being called a "boy": delightful. a waft of lilac in spring. like biting into a perfectly golden brown marshmallow.
being called a "man": putrid. noxious. raw beef festering under the sun for uninterrupted weeks. like biting into a roasted marshmallow and discovering it's made entirely of ash.
yeah....
yeah
tbh i kinda feel like @shel's post from today kinda brushes against some of this but it's too fucking almost-four-am to have thoughts about it
but yeah like
don't have any problems with being male, a boy, a guy, that's me! i've never had an inclination to be anything else and i have spent time thinking about this
but fuck man, the term "man" is so loaded with rancid cultural expectation, it sucks, it chafes, i do not like it