Bobo wrote:Let's say that [1] There's no woman
From this it follows that [2] Everybody is gay.
"Woman" is a reality that I can't prove to you. Woman is like a rock that a person hits his foot against accidentally. Just when you think you really understand what woman is, you realize it's more painful than you thought. You keep striking up against more rocks, and each rock is further proof of woman.
Woman is essentially the need to project oneself outwardly to a person or to an audience...
to be watched. Woman is not so much concerned with penetrating, as she is having eyes penetrate through her. She wants to be seen as an image. The cunning of woman is best demonstrated by her need not only to conceal her defects, but to discover the defects of others. Everything she does serves this need to be an image to somebody, to a community, to an audience. In this sense, the essence of wanting a good reputation, and wanting to control the environment is primarily a female need. Politics is the art of controlling the environment.
Masculinity or maleness is really the capacity to lose control for the sake of discovery, creativity, productivity, or inspiration. Most men are inspired by the image of woman, so most men are essentially a slave to female values, constantly worrying about how they are perceived by others. The result is generally jealousy, or the opposite - contempt. I had one fellow tell me not to associate with a man because it would be seen as "social leprosy". Contempt for inferiors is something most people are familiar with as teenagers, and as teenagers we're terribly insecure about who we're friends with, or who might know about our weaknesses. If a harmful weakness is revealed, we sometimes find ourselves deserted. This feeling of abandoment and falling into social disgrace may only intensify our jealousy. So we can see that it's a horrible thing to be born, for most of us.
Everybody is gay?
It's difficult to say. I've never had any craving for homosexual sex. I've never been aroused by men.
Granted, when we're teengers, we often find it is the girls our age who are most physical with us. For a lot of boys, myself included, initial lust is stirred by the girl next door sitting on our lap. Often she has no sexual intentions. However, it's true that a sexual fascination with girls goes far back before puberty. Despite not being capable of lust, I was certainly determined to know about the female body, whilst being rather indifferent to the body of men.
The naked male body, for young boys, is often an image of fear. As Weininger says, the phallus is universally regarded as an image of terror. I never wanted to go there.
The bountiful female body was always one of rolling hills, flowers, comfort, and even just electrically charged eroticism.