| I sincerely believe that all interaction with the opposite sex outside of the family or a romantic relationship is fundamentally unhealthy and should be avoided whenever possible. Except for sexual reasons, I have zero desire to ever talk to a woman other than my own ever again.
People who say men can be friends with women, and vice versa, are, I believe, very clearly lying completely because that answer sounds oh so sophisticated and avant garde. Arent they just so enlightened? The absolute height of sensitivity, willing to ignore even their own fundamental sexual identity in the interest of "equality of the sexes." No one worth speaking to believes he can be in a relationship with a woman without sex becoming an issue. Even when the woman is very ugly and fat, the opposition will start from the other side, and the woman will just want the man. There is no question whatsoever, not a shred of room for doubt, that man and woman are inherently drawn to each other in a very sexual way.
There is a notable exception, and that is when both involved parties, the man and the woman, are entirely defeated, deflated, sexless, rootless, empty and conditioned automatons characteristic of the most degraded life forms in the modern world. You must have seen these worthless specimens of manhood who are really just women with penises. You must also have seen these worthless specimens of womanhood, who are really just angry children in women's bodies. In such a case, where the man is a neutered eunuch with no claims to anythign masculine at all, and the woman is an uppity and envious hard-hearted little wretch, "friendship" is possible without sex, but only because both involved parties have mortified their regular sex drive in favor of some sort of modern and perverse new sado-masochistic vent (like the self-defeating, humiliating relationships characteristic of those Emo queers with thick glasses, or the domineering and emasculating lordship crappy women enjoy over their own crushed men).
"Die! Fall upon your sword. Fall upon your knee.
Die like your Son, nailed to his Tree.
Die by my hand. Die in my heart,
plucked from the Ice;
forever cold." |