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“If all pleasure has, preserved within it, earlier pain, then here pain, as pride in bearing it, is raised directly, untransformed, as a stereotype, to pleasure: unlike wine, each glass of whisky, each inhalation of cigar smoke, still recalls the repugnance that it cost the organism to become attuned to such strong stimuli, and this alone is registered as pleasure.”

“All of Life Her Grand Design (Sonnet 2840-2841) Silence sold as golden virtue, names erased in toxic ink - told to walk behind the man, never question, never think. We're more than borrowed titles, more than shadows wearing rings - we are roots of all survival, we are breath in everything. They built a world on domination, called tradition, called it fate, but every empire of oppression meets its end at woman's wake. Why must love erase her surname, why must birth deny her throne - she is the one who forms existence, yet there's nothing she can call her own! Every child that walks this planet, carries more than just one name - every mother is a cosmos, creation brews in her sacred flame. They said she came from a man's rib, but truth runs deeper than toxic lies, the world itself is carved from woman, all of life is her grand design.”

“The crisis facing our boys today is not masculinity, rather it is toxic patriarchal hyper-masculinity. In many ways, our boys are constantly clashing within themselves between who they really are and who they are expected to be. The stress of guarding and protecting a false self creates a deep wound in the male psyche.”

“An inability to deal with emotions in healthy ways is what toxic masculinity is all about. And, in most cases, what this really stems from is fear. They're afraid of the world changing, because then they might have to actually work a bit harder to be seen as important within it. So they shit on women and people of colour and anyone else fighting for political equality alongside them and screech about 'SJWs' and feminism being 'cancer' and think this is enough to mask the stench of fear that rolls off them in waves. But as any true Star Wars fan can tell you, fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”

“She is not territory, she is temple (Sonnet) She is not a territory to conquer, she is a temple that grants entry only through trust, even the gaze must be earned. I'll never get down on one knee, if I do, I'll get down on both knees - absolute surrender, nothing left out. I don't wanna be a tourist, a passing fling, I am a pilgrim to your love, to your life, and at times when you permit, to your body. By default all women are my sisters, I may make an exception if I lose my heart, even then my conscience wouldn't allow filth, till I've earned her unwavering trust.”

“She is not a territory to conquer, she is a temple that grants entry only through trust, even the gaze must be earned. I'll never get down on one knee, if I do, I'll get down on both knees - absolute surrender, nothing left out. I don't wanna be a tourist, a passing fling, I am a pilgrim to your love, to your life, and at times when you permit, to your body.”

“All of Her is Holy Site (Boys Be Men, Sonnet) Way to a woman's heart is through her eyes, not between her legs. All of her is holy site, to wander unwelcome even with eyes is sickness. First be her sanctuary, her safe haven, then be the filthiest beast you can be. Slave to her kinks between the sheets, and in society be her shameless shield. Anybody can stay the night, takes backbone to stay the life. Penetration of flesh is animal affair, human miracle is to touch the mind. Boys be Men! Lift your brain above your belt. In monsoon be her brolly, in drought be her rain.”

“My brother was philosophically impaired, emotionally paralysed and stubborn, but he was not mentally ill. Mental illness suggests some kind of biological maladjustment such as that caused by injury or drug-induced chemical imbalances, whereas my brother, like many male suicides I have known, reacted normally to an abnormal situation. My brother felt he could not show the suffering that revealed him as sensitive; to do so would have threatened his gender status. It was easier for him to die.”

“[Fashionable Beard] I asked a friend growing a fashionable beard playfully: “Has your beard increased your fans?” “You have no idea how much it has!” He responded. “Do you wonder why people can’t see you clearly without it?” I asked. “This beard reminds me every day that people simply refuse to see things as they are – bare and naked. They will notice and see things covered with any cover, except not as they are!” he added with a laughter. [Original poem published in Arabic on January 16, 2023 at ahewar.org]”

“Even now, I sometimes run over in my mind all the men who catcall me the moment I step out my door, the men who corner me on subway platforms, the man who reached under my dress at a parade once and slipped his finger beneath my underwear. I think of my father complaining to my mother that the dishes weren't washed, or of the time they fought over something stupid and he called her a camel to shut her up. I grew up with dozens of boys who would one day become the same kind of man. Sometimes the world is one long chain of men from whose anger there is no protection, an obstacle course I run to stay safe.”

“After Jericho's illness crippled him and his parents had abandoned him to the state, it was Will who'd stepped in as guardian. He had sheltered Jericho, fed and clothed him, and taught his ward what he could about running the museum and about Diviners. For that, Jericho supposed he owed him a debt. But Will hadn't given Jericho the parts that mattered most. He hadn't given himself. The two of them had never gone fishing in a cold stream early on a summer's day and shared their thoughts on love and life while they watched the sun draw the curling morning mist from the water. They'd never discussed how to find one's place in the world, never talked of fathers and sons, or what makes someone a man. No. He and Will spoke in newspaper articles about ghosts. They conversed through the careful curation of supernatural knickknacks. And Jericho couldn't help but feel cheated at how little he'd gotten when he'd needed so much more. Why was there so much silence between men?”

“Why is the superficial, legalistic approach of purity culture often so ineffective in curbing toxic masculinity in Christian men? Because it deals in a truncated, false gospel. Rules and regulations for sexual behavior don't make men new. Rather, the renewal of our minds and bodies by the Holy Spirit is the solution to the broken masculinity that plagues our culture and churches.”

“Male social conditioning encourages boys and men to aim to bed as many women as possible....so much so, that their self esteem and self worth become intertwined with the number of sexual partners they have; and when that number is low or even zero, so too is their self-confidence.”

“We’re more than borrowed titles, more than shadows wearing rings – we are roots of all survival, we are breath in everything. Why must love erase her surname, why must birth deny her throne – she is the one who forms existence, yet there’s nothing she can call her own! They said she came from a man’s rib, but truth runs deeper than toxic lies, the world itself is carved from woman, all of life is her grand design.”

“Our society doesn't allow any foreign objects. I've always suffered because of that," Shiraha said, drinking jasmine tea made with a teabag from the drink bar. I was the one who had gotten the jasmine tea for him since he didn't make any move to get anything for himself. He just sat in silence, and when I placed it in front of him he started drinking it without even saying thank you. "Everyone has to toe the line. Why am I still doing casual work even though I'm in my mid-thirties? Why haven't I ever had a girlfriend? The assholes don't even bat an eyelid when they ask whether I've ever had sex or not. And then they laugh and tell me not to include prostitutes in the count. I don't make trouble for anyone. But they all seem to think nothing of raping me, just because I'm in the minority." I considered him one step short of being a sex offender. But here he was casually likening his own suffering to sexual assault, without sparing a thought for all the trouble he'd caused for women store workers and customers. He seemed to have this odd circuitry in his mind that allowed him to see himself only as the victim, and never the perpetrator, I thought was I watched him. "Really," I said, even wondering whether he made a habit of being self-pitying. "That must be hard.”

“When The Woman Roars (Sonnet) Just in case it isn't obvious to the vacant lot you call a brain fumigated by testosterone, women age just like human, women get wrinkles just like a human, we aren't born with glitters on our skin, women have body hair just like a human - women fall, women fly, just like a human, our taste changes over time just like human, our figure changes like any living organism, it's called being alive, being content, you overinflated pheromone merchant!”