As with most men, it is easier for me to give hugs than to accept them,
Let the truth be known that men are nothing more than emotional skyscrapers,
Built with glass infrastructures, spray painted the color of steel and nicknamed "Strength"
Strange, isn't it?
What walking contradictions are we called men...
Men are taught to colonize at the age of 5 through games like cops and robbers, cowboys and indians
At the age of 8 we are given helmets and told to hit each other on the head with it,
Bleed but do not bleed,
Cut but do not cry,
Be a man, join the military,
Die for your country, and if death comes to you,
Look it in the eye and say:
Bring it on, mother-fucker, I fear nothing but intimacy.
When it comes to intimacy men quiver like fault lines, crumble like cities
What walking contradictions are we called men...
Men, take note, this is how you give love,
This is how you receive hugs.
Press flesh to flesh till breast crumple,
Like emotional origami.
-Mark Gonzales, As with Most Men
Let the truth be known that men are nothing more than emotional skyscrapers,
Built with glass infrastructures, spray painted the color of steel and nicknamed "Strength"
Strange, isn't it?
What walking contradictions are we called men...
Men are taught to colonize at the age of 5 through games like cops and robbers, cowboys and indians
At the age of 8 we are given helmets and told to hit each other on the head with it,
Bleed but do not bleed,
Cut but do not cry,
Be a man, join the military,
Die for your country, and if death comes to you,
Look it in the eye and say:
Bring it on, mother-fucker, I fear nothing but intimacy.
When it comes to intimacy men quiver like fault lines, crumble like cities
What walking contradictions are we called men...
Men, take note, this is how you give love,
This is how you receive hugs.
Press flesh to flesh till breast crumple,
Like emotional origami.
-Mark Gonzales, As with Most Men
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Someone recently told me that I express myself not with words, but through my hugs (which reminded me of the poem above). I’d say there is a bit of truth to that, since I’m not one for talking about my emotions. Multiple people have told me that I give great hugs, though I can’t say what the difference is since I can never not (GASP double negative) be a part of my hugs.Maybe that my form of emotional conversation.
