Not that I’d suggest you should, but, if you do happen to believe Freud, you’re of the mind that everybody has some sort of unresolved psychological traumas resulting from relationships with their parents. It’s just human nature. The Oedipus complexes, daddy drama issues, you name it, we all got it. I don’t even think he really believed a cigar is ever just a cigar.
I won’t say how much I buy into all that… my folks (and I have a few of them) were certainly no saints, I suppose, but, I imagine, like most who were dropped into the whole parenting experience sans instruction manual, they were worse than some, better than others. That's the most you can shoot for, really. I’ve never bothered to waste a lot of life energy complaining, pointing fingers, and laying blame on people who were good enough to do their best at giving me a fighting shot in this world.
On the other hand, if I were the son of this guy, I think I might be justified…
Now, I’m not one to cluck my tongue at strangers when it comes sexual ethics…
(well, no, wait, actually, I am, come to think of it, though, perhaps not the way one might expect, as I color a little outside the lines of mainstream muggles in that regard, myself, so, I try not to judge too much.)
...but, you gotta figure, or, I would think most would, anyway, whatever your relationship agreement happens to be with any partner(s), there ought to be some basic situational circumstances that call for a modicum of decorum. I mean, that’s only common sense and acceptable standard social graces, right? Surely, I’m not being outrageous to propose that maybe bringing your pregnant wife to the hospital in labor with your firstborn child is one of those times that warrant a reasonable nod to discretion. I’m thinking, no matter what kind of understanding you have with your significant other, maybe the delivery room is not the best place to hit on the midwife and cop a feel. (Details on the full storyline can be found here.)
But, what do I know… I’m never going to be a dad.
If we’ve had any success at contact juggling with the hand we’ve been dealt on this spiraling orb, we should expect to encounter moments of devastating beauty throughout a lifetime. Everyone has different favorites to point to… some are specific and private to their individual beholder, and others are more common. Some could describe the awesome power of nature in breathtaking splendor, others recall in painstaking detail every infinitesimal element of a baptismal, graduation, or wedding ceremony, or the look on a lover’s face in some frozen microcosm of existence that has become irrevocably encapsulated in their memory. Yadda yadda yadda… the list goes on. You get the picture.
Perhaps the most meaningful of these a man can experience in life would be the birth of his firstborn child. In this, our Prince Charming was doubly blessed… he was given the opportunity to witness not just the bringing forth of a newborn, but a son… his progeny, and the future posterity of his lineage. (Men dig this, I understand... what with the macho bits pointing to virility and all that! *Cue gorilla grunt chorus.*)
Nothing else matters. Everything in his life has come down to this. All that he’s experienced before was just a game he’d only been playing at until now… a trial run up to this point, to equip and prepare him for this, the greatest of all adventures. Now, he’s a father, and that makes him a real man, finally, perhaps for the first time. The most important job of his life, the one calling he should care about above all others — and wouldn’t ya know it — Sir Inconvenient Timing is apathetic to the event, to the commitment, and to the consequences.
It’s no surprise, really, I don’t guess… a fitting tribute to the state of affairs in the world we’re cultivating today… but that’s a whole other post entirely, so I won't digress.
But, yeah, despite my testosterone deficiency, I can certainly give due respects to the thrill of the conquest, though, at least I do try to remember to keep it in perspective… I know it’s important to recognize that there are some things that are just not worth missing for any piece of ass… no matter how hot the tail.
P.S. I don’t think of myself as the type to deliberately ruffle any feathers, but, I suppose I don’t go out of my way to keep them silky smooth, either. While it wasn’t my intention to cause any offense, being a logical thinker, and always receptive to a lively counter discussion, I do like to keep an eye on who’s been tripping over my LJ, because heated topics bring out abundant points of view, and agitated defenders of the opposite outlook make the most intense connections (and sometimes the hottest lovers!). So, don’t feel like you’ve got to steam from the ears all alone over there with your knickers in a twist… feel free to sound off and let me know, and I’ll try to help unbunch your undies.
*** MMMMMMMmmmwauh!! ***
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