Debate the woes of owning a penis with Shamash

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To summarize, I’d say men have to endure(I don’t think suffer is the right word) what you might call existential angst.

As a man, you think about you’re place in society, in history, in the cosmos. Women don’t consider such things. Men concern themselves with what they have done, their inherent worthiness or lack thereof-because manhood is not something that is given, but must maintained.

When you’re a man, you read the book of Ecclesiastes and it speaks to you, when you are a man, you feel the weight of history, from the most ancient of days to you’re own father.

To be a man is to be like Atlas-you must hold up the sky, both you’re own burdens and the turmoils of the world.

Modern society is confused as to what manhood is-and I think I have the answer, it isn’t a walk in the park and it is not having a penis-it is a spiritual task, a burden that you a man are appointed and must meet.

It is a terrible burden, a lonely one, it is bitter often thankless, and more oft than not-utterly futile, like Sisyphus pushing the rock up the mountain. It never ends and it never stops. And like Prometheus, you have to endure the pain of the burden of the cross you bare-every day, for you’re life.

This angst, this despair, this gnawing agony-is what being a man is. It can be physical, emotional, spiritual, psychological, and social. But all men bare this angst.
I want you to retype this but replace every instance of man with Ethan Ralph. Do that without laughing and I'll give you a blowjob or something idk.
 
I want you to retype this but replace every instance of man with Ethan Ralph. Do that without laughing and I'll give you a blowjob or something idk.

Challenge accepted.

To summarize, I’d say Ethan Ralph has to endure (I don’t think suffer is the right word) what you might call existential angst.

As Ethan Ralph, you think about your place in society, in history, in the cosmos. Women don’t consider such things. Ethan Ralph concerns himself with what he has done, his inherent worthiness or lack thereof-because Gunthood is not something that is given, but must maintained.

When you’re Ethan Ralph, you read the book of Ecclesiastes and it speaks to you, when you are Ethan Ralph, you feel the weight of history, from the most ancient of days to your own father.

To be Ethan Ralph is to be like Atlas-you must hold up the sky, both your own burdens and the turmoil of the world.

Modern society is confused as to what Gunthood is-and I think I have the answer, it isn’t a walk in the park and it is not having a penis-it is a spiritual task, a burden that you, Ethan Ralph, are appointed and must meet.

It is a terrible burden, a lonely one, it is bitter often thankless, and more oft than not-utterly futile, like Sisyphus pushing the rock up the mountain. It never ends and it never stops.

And like Prometheus, you have to endure the pain of the burden of the cross you bear. Every day, for your life.

This angst, this despair, this gnawing agony-is what being Ethan Ralph is. It can be physical, emotional, spiritual, psychological, and social. But Ethan Ralph bares this angst.
 
Challenge accepted.

To summarize, I’d say Ethan Ralph has to endure (I don’t think suffer is the right word) what you might call existential angst.

As Ethan Ralph, you think about your place in society, in history, in the cosmos. Women don’t consider such things. Ethan Ralph concerns himself with what he has done, his inherent worthiness or lack thereof-because Gunthood is not something that is given, but must maintained.

When you’re Ethan Ralph, you read the book of Ecclesiastes and it speaks to you, when you are Ethan Ralph, you feel the weight of history, from the most ancient of days to your own father.

To be Ethan Ralph is to be like Atlas-you must hold up the sky, both you’re own burdens and the turmoil of the world.

Modern society is confused as to what Gunthood is-and I think I have the answer, it isn’t a walk in the park and it is not having a penis-it is a spiritual task, a burden that you, Ethan Ralph, are appointed and must meet.

It is a terrible burden, a lonely one, it is bitter often thankless, and more oft than not-utterly futile, like Sisyphus pushing the rock up the mountain. It never ends and it never stops.

And like Prometheus, you have to endure the pain of the burden of the cross you bear. Every day, for your life.

This angst, this despair, this gnawing agony-is what being Ethan Ralph is. It can be physical, emotional, spiritual, psychological, and social. But Ethan Ralph bares this angst.
It absolutely tickles me that you also thought to go with Gunthood.
 
Agreed. I may have called his writing "pretentious word salad" in my shitpost earlier, but that's because it was a shitpost. In all seriousness, he's got potential as a writer.

I genuinely think @Shamash could write a novel manuscript and submit it to Baen Books or an independent publisher, or at the very least self-publish it on Amazon.
That’s honestly a very nice complement. Thank you.
 
It's useless to apply any generalization about being a man to FTMs because they don't live life as men and are not treated as men in any meaningful way. They're mutilated women who society calls he/him because it's politically proper. Their social circles are a mix of fellow genderblobs, people who think the idea of "male" should be abolished, and people to whom manhood means nothing but flannels and beard oil.

If the male ennui you describe exists, FTMs are spared from it because they are coddled with fawning praise as untouchable causes celebre just for existing.
 
Women don’t look at the stars and think about God, destiny, the meaning of life or eternity. Men do. Really women don’t contemplate the spiritual or metaphysical at all.
You've clearly never met a woman who has a fascination with stars in the scientific sense and spergs about the vastness of the known universe and how absolutely tiny everything is on their own, yet forms a beautiful tapestry of somehow-improbable-yet-splendid physics at its finest when put together. The moment Voyager II passed the heliosphere into interstellar space was the moment mankind entered into the unknown, even if we will never fully understand it in the long-run. It's left in God's hands to decide if mankind can even be acknowledged by any alien life out there because once both Voyagers and other future probes shut down for good, we'll never know if they get destroyed or found. Would it all be for naught, or have we already succeeded simply because we did the unthinkable in sending a small piece of us out into the stars? I would assume if it was either-or, we would've stopped shooting instruments up into space a long time ago.

I wouldn't say this harrowing thought keeps me up at night, but it's the best I can comprehend about what's out there until I finally die and be allowed to study it without fear of dying horribly or getting perpetually lost. Space is fascinating, scary, and lonely as a mortal, but to a god, it's probably closer to Central Park in terms of scale or comprehensibility. Even God admits that there's worlds without number out there, so how could we even be able to begin to fathom them as we are now?

Just because most women don't bother to think about stars outside of "muh personal destiny today" or whatever doesn't mean the rest of us don't occasionally look up and marvel or just lose ourselves into the starry night. Hell, most men nowadays don't even do that if only because there's no time for them to study the stars, or they think there's no sense in it because "Well everything's been conquered and explored already, why bother studying them for navigation or whatever?" or they're too self-absorbed to even think about what's out there. I dunno, sometimes I wonder how it is someone could deny God exists while looking at pictures of all the galaxies and nebulas and stars that we come across, because it seems to me that, given space is a vacuum, all of that was set into motion by some kind of outside force, but it's the "how and why" we can't seem to figure out.

Next you're going to tell me that women think dinosaurs are too childish and fake and gay or something, like it's mentally and intellectually impossible for women to think about prehistory and science and shit simply because we can't turn it into a phallus to shove up our vaginas. Mary Anning didn't discover the full ichthyosaur fossil out of love for the field of paleontology, clearly she found it because she was hitting puberty and wanted to shove bones up her snatch.

Man, all this intellectual stimulation sure is making me peckish for something phallic and filling. Excuse me while I go stuff my face with a meatball sandwich, it's the womanly thing to do and I must honor my divine nature.
 
@Shamash I hope you read my post and not ignore it. I came to give an olive branch & was enjoying talking to you earlier but if you can't comprehend the idea that women have deep thunk too I can't help you.

Remember, Ethan Ralph too holds the burden of spiritual existential dread thinking about how his actions affect his eternal gunthood.
 
@Shamash I hope you read my post and not ignore it. I came to give an olive branch & was enjoying talking to you earlier but if you can't comprehend the idea that women have deep thunk too I can't help you.

Remember, Ethan Ralph too holds the burden of spiritual existential dread thinking about how his actions affect his eternal gunthood.
On a note of further reflection, I might change this argument a little. Women do concern themselves with the “deeper things” but not the way men do. It is no mistake that women are not allowed on Mt. Athos.

Maybe it might be more nuanced of me to say that men are more deeply affected…on average by existential problems. Not that they are the only sex that ever considers them.
 
On a note of further reflection, I might change this argument a little. Women do concern themselves with the “deeper things” but not the way men do. It is no mistake that women are not allowed on Mt. Athos.

Maybe it might be more nuanced of me to say that men are more deeply affected…on average by existential problems. Not that they are the only sex that ever considers them.
Women aren’t allowed there because men decided so, not because they have no interest. Women and aboriginal people weren’t allowed to vote either once. Whatever your opinion is on women’s rights? It is irrational to say “women aren’t allowed to do this, therefore it’s proof they aren’t interested.” That’s a logical fallacy.
 
One of the more rewarding aspects of being a man is you don’t feel bound to social conformity. You can speak you’re mind even if everyone hates you, or you lose friends or respect in the process. Women are basically a gestalt in progress-they have no Self, just a bunch of loose egos that merge together whenever women are together.

It also brings forth great pain. When you express an opinion unpopular, or an unwanted truth, or you don’t “read the room” and regurgitate whatever bullshit everyone else is repeating for clout-you make enemies and end up alone.

It’s frustrating, because to be truly a living Man, you must have a mind of your own. But you also have to sacrifice the emotional and psychological stability, comfort and peace that comes with social approval and acceptance. Women are sheep, and the best Men are rams. But even rams need to come back to the herd sometimes. When they can’t, they suffer.

But it’s a price you bear, as the Bible says-a prophet is rejected in his home town. So you speak the truth anyway, even if you are hated for it, even if you are cast into the wilderness.

Men suffer terribly because they have courage and a willingness to suffer the herd’s retaliation. But to not speak truth is to become a spiritual woman.

This is another redounding fact-that to be a Man is to exist in a state of agonized suffering.
 
One of the more rewarding aspects of being a man is you don’t feel bound to social conformity.
Men. Not bound to conformity. Oh you are a PEACH.

Ishtar, I swear, you should bottle your own farts and sell them on the streets. They're obviously giving you a high that no illicit drug could match and the street value would be through the roof.
 
One of the more rewarding aspects of being a man is you don’t feel bound to social conformity. You can speak you’re mind even if everyone hates you, or you lose friends or respect in the process. Women are basically a gestalt in progress-they have no Self, just a bunch of loose egos that merge together whenever women are together.

It also brings forth great pain. When you express an opinion unpopular, or an unwanted truth, or you don’t “read the room” and regurgitate whatever bullshit everyone else is repeating for clout-you make enemies and end up alone.

It’s frustrating, because to be truly a living Man, you must have a mind of your own. But you also have to sacrifice the emotional and psychological stability, comfort and peace that comes with social approval and acceptance. Women are sheep, and the best Men are rams. But even rams need to come back to the herd sometimes. When they can’t, they suffer.

But it’s a price you bear, as the Bible says-a prophet is rejected in his home town. So you speak the truth anyway, even if you are hated for it, even if you are cast into the wilderness.

Men suffer terribly because they have courage and a willingness to suffer the herd’s retaliation. But to not speak truth is to become a spiritual woman.

This is another redounding fact-that to be a Man is to exist in a state of agonized suffering.
Having zero social skills and friends doesn't make you Jesus lol
 
A true sigma does not need to comes back to the herd.

You're an Omega 3.
“Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.” Aristotle.

Sigmas are human, as are every other breed of man. So they need society-if only for its resources to function or marks to exploit.

But it’s true-men do wish to be gods or wild beasts, to be free of social bonds and to dwell alone.

We can’t unfortunately. I would love to be free of all obligation, and all social demands. But I’m not a god, or an animal.
 
I have my suspicions so bear with me.
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Christmas is coming and HO-HO-HOLY SHIT OP IS GAY.

I don't even disagree with the premise that men, on average, have a harder and lonelier time of it than women, but it's not that bad and certainly not that dramatic. God save me from ever huffing my own farts this hard.
If I were gay, I’d have committed suicide out of shame.

“Not bad” depends on your perspective. Mine is just more pessimistic than yours.

I have my suspicions so bear with me.
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Oh thank God no. If I ever felt the inkling to Troon out, I would Unironically commit suicide.

There are loads of benefits towards being a man, obviously. I use this thread to reflect on the harder, less pleasant and less fulfilling aspects of Manhood.

I realize that may come across as faggy or self indulgent and I apologize. But I like my reflections anyway.
 
If I were gay, I’d have committed suicide out of shame.

“Not bad” depends on your perspective. Mine is just more pessimistic than yours.


Oh thank God no. If I ever felt the inkling to Troon out, I would Unironically commit suicide.

There are loads of benefits towards being a man, obviously. I use this thread to reflect on the harder, less pleasant and less fulfilling aspects of Manhood.

I realize that may come across as faggy or self indulgent and I apologize. But I like my reflections anyway.
Then commit seppuku right now because that’ll spare the forum users of you spreading some more gay ops.
 
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