“There is yet another reason for the male to isolate himself: every man is an island. Trapped inside himself, emotionally isolated, unable to relate, the male has a horror of civilization, people, cities, situations requiring an ability to understand and relate to people. So, like a scared rabbit, he scurries off, dragging Daddy’s little asshole along with him to the wilderness, the suburbs, or, in the case of the “hippie”—he’s way out, Man!—all the way out to the cow pasture where he can fuck and breed undisturbed and mess around with his beads and flute.”
Book:SCUM Manifesto
