Genders
I Michael Paddock am a man. I am a male member of Homo Sapiens. I love women; a woman being a female member of Homo Sapiens.
I am not ashamed of either of these two things.
I guess some people are. They are so ashamed in fact of being male or female that making the distinction between the two offends them. If you happen to be one of those people who take offense in me making the distinction? I would extend my apologies were my apologies not insincere.
I just don’t get it. Feminists cry equality: why? I’m already envious of women for their two ‘x’ chromosomes: they have far more an inclination to understanding the feminine mysteries than I ever will. Why would they want to be equal if they’re already greater in so many capacities?
Men. Because we have one ‘x’ chromosome some men decide that they’re more ‘x’ than ‘y’ they base this decision on the false premise that love is a feminine quality. Love is an emotion; a soul force inherent in both male and female members of Homo Sapiens.
Yet men who love other men feel that they have to change their gender status. I love my father: my father is a man. I love my brother: my brother is a man. I love my best friend: my best friend is a man. Women who love other women migrate to this same absurdity but I will say I love all my sisters: I have yet to feel like a lesbian trapped in a man’s body.
To be perfectly honest I have nothing against other persuasions. I am starting to think however that other persuasions have something against mine.
Right now; as I am writing this, the European Union is trying to ban all words that start with the prefix ‘man’. Manmade, mankind, etc.
If you’re a man and you’re proud to be one: say so.
If you’re a woman and you’re proud to be so: say so.
Defend our language. Use our words. Do it now: before we have nothing left to say.
I am a man named Michael Paddock. I love women.
How is that wrong?