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Boys, men–that sex
My friend Becky calls them boys. I call them men, and sometimes, in fun, that sex. The male species. A phrase I used to use and which, I admit, is more than a little sarcastic. I don’t use it anymore. As Becky said and I agree, we love those guys!
Becky is almost 25 years younger than I am, but I don’t think that’s the reason she calls that sex boys. I think that Becky simply enjoys the term “boys,” as I enjoy the term “girls” for women friends of mine, no matter what their age.
At any rate, Becky and I were just talking on the phone about men. We were feeling at once delighted and flummoxed, unable to decipher behaviors and uninterested in speculating. Patience, patience, we encouraged each other.
Speculation about anyone’s behavior usually produces doubts, “reasons,” peculiar logic, and pain. Patience differs greatly from waiting. Patience is quiet, loving confidence, and waiting is becalmed fortitude, and no matter how mysterious that sex is, patience has rewards unto itself, such as the growth of one’s own power to feel and think freely
Becky had paraphrased the following line from my performance, Sexual Advances: “I’m thinking of you as mysterious as Woman is said to be.” You, of course, being a man, who’s a member of Man: Woman and Man, those absurdly and awe-inspiringly mythic figures.
People may love mystery. They may feel it as imprisoning. Where’s the key?!
O, goddesses of love, so in the here and now and ever up to-the-minute, O deities who remove all obstacles, unlock his heart and mine.
- January 8, 2010
- Filed under: Men and women
- Comments 1
I think we spend a lifetime trying to figure out ourselves. Finding love is the ultimate treasure in discovering who we are. And it seems we find love several times in our lives–family, friends, lovers. Love is then complicated too by indecision, ambiguity, displacement, and other obstacles as you mention. But we keep coming back for more because when it is awe-inspiring, it makes the absurd times entirely meaningful!