This is how it goes nowadays.
Both licking their unhealed wounds,
catering to each others dysfunction,
a whole façade, pretense, all appearance,
becoming worse and worse, sadder and sadder, uglier and uglier.

The woman courts the man using manipulative, forceful tactics, masculine.
Long gone are the days of softness, coyness and sensual seduction.
The modern feminine man doesn’t know what to do with that.

So he sits back doing nothing, waiting for her to make all the moves.

The man loses all his virility by taking all he can,
low testosterone perpetuated by comfort,
when the masculine should be, by nature, the one who gives and pours into the feminine vessel.

The modern woman thinks she’s “queening” by “being in charge”, “in control”,
swearing and being aggressive, commanding,
when in truth she’s the unhappiest ever,
as the man recoils in his scared corner, obbeying like a puppy.

They both choose this, so you’d think they’d be happy.

But they’re not.

Specially when men portray themselves as “dominating alpha” males.
And women dress cutely not because they identify with it, but to compensate for their lack of femininity.

What a circus!

This is the way of these odd times we’re living.
No wonder I don’t fit in.