You are about to read an irreverent take on gender roles and politics,
tied to a serious take on what men can do together when we get rid of
tools of social division like race, religion and politics, and act as
humans, all with the same stuff in our pants. We need to start talking
nationwide, reaching out and lending each other a hand. We can make a
huge difference in society if we map out the best ways to pool resources
and care for others. ****If you are offended by the male anatomy, then
you need to beat it, and at the very least get some therapy. Men have
dicks, and we like our dicks, so deal with it. This is for the guys.
When someone says that "men are all dicks!", it's really not a bad
thing when you think about it. All men have dicks, the penis, whatever.
"DICK" is more to the point, I think. As a man, I think men are the
greatest, often degraded in pop culture, though we are equipped with an
infinite capacity for learning, teaching, building, sharing, loving,
growing and sexual pleasure until we die. Without dicks, that amazing,
inspiring slab of miracle meat, there would be no hotels, motels, no
ships, planes, houses, no stores, no food, no porn, no sex, no kids, no
men, no women, no joy, no pain, no life, nothing. And who can ignore the
immense relaxation and pleasure having a dick provides! We are
literally the entire seed, and the builders of human civilization. Our
evolved brains aside, all pleasure, love, all life itself starts with
your favorite toy, your dick.
When we have resources or time, or love to share with other people, but
we choose to remain indifferent, keeping our heads down, we often deepen
and prolong our own troubles. We increase and prolong the suffering of
others, and we ignore the fact that interacting, caring for humans feels
GOOD. Selfish people in my book do not have dicks, just pricks. By
looking away from others, not connecting, not having sustained, real,
deep friendships and community connections, we tell our future
generations that looking away is FINE, and that thoughtlessness and
cruelty have no consequences. Instead, we hand future generations deeper
and deeper human suffering. Those of us with dicks and some balls need
to talk amongst ourselves, scratch our heads, our balls, whatever it
takes, and get to work helping our brothers, and helping ourselves. .Too
many men are in a crisis, and we must put all of our heads together and
start solving social issues that no government or church can solve,
just because we are all human beings, and it is the right thing to do.
The rewards will be great.. Get together. Share stories, share your
abundance, your connections for jobs, clothing, shelter, books, social
activities. Tell a dirty joke to make someone laugh. The loyalty and
flood of love and gratitude you get in return will be staggering. Most
of us have some time to make friends, give a shit for our vets, visit
them, talk to them, be the buddies they had in the services. Be a good
dick, not a prick. And use your dick however you want to do good in the
world. This country needs you. If you can, don't just give money to a
drop box. Give to A PERSON who needs help. See the difference you want
to make in a life or lives. Lets talk about how to this to do the most
good. Leave me your thoughts. Those of us who dreamt up this blog wanna
hear from you. Haters and sexual comments will be deleted, blocked.
The toxic, perverted tendency to stifle expression, to make little boys
"tough" and not to feel or express emotion, not to share, in the name of
acting "manly" to "MAN UP" and to not look "gay" is relatively new sin
in social history. People are different, have always been, will always
be, and nothing will change that. Grow the fuck up. The shy, sensitive
boy will probably be a badass at something cool as a grown man, so
lighten the hell up! And this bullshit machismo is as destructive to
lives of humans as wars, plagues and other calamities. It breeds
suspicion, fear, anxiety, competition, hostility, violence, destructive
relationships and even death. Many men of many lifestyles and ages kill
themselves because they are in despair for a variety of terrible
reasons, all the while desperately trying to look strong, and no one
even winks anymore when they off themselves, It's almost expected....
It's worse, I think, when men cover up their pain, depression,
insecurities, struggles, hardship and need, and then their suicide is
shocking because no one saw it coming. He stuffed it deep down inside of
himself until it consumed him. I have lost men friends and family
members to suicide by different means. Guns seem to be the popular
choice.
We all know men do not have the social support networks they need for
real support, nurturing, shelter, training, hope and love.My dream is to
get some men of means to oragnize, plan and start a Kickstarter fund
drive to buy buildings in every major city to help house the men who are
employable, vets, disabled, and men up to 60, who are truly alone and
who have worked hard their whole lives, only to be cast off. We need
housing for disabled, with their needs in consideration, and we need
centers for vets, and these other men to just socialize, brainstorm and
organize as a social force. We need to get these marginalized, isolated
people outside of their social spheres so they will see that people they
dont even know do care about them, love them, appreciate them, need
them in this world. With so many wealthy people, so many suitable
buildings vacant after the economy fell, it's doable, if men with dicks
and real balls step up to the plate. I wonder what a Kickstarter would
do? To help provide permanent, safe, desirable housing for sober,
hardworking, healthy men in need to live in til they get on their feet.
It's not like a halfway house for convicts. These are the classic
American victims of the economic collapse and our failings as a society.
And for jobs, there is more incentive to hire women and minorities than a
disabled white vet, or a great, brilliant 55 year old white
professional because of his "age". If I had my way, we could start
businesses built totally run and operated by cast-offs like the 55 year
old, as well as functioning disabled, and people in wheelchairs. The
painful need, and the unexpressed love and nurturing between men who are
family, friends, is the deathbed regret of so many many men. As men
age, many of us find ourselves wiser and kinder, yet too often totally
alone and isolated, living in a state of deep depression, lost in a
world of people who do not see or interact with us. There is NO real
safety net, only shame and fear, defeat and despair. No sense of
community that comes through so many parts of society. So many amazing
men, great minds, hearts, souls, loving beings, beautiful people die
simply because they are not equipped or allowed socially to ask for help
at the darkest moments of life. So they destroy themselves, either
slowly with booze and drugs, or with gunshot wounds. That shit has to
STOP. Vets of current and recent conflict are dying DAILY due to
depression, loneliness, lack of housing, healthcare. All over the
country men are dying from suicide or being slowly killed by the stress
of losing families, homes, all hope for jobs when their careers were
suddenly obliterated and eliminated in the financial crisis. Men who
have had personal tragedies end up on the street, without family,
friends, or help to shelter, love and encourage them.
We all have things, from spare time, ears to listen, hearts to open,
mentoring to offer, clothing and books to give, sometimes food to
sustain a man, money, connections, love and hope. Together we need to
start working to turn the tide of catastrophic poverty and increasingly
ignored social ills sweeping this country. This is not a forum for
people with deep mental illness, substance abuse, or criminal
backgrounds. This is for hard working, articulate, men who long for a
sense of community, friendship, and bonding with other men who are
willing to tackle to the best of their abilities, some hard issues that
are keeping good human beings down, and pushing them to extinction. Many
of us are not rich, but are blessed with at least the minimal trappings
of comfort to help reach out a hand and elevate a fellow man who will
take your help only to better his life and make a lifelong friend in
you.
Men of significant life experience, resources, ages and beliefs are all
tied together by one thing. We are male animals, highly evolved and
capable of great compassion. And, we all have, and highly guard our
dicks. And many men grow up ashamed of heir dicks, as I did. This comes
from seeing hearing and learning from an exploitive press and violence
at home, that men are destroyers, soldiers that kill, abusive husbands
and fathers, or dull expressionless statues like John Wayne. Also, we
learn as kids from the sterile, robotic politicians and community
leaders that place an emphasis on gaining personal power over helping
humanity. This is what our children learn through watching our
government. Without positive loving, role models to put us at ease as
kids, our potential for happiness, self confidence and love dies away.
Even sexual confusion can result. Even men who have loving fathers and
support, pride in their sex and themselves tend to shed bonding, trust,
deep friendship and social concerns after college. The real world, the
corporate workplace makes us don our armor, hiding our humanity as well
as our dicks. We cant be too chummy, cant be too close to the people
that work under us, are less productive than us, or worse, our
competitors. When we get married, men learn to live through your carers,
then your wives and the demands of raising kids. Some make a few sports
or work buddies with whom you only reveal so much. And they talk only
of sports, or innocuous stuff.
When we stop acting naturally in love and support for each other,
competition erupts. This begins when we learn our socially divisive
habits of race, religion, politics, wealth, status, height, haircolor,
etc. Yes, we do all of these things, including how we dress, to divide
men, a way of splitting and controlling thought and behavior learned
long ago. **This blog is a place of humor, heart, genuine concern for
fellow human beings, and a way for men to connect meaningfully to enrich
their lives, and the lives of others.
The proof is in the pudding for men who have been to college, or gone to
a gym, and when you shed the armor of work, or being a studious college
kid, you head to the gym or the dorm, you suddenly relax, go into a
different, more natural, subdued mode. You strip off the activities
and/or clothes that define you in class or in work, and become just
another man among men, an equal among equal. And there is nothing wrong
with that. I always had issues about my skinny body, and was beaten
terribly and degrades as a boy. So, I was 30 before I stripped in a gym
locker room in front of others. I felt awful and inferior. But the thing
is, after I dropped my towel, threw it aside, made myself walk naked to
the shower, I was liberated. No one in there gave a shit. There were
big guys, little guys, men with gym bodies, men with average bodies,
hairy bodies, many races. I felt good there. We were all the same. And
we were all relaxed. The guys may have been millionaires, busboys,
businessmen and bankers. It didn't matter. What amazed me, and I first
thought of as exhibitionism was that the men didn't stride and pose
naked to show off, but they were very comfortable in their own skin,
some just shaving, showering, talking, joking, all completely naked. It
was a revelation. Everyone had dicks, so I knew I was in the right
locker room. Though the people were all different, those dicks were all
pretty much the same, some circumcized, some not, some long, some thin,
most kinda small and flaccid, and they were all relaxed. The way we
should all be at all times. Proud, comfortable together, relaxed, and
friendly. If this blog can get men to start relaxing, talking, smiling,
greeting, chatting and making friends in the word, then I will be happy.
We're all just animals, just people. And not one is a damned site
better than the next. No nudity required, but if you feel like it, go
for it. Be happy. Be healthy, be human, and share. No man is an island.
We all have the moments, walking down the sidewalk, when a guy comes
walking along, down the other side, about to pass you, and there is a
reflexive, uncomfortable glance away, a fear, a mistrust, apprehension
and anxiety that often stops men from just smiling, saying excuse me, or
saying hi to a neighbor, and alot of it is training to be homophobic,
which has lead to fear of people who are just like you, just as nice,
kind, and with the same hopes and fears as you do. You both have dicks,
so be the bigger man and smile, say hi or excuse me next time. Don't let
that shitty conditioning stop you from having a pleasant moment, or
maybe giving a smile to someone else. If they don't smile back, they are
insecure. It's OK. Change starts with taking steps, and being polite,
kind, considerate and non-judgemental is a good place to start. At a
time when society has so many ills, who can afford to be divided by
social fear of our own sex, politics or religion or race? We are all
just humans, Lets talk about that, experiences where you felt cool and
like you had real cooperation and fellowship doing things with guys that
is not sports related. Relax, think about what you or your friends can
do to make life easier for men in need, and lets talk. I want to know
your thoughts. I'd love to meet and have discussions with a few guys and
sample feedback, swap concrete ideas at some point.
In the meantime, have a great week, and thanks for reading a blog from an Old White Dick.
Bill
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