by Heineken » Tue 06 May 2008, 22:46:47
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('threadbear', '')$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Heineken', 'T')he women's lib movement had a HUGE impact here in the US. I was coming of age at exactly the wrong time (during the 1970s). Hordes of available young women decided they wanted to emulate Gloria Steinem. Men got a particularly cold shoulder starting in that decade, and it never really went away.
To make matters worse, in my case, I was the son of a WWII vet with severe PTSD (although in those years, it wasn't called that and Dad had not even been diagnosed). I had no proper socialization at all. No parties, no normal exposure to the opposite sex. Dad was remote, mysterious, and scary.
Man was I a mess. Still am in many ways. The good news is it can't last much longer, thanks to my good buddy the Grim Reaper.
Heineken, We are almost the exact same age, separated by just a few months, I think. From the perspective of 70's cultural change, it was really hard on young girls too. Plus, as I've mentioned frequently, I was half nuts, had the remote Nord-dad, and moved around a lot, as father was in the airforce.
In many ways, the sexes have ended up interacting in a healthier way, but in others, one set of pathologies has been traded for another. Has it helped women, over all, if they flooded the market with labour, drove wages down, and ended up working a double shift? There is a liberating feeling, knowing you can pick up and leave, if your mate is difficult to live with. But sometimes that same sense of freedom goes hand in glove with contempt for a mate that can't "make it all happen" by himself. There are tremendous conflicts of emotions that have arisen out of the shifting the balance of power, in society.
I was expecting some kind of courtship, some kind of romantic dance, some meeting of souls, when I was young. What I got was a series of men who didn't even know how to kiss, or dance. As far as "making love" they may as well have had flippers, they used their hands so ineptly. What a disappointment! It was like expecting poetry and tactile delight and having to settle for a barking seal patting you over with his flippers.
The mostly unhappy state of affairs between the sexes is yet another symptom of our profoundly sick society, Threadbear. I am surely specimen A.
I had some good sex with muscular, lithe black men who definitely knew how to use their hands and other appendages. Also a few women here and there (procured for me).
I had my moments in my life, including fantastic trips to the notorious and now-defunct Saint, the world's ultimate gay bar, in NYC. I once took something there that made me feel like I was having a whole-body orgasm that lasted the entire night and into the dawn. I have never felt that wonderful before or since. Don't know exactly what it was---a mix of things---but it was surely the best.
There were rich young boys there who had taken private jets from London, Capetown, etc., just for the night.
I was always careful with pleasure, though, knowing how easily it can kill. I always held back from what they called "Payland."
Which is why I'm still alive and healthy today . . . although as doomed as all the dead once were.
What I wish for now is a "farm wife" and a family. Ha, ha, ha.