I am not sure why this fact brings me joy.
I am certainly not a “man-hater” and often take pleasure in their pleasure, but whereas I think most women feel competition with other women…I feel competition with men.
It’s not that I wish to BE a man, exactly; although, without a doubt there are privileges that come with being of the male-gender…ones that large portions of our society value.
But, I am no cry-baby.
I do not yearn for a penis.
(I can strap one on, if the situation calls.)
No…but I DO want to be:
BETTER THAN A MAN.
I know, I know…in declaring this I am simply promoting misandry, reinforcing misogyny and continuing the tradition of male-centered patrimony that places “winning” above all else.
But, it’s the truth.
I want to be better…than a man, in every way. And what’s more…I want them to acknowledge that I am better.
Sounds harsh, even as I write, but it is honest. This desire is one of the driving forces in my life, perhaps the fuel behind my constant need for achievement both professionally and personally. A shrink (haha, I am one) would say it may be the origin of my desire for women.
“But competition is bad,” you say, “t promotes separation and agression, rather than connection and harmony.”
I hear you and…I disagree.
I think that competition can bond us, work to bring “the other” up, while simultaneously increasing expectations.
You do better, I do better, WE do better.
Sounds like a rosy world doesn’t it? I know we may never coexist, men and women, as allies, per say, but…at least my orgasms are longer than yours.