Hormonal

Hormonal

When the androgens left my body, the first thing I understood was a deep sense of betrayal.  It was underneath everything and had always existed, yet beyond my perception. I also lost a significant amount of concern for what women thought of me.  Without realizing it, every day for most of my life, I was trying to impress the women around me. Subtling signaling that I was a viable candidate.

It strikes me as deeply ironic that men characterize women as “hormonal” and “hysterical” for spending a few days a month awash in reproductive hormones.  Now that I stand outside of it, in this dry place of no desire, it’s obvious that men are awash in testosterone every single day.  Does this explain the permutations of male sexuality? Our brains are saturated.  We are sopping fruit cakes of masculine imperative.