I know I'm rather late on responding to this column, but I feel that I have a perspective that needs being addressed, especially because it is one that the vast majority of men truly do not want to admit to themselves, let alone to the entire world. Recently, my girlfriend, as a human development major, revealed to me studies showing that men's sexual peak occur around their 18th year, and that from then they decline in their sexual desires, while women slowly progress and grow more and more desirous of sexual fulfillment. To be honest, having only passed that mark three years ago, I can say that it's true: I don't feel the need to fill such sexual obligations as I did when I was 18. Instead, since then, I've more and more felt a need to fill other figurative holes in my male psyche, such as the need to, well, simply feel needed. Before my 18th birthday, I had absolutely no desire to be a father; I wanted to roam the world and simply stick mine in as many as I could, so that I could fill some bottomless hole in my chest. Then, almost like a light being flicked on, I realized that more than anything, I wanted to hold a tiny screaming pink bastard in my arms and say that I had helped create her or him, that I was the proud father of that little wonder. And I want to teach that child all the right things and hope more than anything that he doesn't make the mistakes I made, ask a god I don't believe in to help guide him in his darkest hours when I'm not there to help him make the right decisions where I made the wrong ones. At this point in my life, I've realized that I truly don't care about my own future, so long as I can do something to better the life of a new individual in this god-forsaken world.
And I know it sounds crazy to some, but I truly do wish that I could feel the joy of the creation of life, because I'm just so sick of being a male and feeling the obsessive need to be a part of the destruction of life.
I believe that women have been bestowed with the greatest gift any human could receive, because despite all the supposed "perks" of being a man in today's society, the honest-to-god truth of it is that the entirety of human civilization revolves completely around the cradle of life ensconced between a woman's hips.
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