Dudespeak Here some additional responses to, "Why Men are Afraid of Women", by Phil, James, Frank, Natesh, Debbie, Roseanne, and Genie. Thank you everyone for your contributions to this section. Unused contributions may yet be posted! If you did not see yours, please repost it with the subject header "repost" to the same address you sent it initially. Watch soon for another Reader Contributed series -- details will appear first on the Cafe Blog in the subscriber area. Happy Taurus New Moon!
Phil Eric: James I could rave for hours on this, spiritual growth is of great interest to me. Have undergone somewhat of a transformation over the last decade. Went through the “I grew and she didn’t thing” and knew I had to leave the destruction. Amongst other things I attended a “Rebuilding” group therapy thing. (post relationship demise course). Here’s the point; there was very little or no difference between the women and men in the feelings we were going through. Our hurts and fears and needs were virtually the same. I cannot say if our coping strategies were the same because that’s what we were there to learn. I can say that in this group those strategies worked equally well. Or when men identify their feelings as efficiently as women then the differences are far less. I feel men are in a good position to be fearless in their spirituality because ultimately they have less to lose (women being more likely to have final responsibility for the children and the nest). I am heterosexual but have a diverse network of male and female friends, some very dear mates (see Australian meaning of mates) of both sexes-- and a beautiful Aries partner. James Frank I was raised at the height of feminism in a family of women that hated men. The only men were my grandfather and the husbands of female blood relatives (i.e., my dad included). You were automatically presumed bad if you were a man. It was combination of old resentment, current frustration and the excuse of 70s feminism turned into an axe to grind. Women were presumed superior and my brother and I were taught to treat them as if they were. My mother never had a kind word to say about my father except that he was honest about money. He is, but he has a lot of other human attributes that I was not allowed to acknowledge. It took me a long time to understand the damage to a boy when the mother shows no respect for his father. At the same time, my mother had this weird way of playing the victim -- there was always an ex-boyfriend harassing her, such as throwing rocks at our windows. Or there was always some guy making more money, or who was too cheap. Or acting like what she called a peasant and getting kicked out for acting in a way that was beneath her. She dumped one boyfriend for leaving a banana peel in an ash tray. For whatever reason, men were always bad. I did not think I was taking this on because I just did not relate to men. I basically split myself off from the discussion by assuming I was something other than a man. I was not a woman, but I was not one of those guys. I was something else. I did not want to be the object of her derision but really I had no reason to be. Meanwhile, I attended a high school that was more truly in tune with the 1970s. That was another world where young women were called women and not girls, and most of them were impressively intelligent and earned my respect easily. Many were in positions of student leadership and we worked together as equals. It never occurred to me that men would organize society in such a way as to be superior to women, there was no sense of competition, and we got along as peers. Even though the women in my high school were feminists, it was not the kind of feminism that made men bad. It was the kind that allowed women to play their role in life and share responsibility with men. When I left that environment, it was a real shock. I experienced many experiences of women being the weaker party, being passive, having no interest in leadership, and acting oppressed in a way that I was just not familiar with. Nobody could be the victim like my mother could, but at least she was taking charge of her life in some tangible way. It took me a long time to figure out what was going on. Women were neither the raging, angry pseudo feminists of my mother and her family, nor the authentic and on the level peers of my high school. It took me a long time to accept the fact that women can be very insecure, and that their reaction of mild panic when I say hello really has nothing to do with me. It took a long time to sort this out. Fortunately, very fortunately, I kept inheriting positions of responsibility and had many opportunities to work with women and coexist with them in roles where they could take leadership. This has always been the most comfortable position I could relate to women in: as peers, as people with whom authority and responsibility was shared, where there was a job to get done. We have almost always had fun and if I was turned on by them, I learned a long time ago not to hide it. I think that the most destabilizing thing about many of my intimate relationships was the lack of purpose and a focus that gets replaced with Relationship having some exaggerated role. I am someone who works and associates very well with women, and with men too, when there is a common goal or objective; a framework and a purpose. But a romantic relationship has never been enough of a purpose to give me a sense of stability with a woman. I think meeting our mutual sexual needs is actually better than no purpose at all. Meanwhile, it's taken me a long time to realize that I am not automatically inferior for being a man. A lot of therapy. A lot of listening to being apprecaited. It took me a long time to realize and admit that I am a man; to say the word. I was calling young women 'women' years before I would admit that I was a man and claim the title for myself. Part of why I love being a man is because I love women. I need them and I love to feel and experience them. I cannot describe how beautiful they appear to me, visually, and energetically, and I am astonished many times a day by their serene, introspective beauty which I cannot understand or describe. I love to hear about their experiences and feelings. I can hold them or hold space open when they descend into dark depths that I don't usually get to. I love to understand them and provide a sense of understanding. I love to get into their minds, and their pussies. There is nothing like sex with a woman, the emotion of it, the comfort and the adventure. Nothing. It's worth living for. I love to be the person who appreciates as many women as I can, and who is their friend for a long time and who can at different times be the many different men they need me to be. 40-something Natesh There is a commonly held notion that part of man's fear of woman is one of commitment. Debbie Hi e, It's a huge dilemma, alright, but what to do? Starting the conversation is a good beginning, because anger can be a powerful tool when used for healing purposes. And healing is mandatory for anything to really change for the better. It surely is time to make some changes, so thanks for starting the conversation, Eric. Roseanne Well, I think you've managed to list most of the stereotypes about men and women. And like most stereotypes, there is some truth to them -- that's how they became stereotypes--but as you note, they don't apply to everyone all the time. There are more differences between individuals of either group than there are between the two groups. My suggestion for anyone who is having chronic problems with the opposite sex is that you stop relating to people as members of a group and start seeing them as individuals. That means getting to know who someone really is instead of making assumptions about his or her likes, dislikes, and attitudes based on statistical averages, what society says about the way things are supposed to be, or your past experience with another individual from the same group who in reality has nothing to do with the person in front of you right now. It's a good rule of thumb, one that also works for relationships between individuals of different races, ethnicities, religions, political philosophies, socioeconomic status, or any other classification you can think of that divides the world into "us" and "them." I am female, 50, Aries, heterosexual, divorced, one adult daughter. Rosanne Genie Eric, Thank you so much for your blog on self-esteem, abandonment and curiosity. Are you reading my life and reporting on it? My relationship of a year just broke up. My issue was self esteem, his was abandonment. It was painful at many junctures for both of us. Even my curiosity in sex and sexual fantasies triggered abandonment for him it seems. My fears about my worth and my value to the world had my fragile confidence crumble under what felt like interrogations of my desires and wants in life until I didn’t feel safe expressing myself anymore. But my curiosity has always, always been my friend, my motivator to connect with people, my self, with the world large and small. I have worked on my self esteem in many ways, for a long time. In working with a coach/therapist/NLP practitioner I’m now transcending the question – it makes no difference to keep wondering about it. It hasn’t made much difference yet in the last 15 or so years. So my practice now is to check in with myself and see what my internal guidance now says in the moment about what I want, what’s the next right move or choice for me. The world and God and I wants me to come out of me and bring my dreams and visions in to action. I will sink occasionally no doubt, but it’s time to move. Thank you for your writings. I am often inspired to find out more, awed by your accuracy and push to find a new edge, moved by your vulnerable expressions of your life through your words, as I am now. I know you usually quote people anonymously, which, if you do quote me, please do so anonymously as well. Good travels to you. Genie PS Japanese women need as much help loosening up in life and enjoying themselves as Korean women - perhaps more. Keep on the lookout for them too. |
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