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Thanks to Ingénue{Círdan} there is a recent spate of blogs in THE CAGE, written by males... mostly "Dom males." my first thought is they are not so much suddenly sold on the idea of blogging as they can't resist their instinctual (natural?) urge to rise... to a challenge? Time may tell.

i get to proudly declare that with >360 forum entries (many lengthy), i'm not among the non-writers in the cage, but this is my first blog. Apparently to some, it's 'different for girls'? Pause for musical interjection: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNzzK1dUtCI

As a gay sub i have often wondered if my love of, and propensity for, writing has something to do with my wiring? Is it because i'm gay and it's a result or expression of my feminine side? But then, that stereotype unravels for me because it turns out i am just as frustrated as many women are with their straight guys, by all the gay guys who don't 'blog' (read: "open up and talk about their thoughts and feelings").

Ever that analyst, i have come up with all sorts of reasons for that.

1. Blame the patriarchy. Lol, no really. Cliche aside, i think there is some truth to putting at least partial blame on engrained (patriarchal) cultural conditioning that has trained boys from birth that they are different when it comes to stuff like having feelings and expressing thought and feeling. An irony is how much of that conditioning comes from women (mothers, aunts, teachers) who have internalized patriarchy also conditioned in. i am convinced that a lot of internalized patriarchal influence still flies under the radar, even in a more enlightened era.

2. Biology? Neuropsychiatrist and writer Louann Brizendine has authored two books that look at our biological/brain wiring: "The Female Brain" and "The Male Brain." On page six of her book "The Female Brain" she notes: "Under a microscope or an fMRI, the differences between male and female brains are revealed ot be complex and widespread. It the brain enters for language and hearing, for example, women have 11 percent more neurons than men. The principal hub fo both emotion and memory formation-the hippocampus-is also larger in the female brain, as is the brain circuitry for language and observing emotions in others. This means that women are, on average, better at expressing emotions and remembering details of emotional events. Men, by contrast, have two and a half times the brain space devoted to sexual drive as well as larger brain centers for action and aggression." Note: as a scientist, i think Dr Brizendine may overreach a bit with her conclusions, but i think she raises points for further query? She also promises to write a book on "The Gay Brain," which is also different in its physiology.

3. Given the prior two points, i think most men may be handicapped ( both by nature and nurture) when it comes to emotional communication? Which is not to say guys cannot do it. Check out the percentage of authors and screen writers who are men? Which is not to excuse the crime of sexism that has limited female contributions, but to note that it is entirely possible for men to learn how to know and express things like emotion. It may take work, but i think men can learn how to communicate things like emotion, their inner self, even if it doesn't come as naturally to do so.

i was an avid reader as kid. i sensed i was different from most boys and learned how to hide very early on (five or six years old retrospectively). It took till i was about 14 to bury myself for survival. i grew up in a conservative religious household, just to add to the fun and help bury more parts of me. But even as a kid i can remember how frustrated i'd become with my dad, trying to get him to open up and share himself. We didn't do a lot of talking or sharing in our family, so books became my best friends.

Later on in life, i realized that i had developed people reading skills in order to satisfy my need for communication and connection in a family that did not use words. One thing i learned was how a side effect to being in an environment where words were used minimally to communicate was the notion and expectation that others were people readers too. Turns out that people reading can greatly enhance/supplement communication, but on its own (without words), is horribly inadequate. As an aside, i wonder how many guys are stuck in a place where they assume (unconsciously) that people/mind reading is an adequate thing? That people know more about them than they have actually revealed?

i began learning how to communicate when i married. Initially i would get very frustrated with my wife, assuming she knew how i thought or felt about a thing, even though i had not adequately communicated. i'd actually get angry with her, assuming she was toying with me. The funny thing is, i quickly surpassed her when it came to communication her once i realized i had to use words.

Turned out i was less afraid of being open and vulnerable, and the tables turned. With me it was ignorance that kept me from communicating, with her it was fearful hiding. So, a word of warning to the self protective out there looking for communicating mates, be careful what you ask for.
4 years ago. November 17, 2020 at 8:04 PM

This is just some random thoughts on covid and a window, for y'all who may be interested, into the life of a critical care nurse, who happens to be a kinkster too.

i've worked with Covid poz patients since the hospital where i work opened a special covid unit the first week of March 2020. Ironically? i got sick the last week of February and am fairly confident i had Covid... i'll likely never know since testing was not available for me at that point, just going by symptoms and my own familiarity with the disease.  my scientific emotional disposition was to hope/believe that having had the virus would confer some immunity, even though there was no (and still is no) evidence to support that notion. We don't know. Still, it did sort of plant a certain unwarranted emotional confidence in me.

That was not a 100% wacko conclusion, just part of my disposition. my first day back from being sick myself (the standards back then were low, i qualified to come back to work if i had not had a fever in two days), i cared for the hospitals first covid patient. It was touch and go for about a week, but the person eventually got better and left. i have since spent pretty much every other rotation working on the covid unit. Usually half the patients do not end up having covid, they are there for rule out. i volunteer for the ones i know are poz, a combination of scientific interest on my part and partly understanding that many of my cohorts cannot work on the unit for a variety of reasons, so covid nurses where i am are at a premium. 

Fast forward to November 2020, Covid is seeing it's highest spike in my state since the pandemic began. Back in June, our governor let up on restrictions. That's when i started having sex again. Not wonton whoring myself out sex, but with a few select fuck buddies.  That's persisted to now. i know some are still in sexual seclusion, i am in a semi secluded place. i have foregone 3 vacations to Palm Springs (aka "the gay Mecca") this year, my reluctant nod to covid. i stay at home, i wear my mask when out. No one washes their hands more than or better than i.

But... i still have sex with fuck buddies. 

i got to thinking about that this morning. One of the things that happens with nurses is a thing called "alarm fatigue."  As a hospital nurse on a critical care unit, i am literally exposed to multiple alarms every minute of my 12.5 hour shift. Alarm fatigue is a known and heavily studied (if not solved) challenge in the nursing profession. i have patients connected to telemetry, so heart alarms, pulse ox, so oxygen alarms, pumps of every sort, so pump alarms, to name a few. Then the double occupied rooms, full to the brim with patients who have call lights in their hand and are convinced they are at a five star resort with room service: yes, we actually get people who call us to cover them up or fluff their pillow even though they do this their self at home.  All of this adds up and contributes to alarm fatigue, where alarms become a wee bit less alarming. 

i've come to see that covid has had a similar affect on me. i'm around Covid at it's worst, all the time, so i guess i feel less alarmed by the risk from the guy on top of me. We also happen to be giving comfort, pleasure and respite to each other in trying times. Risk vs reward. It never is a simple yes or no question or answer it seems. 


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