Polar Bear: Certain women probably make the best torturers. I’ve never seen men more tortured, unhappy, and hopeless than when dominated by a mean old soul-sucking succubus.
That’s because they’re being dominated by a woman, and there is nothing more humiliating to a man than being dominated by some weak woman. It’s totally pathetic; the most pathetic thing in the universe.
I know I don’t like women insulting my masculinity. The fact that a lot of people used to think I was gay is no matter. I’ve never been an effeminate man.
And the odd thing is that even a guy like that (like me) has and had a strong sense of masculinity, it’s just that most people are too stupid to see it.
I finally realized late in life that most nerds are quite masculine. They’re certainly not effeminate! They act like men, for Chrissake! What does a nerd act like, a man or a woman? Of course he acts like a man. A nerdy, dorky, foolish, idiotic man, but a man nevertheless.
And even men who are not very masculine have a masculine core. I figured this out because I used to have some friends who were not particularly masculine. They were still men inside, they were very goodlooking and also they had high sex drives, so they tended to do very well with women, at least at times.
I remember I brought one guy over to meet my roommate in college. Actually he stayed a weekend once or twice. He spent most of his time hitting a bong, which he did too often. My roommate was a regular guy, and he was disgusted at my friend. At first he asked if he was gay. I laughed and said no. I don’t associate with gay men anyway, and I’ve never had a close gay friend, so he shouldn’t have bothered asking. If you’re a good friend of mine, you’re straight. Well, at least you’re not gay. And if you’re bisexual, you probably won’t be my friend much longer. That doesn’t work at all and it’s weird as Hell to boot.
He looked disgusted again. Then he said, “He’s a wimp!” with complete and utter disgust. I’d never heard anyone call D that, but I had to admit, yeah, he was pretty wimpy. And that was funny because I’d never thought of it before. Yep, now come to think of it, he actually is a wimp. Ha ha.
Thing was D was a player. I’m not sure why, but he was one hell of a goodlooking man, like so many of my male friends.
Anyway, if a guy is a player, I don’t care if he’s a wimp. The player-ness cancels out the wimpiness. If you’re a wimpy player, I’ll buy you a drink, Goddamn it.