The Vulnerable Human Called Male

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In order to see the man, you have to love the boy.

There is nothing more beautiful than a vulnerable human who has been called male

For to become vulnerable

He has had to surrender to the truth that he will never earn his brothers’ praise.

The human called male is raised to create a wall around himself.

He is told that he must be impenetrable

That the tides of emotion within him must be silenced

Or expressed indirectly

Vicariously, perhaps.

Through action

Through art

Or through comedy.

The human who has been called male

Is living in a world created to reward his most primal and basest instincts

And to punish him for his higher-order thinking.

No philosopher, no monk, no nurturer was ever celebrated for his cause.

The pillager

The plunderer

The opportunist

The conqueror

The fighter

The bread-winner

The entrepreneur

They are rewarded, they are praised.

He who builds an empire,

He who claims the innocence of another

He who lays waste to his opposition

He is celebrated.

The vulnerable human who has been called male

Has been torn apart.

He has been defiled, humiliated, and emasculated.

He has learned through trial and error that his manhood is not in his actions

That his behavior has no bearing on the condition of his salvation

And that his walls of emotional protection only hold him apart

From the vital and precious connection that he so craves.

The vulnerable human who has been called male

Never received good words applauding his performance

And therefore has given up the desire to perform.

The vulnerable human who has been called male

Has discovered that he has no manhood at all

He has simply,

His humanity.

With it, he gains a power

Far beyond the comprehension

Of his invulnerable counterpart.

The vulnerable human who has been called male

Heals the world.

Because beneath the guarded, tentative bravado of every man

Is a boy

A boy who was not born with the impulse to plunder, to claim, or to lay waste.

He was born with the desire to dance,

To laugh

To cry.

He was born with the desire to lay his cheek on the strong, warm skin of another

And to be held

And loved.

I weep for the human called male

Who believes the story he has been told of who he is:

Invulnerable, and cold.

For when I look into your eyes and see the truth of you

I see no man at all.

I see the boy, yearning to be loved.

I see the vulnerable human who has been called male.

And I love him unconditionally.

Only then does he become a man.

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Amanda Dollinger

Amanda Dollinger

The highest purpose of words is that they be used to connect one another.