Tuesday Hates Red
I am only half a man and the half a man I am is weak and old. It needs to take a piss every 5 minutes and cannot go to sleep without a pill. But even being only half a man, I hate being (even if only in part) a real man. I know, I can’t help it. Still, blame is not the point here; behavior is, or rather: non-behavior is.
Being a woman (real, in part, whatever) is probably not without its challenges. Maybe I would hate being a woman as well, & maybe not even only because being a woman implies being treated and mistreated by men. Nevertheless I can only talk hate as to being a man as that is what I happen to be in a half-hearted and weak way.
Why do I hate it?
For all of the reasons you hate men.
Most of all because men tend to speak as if they are obviouslyright. Up to and including when they try to be self-critical. I hate that the below rather accurately depicts me pointing out to myself what is most annoying about me:
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