A Reality with Background Music

With being a man comes a certain level or grade of formitability; you can never have someone who, to an absolute extent, you may entrust. A man’s role in a male-female relationship is that of pretection, serving as both a wall between a women and that which will cause her physical harm or emotional distress. We are a crutch. If we are relied upon to provide a literal and figurative backbone, be it right for us to rely on another to be the crutch to our backbone?

I’m tired of men who cry.

I’m tired of men who talk like little bitches to their girlfriends.

I’m tired of men who think they’re perfect”listeners.”

I’m tired of men who want their girlfriends to think they’re sensitive.

I’m tired of men who sob on a woman’s shoulder.

I’m tired of men who treat women like crap and get loved in return for it.

I’m tired of men who pamper themselves much the same as women.

…I’m tired of men who don’t distinguish themselves from women.

I’m tired of men who seek simpathy.

I’m tired of men who think being artistic makes them more in touch with who they’re.

I’m tired of men who like other men.

I’m tired of men who go buy designers.

I’m tired of men who don’t know what it means to be one.

One would assume taking pride in who you are is the utmost, but appearently men wish they were chicks and the chicks are left this empty space where their security should be and have to assume a male-oriented role in the relationship.

What I’m trying to say is…

…grow a pair, you queer