Why Men Love Each Other

To suggest that women have many secrets won’t come as a surprise to anyone. Despite their incessant need to communicate, there are several things that I believe all women share instinctively; traits and bits of introspective knowledge; that do not serve a woman’s best interests to communicate to other creatures, namely men. Most women flinch at the idea of men watching Sex in the City for this very reason. The fact that size does matter, that loyalty is only possible for power, and that she has absolutely no intention of maintaining that diet once you’re married are a few such bits of information that women prefer to keep under wraps, among others.

To suggest that men have many secrets, on the other hand, would be laughable to most. This is true for married women in particular, but one would be hard pressed to find any woman who wouldn’t argue the idea that men are basic and simple creatures, and as capable of mystery as a crayon picture of a fire truck. Even men are on board with the idea, but while it all seems to make complete sense, there is a very good reason why it is not exactly the case. The language and system of values used to express a man’s motives were created by the original communicators– women. This system of communication was handed to men, despite being flawed as accurate logic from the very core of the philosophy. It is here that men hold their secrets, yet remain unable to understand them, or express them, thanks to the fact that they too have little to gain from explaining them to the fairer sex…not to mention the fact that they don’t even have a language with which to identify and communicate them in the first place. Until now, of course…

Contrary to popular belief by both genders, men do not pursue women because they want to cum inside them as fast as possible. They enjoy the process of the hunt much more, a process which is dependent on striving to achieve the fore mentioned goal as efficiently and effectively as possible…but make no mistake, it is the process that is enjoyed, not the goal which drives it. Women feel the need to simplify men in order to belittle them, assigning weakness to their natures in order to maintain a vague sense of righteous empowerment. By assuming that men are no greater than dogs trying to fornicate with a foot stool, they are relieved of their failure to be the man’s entire world, as he is theirs (at least for the time being). The problem with this is not the needs of the woman, but rather the unknown false-perception that she has failed as an object of desire.

Men, as process present-only-thinkers and sportsmen, are less concerned with the future, and therefore less concerned with sorting out one particular mate with which to base it on. The competition between men, over women, is actually enjoyable because it fails to have the sense of significance and permanence that the women’s competition for men has. It is a game that we enjoy playing, and extract a similar kind of pleasure from any sport. A worthy adversary of any gender is all a man needs for general fulfillment, but true to the ages there is no game whose rewards exceed that of sexual sparring. While jealousy has no monopoly in either gender, it’s easier for men to suck it up and try a different game if need be…or, like the card game of War, when two equal value cards come face to face, create a mini-game with which to decide position in the greater game– ie, beat the living shit out of one another and permit the victor to keep the woman. These physical games are impermissible to women, and no amount of passive aggressive sarcastic sparring can ever come close to the intimacy of smashing your fist into a man’s face, and absorbing his fist into your stomach in return. It is this freedom and honesty and love of sporting process that lies at the root of male kinship.