Disclaimer: I have made every mistake in the book having to do with second wave feminism. I have blundered through life like a weird lady ox. I can now share the results of my adventures. MOO.
Advice for young wimmin in an age of insanity. You are pregnant. A person asks,
"Whose baby is it?" You should answer,
"It's my baby." The questioner then qualifies the question.
“Who is the daddy?” You should answer,
“Fred is the daddy, but it’s my baby.” Since the habit of saying “we are pregnant” began 20 years ago, I have puked a little bit in my mouth when when I heard it.
“This can only lead to trouble!” I thought. There is no “we'“ in pregnant. Pregnancy is feminine. Impregnation is masculine. “We” did not impregnate ourself. Girls, don’t let anyone invade your space. Pregnancy is feminine space.
But it’s not the men’s fault. In our lust for cultural inclusion in all forms we wimmin have hoist ourselves with our feminine petard. We ladies have been attempting to civilize and include our men, but the problem is, we don’t understand the male perspective. Building, birthing and nursing tiny babies is a feminine part of the cycle. The masculine part of the cycle happens when the child is too big for the mother to pick up and toss into the air. Dad role expands after the kid walks and talks.
Just as there are day and night, there are times for differing skills to take priority. The penis perspective requires a different pee strategy from the pelvic floor urethra strategy. It boils down to “sit and dab” versus “grab and shoot”. How many ways do I have to remind us that female and male are different?
Yin can’t understand the ego of Yang. Yin is dark and deep. Yang is bright and fleeting. Yin swallows Yang. Yin devours Yang. Yin dines upon the Yang gift of pure energy. Yang donates his light to spark the process that Yin performs. In so doing, he dies. That is where the Jesus dying on the cross story comes from.
No wonder men are so fragile. This is the reason why modern men want so desperately to erase wimmin with false wombs, A.I. and transsexual blardyblar in all its current fomentations. They are terrified because they are proud of nothing more than an event that was involuntary and took all of 39 seconds, give or take a few.
Yin is designed to lose her autonomy. Yin cooperates. She understands erections and orgasms, because she has had all those inside her, but she does not understand ego, because she is porous, designed to be invaded. She is designed to allow, not to compete.
Yang and Yin are not opposite or equal.
They are completely different. Yang's contribution to pregnancy is ten seconds of jizzing. Yin takes on a lifetime of responsibility and connection.
The Job of Men is to bring Joy into the hearts of Wimmin. This is very important, because pregnancy, birthing, nursing and caring for the young is exhausting, debilitating and can be depressing. Nursing mothers need other wimmin around them, not some guy fake breast feeding while she pumps her milk in the background. We wimmin need the humor and warmth of men to keep us from dumping the entire project over the edge of a cliff.
Yang brings joy into the dark folds of Yin’s cosmos. It is a travesty to force men into the mold that fits the feminine. Seriousness, responsibility, tradition, the letter of the law: these are feminine things, Yin.
Teach boys to dance couples style dances
Boys should learn to dance like a man, leading their partners in mutual trust and rhythm. Teach boys to grow up to be Uncles and Grandfathers to all the children in their neighborhoods and look how the world would change. The Village needs good men to guide, teach and protect all the young not just their one kid. That is Yang’s job.
To assign boys and men as heads of household is sheer folly because the household is Yin’s domain. She is the head of house. She keeps the traditions. She makes the nourishment for the family, just as surely as Earth makes the soil and grows the plants and animals that sustain humuns.
Children are not trophies. They become our personal emblems of success or failure. In Modernia, man's success is measured by the success of his children and the support of his wife. It should be the other way around. Womyn and children do all the work. Womyn make people, children grow up. That takes effort - much more than 10 seconds.
The man's job is to cheer her on, not to take credit for her efforts and talents. The man's job is to spread joy and hope, not to be stern disciplinarian. The man's job is to enlighten us with insight and inspiration, not to weigh us down with obligations and restrictions.
Womyn should appreciate a man's heart.
Men have tender hearts. Good men have learned to protect their hearts and never give up on love. The Nuclear Family story leads men to believe that they own the children, and that is wrong, because it fuels narcissism, jealousy and prideful competition. This is difficult, since they want to please us. Men are like dogs, anxious to please. Wimmin are like cats, take me or leave me.
The Modernian Nuclear Family is a hotbed of neurosis. God forbid, the neighbors should weigh in, help out or otherwise counsel young parents living alone, reinventing child rearing according to their personal prejudices and habits. Oh my! But that is another story!
When men make it their business to support the efforts of the makers and growers, society thrives. When they take credit for the efforts of wimmin, they become parasitic, needy and a bit psychotic. The world is in trouble now because men have claimed ownership of the feminine earth. It is inappropriate for Yang assertiveness to claim ownership of creative Yin.
Have wimmin been so cruel to men that we have told them that their hardness matters more to us than their joy? Their hardness matters more to them than to us. It is sad that men are so identified with jizzing that old men can't find pleasure in being old and soft. When their penetration days are done, do they lose their purpose and meaning? They seem to believe so. At my age I would love to have a male companion who wasn’t trying to pump me.
Wimmin should take note. We have raised the creepy dudes, the predators and the good ones. Society is our baby and we seem to have abandoned it.
We all belong to the Mystery. Men's miniscule contribution to baby making is enhanced by their societal actions. Men must rise up from their penis-needs into their heart-love centers, and that is their biggest challenge. That’s what religion and gurus teach. Get out of your crotch and up to your heart.
If we were awake, we would choose sex less often, and tenderness more often. In the movies we see that true love always includes sex, mostly with attractive young people. The music swells as the two lovers embrace. It's so romantic. We are led to believe this moment is forever, but it's the most ephemeral of all experiences. In that respect, it is a Yang experience; meaning, it does not last. If this scene were presented from the Yin perspective, it would look quite different.
Men do not have a right to your pussy.
They only have a right to their right hand. If their right hands could get pregnant, we could talk.
If a person does not have a uterus, he should not speak of a uterus. Far be it from me to tell a guy how to pee standing up, but as for a uterus, there is nothing comparable in the Masculine body, so he should have no opinion or preference. Also, he does not bleed monthly, so he should have no opinion about wimmin’s cycles. Also, he does not have lactating breasts, so he should have nothing to say of feeding a baby. Since a man's job in procreation is over as soon as he ejaculates, that should be as far as he gets to step into the process that a womun goes through.
A Good man is not selfish. A Good man will create a legacy of loved children from all mothers. A Good man does not sue his womun in court. A good man loves from his heart, not his jizzy penis. Once the cum leaves his body, he relinquishes all rights to it. A gift that is given with strings attached, is no gift at all.
Creation is not the business of ego. Ego is for survival. Ego prevents us from walking into traffic, but it is a poor substitute for endurance. Ego alone is a destroyer of the vessel that holds it.
To wimmin: Trust ourselves. Love our mothers. And take it to heart that we have raised the psychopaths, murderers and neurotics that rule Modernia. Think on that, ladies.
Believe that we are competent to make our own life choices. When we choose each other, we choose the power of Yin, to share, to cooperate, to be in our right place, together.
Know that we don't need men for more than a minute, we just sorta like them, and hey, they can be hilarious, and a warm embrace is exquisite good.
Yin accepts territorial invasion. Yin suffers the indignities of materialism, bodily damage; a monthly bloodletting for our adult lives. Wimmin’s boundaries are more porous than men's. That is not to say that men are not feeling or considerate, but men's physiology does not require the submission of their bodies to create life. A quick nap will suffice.
Men are From Jupiter, Wimmin are from Saturn
Yang brings the heat. Yang does not understand Yin. Yang does not understand things. Understanding is not his job.
The job of Yang is to penetrate and give his life-spark, and to die in the moment of ecstasy. When not involved in sex, the life-spark is called joy, humor, mercy. The word Jovial, meaning jolly, comes from Jove, the Greek Father God-King. He’s lots of fun. Not judgmental. -Jupiter
His wife, Hera, is the brakes, the damper, the keeper of the castle. -Saturn
Yin does understand Yang. Yang lives inside Yin. Yin endures in darkness until Yang shows up. Yang is unknown until he resides in Yin. She knows Him. She creates edges to describe Him. She makes Him seen.
All this time we were trying to be nice to you, because you are our sons and lovers. We love you and want to have purpose and meaning so we let you in. But we forgot our JOB, because it is our nature to allow, and also, to define, to restrict, to have, to hold.
It's time to call the boys in for a healthy meal of humility, not shame, but honest reckoning.
"Stop flying so close to the sun! Come inside and wash your hands, boys. Bring your light inside. It's cold in here and it’s time for dinner. " Then we can have a talk.