A Valentine Day To Remember
It’s good that there’s no such thing as Masculinism, an organization protecting, promoting the rights, the interests of men, as I think of Feminism said Pak Arif to me.
What’s the fun to join a club of men, fathers, old men with dreary views. I am feeling old, cold, weak, lonely in the company of men. A man among men, is something of a desert, a night without stars. And I imagined the military personnel who for a long period had to be separated from their wives and children and sweethearts, he said.
Not as a village chicken hen that’s happy to rear her little chicks, if a chicken by selection is chosen for its eggs or meat, in the long run it would lose her natural instincts to brood and rear her chicks. If a chicken every day is trained to fight, what about a female chicken that one day might, would crow and grow spurs?
Well, suppose we men practice, live as those in a monastery, then one day would lose our natural affection for Eve, I don’t want to be born, said he.
It’s fortunate that we have a Valentine day to remember when man and woman, male and female are happy together; that time which is so praised, sung, painted by artists and celebrated by all creatures on the earth through all the ages.
Men and women, male and female are not created to be competitors, rivals, opponents or enemies as dogs and cats are.
Are you sorry that you were fated to be born female? I then asked my wife. I’m happy to be born male, otherwise how could I have found you? Ha, ha, ha. Pak Arif laughed as he related these thoughts.
From Jayakarta, 27 April 1995
October 2010
It’s good that there’s no such thing as Masculinism, an organization protecting, promoting the rights, the interests of men, as I think of Feminism said Pak Arif to me.
What’s the fun to join a club of men, fathers, old men with dreary views. I am feeling old, cold, weak, lonely in the company of men. A man among men, is something of a desert, a night without stars. And I imagined the military personnel who for a long period had to be separated from their wives and children and sweethearts, he said.
Not as a village chicken hen that’s happy to rear her little chicks, if a chicken by selection is chosen for its eggs or meat, in the long run it would lose her natural instincts to brood and rear her chicks. If a chicken every day is trained to fight, what about a female chicken that one day might, would crow and grow spurs?
Well, suppose we men practice, live as those in a monastery, then one day would lose our natural affection for Eve, I don’t want to be born, said he.
It’s fortunate that we have a Valentine day to remember when man and woman, male and female are happy together; that time which is so praised, sung, painted by artists and celebrated by all creatures on the earth through all the ages.
Men and women, male and female are not created to be competitors, rivals, opponents or enemies as dogs and cats are.
Are you sorry that you were fated to be born female? I then asked my wife. I’m happy to be born male, otherwise how could I have found you? Ha, ha, ha. Pak Arif laughed as he related these thoughts.
From Jayakarta, 27 April 1995
October 2010
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