|I really quite like the idea of my Significant Other being the|
knight and I the damsel. But we're both the same gender we
are in real life.
|Check it out: man is manly, strong, not too bright|
and given to physical solutions.
Guile? Subtlety? Not in relationships,
only in battle!
Nowhere was this more apparent than in relationships. I hated, and still hate, the fact that simply because I am male it is expected that I must do all of the wooing. It is expected that I will try multiple options to woo or otherwise please and compliment women even if most of them fail. I am not to expect direction, encouragement or thanks and praise. If I get it wrong I must endure the fall-out and if the woman just isn't in the mood to do anything more than grunt at my efforts then I must take that. Conversely, if a woman does anything at all for a man it is societally expected that he better be damn' well grateful.
|Yeah, the reaction was like this but on my back or my head.|
I confess to rather liking the feeling: both the immediacy
of the pain and the satisfaction that I was doing
something she liked.
|We ended up biting a lot of lip, she did more than me.|
|Like this. Here the woman imitates the sort of pose|
that I used to strive for with Toby. She was the strong
and confident one and I was the slightly shy
and slighter built one.
|I viewed myself, still view myself, as a damsel in distress,|
I guess. I wait for someone else to take the lead. Is that
so against masculinity?