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The war chief's log

What does it men to be a man

I don't know really

Is it merely the biology I see when I look down at myself

My thick hairy chest

The tip of my penis

My muscles pumped with iron and the olive in my skin

We become consumed by banter and bullying

The foundation of how we interact with one another

Much like wild apes we swing around distracted and intoxicated

Picking on the weaking and fighting as dumb as toddlers

Finding comradery in our suffering

Is our masculinity defined solely by our lust

Our bodies and sexual organs

We are filled with lust greed and hunger

We can't get enough of it

Our hands glued to our organs at all time

We chase the tail of women and succubi alike

We hunt them like rapid gangs of coyotes stalking prey

And if we cannot find any

We sit static

Rotting away watching from our screens

Jerking

The saliva dropping down our mouths

But what amount queer men

Do they even qualify under that umbrella of definition

What about feminine ones

The skinny

The soy's

They don't slot into either

Those they act more girlish

Are they still men

Maybe being a man is none of that really

Maybe its a more noble concept

Something to strive for

Just because you meet those physical requirements

Maybe your not a man

Maybe it's all about the pursuit for greatness

Chasing the highs

Achieving goals

And standing tall and proud at the world you've created

A world you forged with your hands

Those hands filled with bruises cuts and calluses

The townsfolk bowing at your grace

So lucky to be in your presence.

No that doesn't seem right either

Maybe

Maybe it is something to strive for

But rather a positive bundle of traits,

Maybe it is a goal

A man is prideful but he is not arrogant

He leads and follows

He's selfless holding the need of the tribe above his own

He protects the weak

But he is not afraid to bleed

Maybe a good man has to be a little bit feminine

For to be feminine teaches us how to feel

and in tune harness and heal those negative feelings into something positive

I'm not saying men should cry aimlessly

But rather to cry with reason

Cry

Heal

But do not weep in your sadness

Breathe and move on

I guess by those metrics

I'm not really a man

But

I can try

To peruse that

To become masculine

And

Take care of myself

For so long I've indulged in degeneracy

Maybe

It's time to grow up

And start taking care of people

Achieving something bigger then myself

Its time to grow up and become a man

And stop indulging

In these shenanigans under the moon

These shenanigans under the moon