/lit/ - Literature

Those men of which are interested in the arts, although not gay or “wanting to be a woman” in a literal sense, may have the intuitive thought that they are feminine, and those men may become aware of this via the alarming discovery of their emotions and the immediately following thought that it is an emotional prison being neglected. Which a lot of men today otherwise seem to not have or simply not have the time to delve into that Pandoras Box at all.
Dangerous in fact because to be an ideal man is without "need", precisely women's affection. Which becomes a downward spiral of desperation that cannot be easily reached out of.
Women have built a society wherein they are a byword for "abundance" and for men "scarcity".
Do not be confused however, although poetry, the arts and "fun" is appreciated by women, it is merely the act of ingesting that they enjoy, and not the dialogue. In fact the most you will ever see of any woman's receptiveness is, "You may kiss me", in other words, "You may continue to feed me your love". They are simply incapable of giving. Giving perhaps, at occasion, students the literature of a few men who seem aware of this relationship, yet scarcely more.
A man who recognises his feminine urge to be "reciprocated" (you should realise how insane this sounds, and yet it is true)
is immediately met with the mirage in the desert head on.
You picture yourself with your to-be-wife,
she pictures herself enjoying herself being enjoyed, you are simply not even there.
If this is properly recognised, the impetus to work and many other such things would come crashing down, and so in a way, men are kept in the allegory of the cave, being told they are being received, far away from the truth, their gifts are merely taken, just as a gold necklace is given as a purchase and not a gift.
And so the feminine mind suddenly veers to the other, radical side of thought. That women are like global bankers, or dragons, hoarding up all of the pleasure-able virtues, for fear that a future coin will be stripped from their enjoyment, and the men are convinced that "emotions weren't worth much anyway" and told to watch Football, perhaps via other men who have unconsciously given up trying.
And so in many ways, a man’s work unconsciously becomes his Frankenstein’s mistress, which is constructed as a more-able woman of sorts, perversely made by him to receive the loss of appraisal he suspects, and yet still unable to replicate what the woman is able to afford but is not willing to do. And so then becomes the future of such men. Dressing up nice, going to bars, sitting, ordering a drink, saying hellos, saying goodbyes, perhaps this emotionally unveiled man meets a nice woman and the draining thoughts subside, until upon going home the man realises the absence of real laughter on his part, that he has become an entertainer for everyone but himself and that without his trained double act to distract him, he is left alone to resolve this emptiness himself.

>>19821618

Those men of which are interested in the arts, although not gay or “wanting to be a woman” in a literal sense, may have the intuitive thought that they are feminine, and those men may become aware of this via the alarming discovery of their emotions and the immediately following thought that it is an emotional prison being neglected. Which a lot of men today otherwise seem to not have or simply not have the time to delve into that Pandoras Box at all.
Dangerous in fact because to be an ideal man is without "need", precisely women's affection. Which becomes a downward spiral of desperation that cannot be easily reached out of.
Women have built a society wherein they are a byword for "abundance" and for men "scarcity".
Do not be confused however, although poetry, the arts and "fun" is appreciated by women, it is merely the act of ingesting that they enjoy, and not the dialogue. In fact the most you will ever see of any woman's receptiveness is, "You may kiss me", in other words, "You may continue to feed me your love". They are simply incapable of giving. Giving perhaps, at occasion, students the literature of a few men who seem aware of this relationship, yet scarcely more.
A man who recognises his feminine urge to be "reciprocated" (you should realise how insane this sounds, and yet it is true)
is immediately met with the mirage in the desert head on.
You picture yourself with your to-be-wife,
she pictures herself enjoying herself being enjoyed, you are simply not even there.
If this is properly recognised, the impetus to work and many other such things would come crashing down, and so in a way, men are kept in the allegory of the cave, being told they are being recepted, far away from the truth, their gifts are merely taken, just as a gold necklace is given as a purchase and not a gift.
And so the feminine mind suddenly veers to the other, radical side of thought. That women are like global bankers, or dragons, hoarding up all of the pleasure-able virtues, for fear that a future coin will be stripped from their enjoyment, and the men are convinced that "emotions weren't worth much anyway" and told to watch Football, perhaps via other men who have unconsciously given up trying.
And so in many ways, a man’s work unconsciously becomes his Frankenstein’s mistress, which is constructed as a more-able woman of sorts, perversely made by him to receive the loss of appraisal he suspects, and yet still unable to replicate what the woman is able to afford but is not willing to do. Dressing up nice, going to bars, sitting, ordering a drink, saying hellos, saying goodbyes, until the end.

>>19824667
>my biggest muh fuzzy feeling is being praised and affirmed...

I always thought I was feminine. Not in the "I want to be a woman" sense, but in the sense that I can only describe that I am aware of my emotional prison being neglected. Which a lot of men seem to not have or simply not have the time to delve into that Pandoras Box at all.
Dangerous in fact because to be an ideal man is without "need", precisely women's affection. Which becomes a downward spiral of desperation that cannot be easily reached out of.
Women have built a society wherein they are a byword for "abundance" and for men "scarcity".
Do not be confused however, although poetry, the arts and "fun" is appreciated by women, it is merely the act of ingesting that they enjoy, and not the dialogue. In fact the most you will ever see of any woman's receptiveness is, "You may kiss me", in other words, "You may continue to feed me your love". They are simply incapable of giving.
A man who recognises his feminine urge to be "reciprocated" (you should realise how insane this sounds, and yet it is true)
is immediately met with the mirage in the desert head on.
You picture yourself with your to-be-wife,
she pictures herself enjoying herself being enjoyed, you are simply not even there.
If this is properly recognised, the impetus to work and many other such things would come crashing down, and so in a way, men are kept in the allegory of the cave, being told they are being recepted, far away from the truth, their gifts are merely taken, just as a gold necklace is given as a purchase and not a gift.
And so the feminine mind suddenly veers to the other, radical side of thought. That women are like global bankers, or dragons, hoarding up all of the pleasureable virtues, for fear that a future coin will be stripped from their enjoyment, and the men are convinced that "emotions weren't worth much anyway" and told to watch Football, perhaps via other men who have unconsciously given up trying.