He is limited. She is not. Grunts and groans define his limitation. She flips and she flops, she whips and she whops, she lips and she lops, she screams and she shrieks. Limitations make him exciting. Diversity brings out her beauty.
Foolishly, she opens him up. Regrets immediately. He is a boy now. Through that same stupidity he tries to control her. She becomes a mother, not only to his children, but also to him. A social system is born. Safe, comfortable, unexciting and not beautiful. Underlying this safety belt is anger and frustations. he is now only a boy, no longer exciting. She is only a mother, no longer beautiful. Both look for hunting grounds, greener pastures. A social discomfort sets in. Angry debates, brutality, perversity tries to recreate the original position. Emotion is long lost. Intellectuality rules life and its frustations. Life becomes dull and mental. Therapists flourish.
Age old dilemma. Should he be he or should she be she? Or should they find a meeting point? If he enjoys himself, he does not need her. Nor does she need him in a similar position. The truth is that he and she are two sides of the same coin. They are already unified. The cannot be separated. They are only the end points of a universe. Alternation is the real possibility. Rest is a soap opera; produced, directed and acted by her diversity, in which he can only have a limited role, naturally.
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