," thinking that not wanting to "hurt" leaves no damage, but of no accompanying fear for my safety. Such carelessness complicates my fondness for the bastards.
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My response to a gentle query:
ReplyDeleteVery kind of you to inquire, Brian....I indeed received affirmation of something that I long have known to be true. Although prepared to address my experience with men, I left patent how that perception would unfold during the event. The facts of my history with the reciprocal sex juxtaposed with my utter delight in their company have not manifested in me as clinical descriptions might predict. Creating time and space to distill the hurt from wounds received from such idiot children, male but not men, yielded a satisfying answer to this clinical riddle. In short, my feelings in the company of most men resemble the apprehension a puppy might feel in the company of several exuberant St. Bernards: excited but wary....