I forsook anonymity a long time ago on this Goddamned blog.
Right off the bat I published my real name.
Then I started posting my likeness.
Tough-guy bullshit like this.
So Myspacian and malewhorish.
Basically I played my cards right off the bat.
I even rail against anonymity in my “Me” section.
The truth is, there is a great reward to be found in anonymity.
A lot of dudes in this blogosector choose names hybridized from fictional or historical figures (usually with a libertarian or Rand-ian bent) and go photoless and bio-less. Hey, I don’t care. More power to them.
Maybe I should have followed suit.
Phoenixism without a face. Only strange disembodied words and thoughts. Faceless. How cool. The general public, especially the femmes, wouldn’t know any better.
I could lie and say I was 23. The internet is a great tool for dishonesty. Whatever, this is who I am. I decided right off I would never be anything I wasn’t, to my own detriment.
Whatever the case.
I bring your here.
This is why I blog. We all gotta fucking say something, don’t we?
This is why I blogged about blogging as an artform.
Ridiculous.
There is this dude who blogs, he took his name from a couple of real-life literary figures and has chosen the anonymous path. And, in my opinion, created a great franchise, a great character.
His name is Hunter Huxley.
I don’t know much about him.
But I know he is a crude motherfucker. He puts me to shame. It’s great. It’s no holds barred disgust.
So yesterday, he posted an intriguing little ditty that sums up men’s basic sexual proclivities in all their raw form. We are men, and we like women. And sometimes, these women are your sisters, your cousins, your girlfriends, your moms (oh wait, that’s another post)….
Hey, the male testosterone drive is immense.
It has no morals and no compass.
We do what the fuck we want to do, or what we can get away with.
Unlike women who play the part and giggle when the discomfort arises, we just do it.
So Hunter brings up a subject which all guys can relate to.
You get intro’d to the girl’s father. And the obvious but unspoken sentiment is “I’m fucking your daughter, dude.”
And that knowledge instantly bequeaths upon the father the humbling wisdom. He has met his male usurper.
That’s what this is all about, you realize.
A man with a daughter relinquishes a part of his male soul.
It’s a given.
A man who has a son relinquishes also; but it can be reclaimed.
I read and I posted:
Yeah it’s the great unspoken charade.
I’m so glad I have a son.
Having a child can always chip away at a man’s armor. However with a son, as he gets older (assuming he’s a good kid/man), he will reinforce a man’s aging armor. A daughter will never strengthen her father’s armor. Having a daughter will forever present you with a vulnerability. All you can hope is that you’ve raised her well as judged by the type of man she chooses to have as a mate. Ultimately this strange man is the one you must come to trust.
And today I read.
And thought.
The concept of ARMOR.
What the hell is that?
What is this male ARMOR?
What is it we lose when we have children?
Possessions.
The most free of men are those without possessions.
Without fear of loss.
Evolution has brought us to the point of fear. We fear loss. Loss of all that is ours. It could very well be that in 500,000 B.C., we feared loss of food, loss of heat.
Loss of mate, loss of offspring? I doubt it.
Loss of offspring…that’s a modern trend.
What is ARMOR?
My definition of ARMOR does not involve metal or walls or shields.
Armor in the modern parental sense.
Armor.
As single men, we have very few, if any responsibilities.
We grow older, we marry, we have children, we have jobs…the armor grows thin.
Armor. It is that layer of existence which shields us from our primal nature. It is the modern exodus of elements which we morally imbue with a righteous qualities.
Armor.
It tells us to tie our shoes.
To tie a full-windsor.
The Armor serving no purpose other than a call to the primitive.
Armor is hundreds of generations calling us. Reminding us that in spite of everything, we only have one allegiance.
Mankind, hundreds of thousands of years ago, was ruthless and self-driven.
Mankind only concerned itself with breeding.
And eating.
And in such circumstances.
Daughters are a stain upon the folly that is mankind.
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First off, annonymity is for the pussies who have opinions they are afraid to share with their name/face attached. IM(not so)HO “Oh, I might lose my job/friends/husband/house…” Whatever, it’s the blog world version of cyber bullying. They are full of opinions and harsh or strong words because they never have to back them up. Spineless.
The armor thing and daughter verses son thing…..little more complicated. I am a mom, not a dad, so of course I come at it from a completely different angle. It’s just that I can’t help but immediately jump to the thought that in most prior societies, men found most pride and honor in the first of their daughters who men did want to fuck…er, marry. Whatever you want to call it, we all know what it was, they had to marry them to get laid back then.
Also, daughters were often the best hope a family had to gain wealth, if a family could marry their daughter up the social ladder.
Either way it goes, son, wayyyy easier. For instance, no creepy guys shooting Sports Illustrated swimsuit shots of him!!!!
Hahaha that’s what it all comes down to Wicked.
We are men and we know what men are made of.
That’s why we fear for and are afraid.
You bring up a good point though. A daughter presents an excellent opportunity for some poverty-stricken to rise up the social ladder.
But at what cost?
Interesting, this weekend I learned of a man who essentially became his wife’s bitch because she was much more wealthy than he. Her dad is basically the breadwinner in that marrage. And he calls all the shots. The husband holds some strange symbolic title,,,
Yes Hunter, that was my version of flattery…
WS –
The primary reason I went anonymous was because my parents had found and were reading my blog. It’s nothing to do with being a pussy. Consider: would you have a conversation about these sorts of things with your parents? It’s just weird.
(btw, phoenixism, my real name is in the email address i’ve given with this comment)
Yeah I don’t feel there’s a wrong or right. It’s mainly about what feels right for each person, the context of their life and how the blog fits into it. My parents know about my blog but they never read it. If someone chooses total anonymity I’m not going to judge it. Actually this post was deterred…when I was writing it I did not mean to turn it into a treatise on anonymity. Such is my style, whatever comes into my head gets spewed out on paper as well.
Oh hey, I’m going to agree with you here because hunter said so.
except for on the part about daughters.
You’re mankind’s greatest folly! Out of all of mankind’s folly!
TAKE THAT BLOG WRITER.
Mandy, you’re such a girl.
That concluding statement was from the “two wrongs make a right” department.
What’s the XD about, is it Roman numerals or do you drive a Scion?
It’s an emoticon actually. For a while I was Mandy, then there was another mandy, so I called myself Mandy!, and then Mandy! :) (which messed up the autosmilies when people quoted me), and then I just had tons of exclamation points, and FINALLY, I settled on this.
XD
It’s laughing so hard its eyes are closed. That’s right. I laugh at everyone.
And I actually wasn’t serious about any of the comments I made on this post. Except for the section on my name.
Yes ever since day 1 of “Random” I’ve always sensed that tone in your writing.
I think Mandy is such a beautiful and sad name. It’s Barry Manilow’s fault.
Well thank the Creator for daddies like mine. Mine would have been smirking…thinking to himself: “Dude, my daughter has only begun to fuck with you!!” By the way wicked I do have balls and Mandy you are a girl, I know this because I am a WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR! The cougar lives!
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Thanks, David.
As for Lana–
Oh yes, you’re so brilliant. You’re about as smart as an animal. Go cougars!
Thanks for the encouragement Mandy :]
Mandy I predict in about 25 years you won’t be a cougar. I see a dependable man, a roof, and lots of baking in your future.
Lana, you and I will grow old together, tearing up the countryside.