Mr. Fantastic
Don Juan
Lately I've become saddened by the posts on this forum, because to me it seems like people who have been here for years still don't get "it". A poem Pook wrote a while back seems to point out the true issue of insecurity that hasn't been addressed on this forum for quite sometime...
link here -----> http://dapook.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-of-security.html
His world is but a stage,
For the women to play their parts:
They have their scripts and lines;
And his world in life plays many stages,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Crying and puking in mommy's arms,
Understanding that when she is happy,
The world is in order, and when she's sad,
The world is so broken. From this point on,
Women become his measurement of life.
And then witness the teenage second stage,
His world to now give girls dates and boyfriends,
To be paraded like a caught war horse,
And trotted past her friends like a prize caught.
Of that then comes marriage arrowing fast,
With life well stung to sleep with pricks of love.
'Love!' 'Love!' Everything shall come from this 'love'!
And so he thinks of pies, flutes, dreams of bliss,
Forever a life of security.
He weds to see the girl to happily ascend
Into a princess for the day, and he
Becomes her majesty's court jester
Till lifetime’s end. But this 'honor' does prevail,
Full of strange oaths and pledges,
Of dreams bled through Love’s demanding sores,
And stuffed with feeling makes this stuffed man
To seek the bubble reputation
Even in the Church of God. Then arrives
children with his wife playing the mother,
Never again will she have a passion
To play the mistress fire ever again.
And so witness the fifth age of his life,
Where days of youth are ground into paychecks.
This sparks mid-life crisis of fast fury,
And ends in a whimper. The sixth age shifts
Into frog shaped bodies and groans of pains,
With glasses on nose and big belly front,
To be at grandchildren's every event,
Carrying old age to oblivion.
Last scene of all that out-does all others,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is failing organs and a rising care.
Does he become his world at lifetime's end?
His hope drowns as his wife has one more role:
That of the nurse. Passing away, they say,
"His poor wife! For what she had to endure!"
A life of security he did have,
Because the price of freedom was too high.
Never realizing his great potential,
Of dreams, desires, and destinies.
Never admitting this he lies and lies,
Until his last breath of earth. For his life
Was filled with 'honor' betraying no one,
Except himself…
...............Except himself…
...................................
.......................................Gone.
The true culprit of insecurity, as he points out, is not men denying there desires but rather men seeking praise, or more importantly, feminine praise.
"But Mr. Fantastic! We are not seeking feminine praise! We are merely fulfilling our basic animal desires by attaining sex for our seduction efforts! Henceforth we are living by our own ends not the woman's!"
Mr. Fantastic: "Foolish Seducers! The act of sex isn't an animal desire. The act of reproducing is the desire. Saying sex is the desire is as absurd as saying the act of eating is to please the taste buds rather than obtaining the nutrients for your body to function properly. There is a reason why in the animal kingdom there is something known as 'mating season'. The true alpha males in the animal kingdom rarely get sex and yet they reproduce more than seducers (and that is saying something). The true essence of alpha male is not getting what ever he desires, it is leading his pack to survival. Sex as seen through the seducer's point of view is nothing more than an addiction like heroin or cigarettes."
"Thanks for the Science lesson nerd-boy. But what does this have to do with feminine praise?"
Mr. Fantastic: "I'm glad you asked. The whole act of seduction is based on a system of analyzing a females interest with the focus of increasing it until she is willing to sleep with you. After all "signs of interest" are just praise since they are essentially just her approval that you aren't turning her off (See how much she controls you through this act already? You are framing your actions on what she wants. Ha! So much for doin' yo' own thang...). Actually intercourse itself is just another form of praise. If that intense feeling of "climaxing" was just a basic animal desire then why not hump just about anything? It is like saying 'Hey man I fu**** this lamp so hardcore last night!' How absurd! The only way it makes sense is if a female were involved for reproduction. (And don't say masturbation has no feminine praise involved. Try busting one without watching porn or picturing some chick.)"
"Mr. Fantastic you talk too much..."
Mr. Fantastic: "As I can see this isn't having any effect on you. Not that I expected it to. And so this rant comes to an end..."
"Thanks but No Thanks. I think I'm gonna go get some sweet pu$$"
Mr. Fantastic: "Haha this post was for me, not you or anyone else. It helped me clarify somethings in my mind and I can almost guarantee to get flamed once I post it but I really don't give a flyin' F***. I don't even know why I'm gonna bother posting it, maybe it is some unresolved attention issue? Or to feed my vanity? But I really don't care."
"An neither do I"
link here -----> http://dapook.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-of-security.html
His world is but a stage,
For the women to play their parts:
They have their scripts and lines;
And his world in life plays many stages,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Crying and puking in mommy's arms,
Understanding that when she is happy,
The world is in order, and when she's sad,
The world is so broken. From this point on,
Women become his measurement of life.
And then witness the teenage second stage,
His world to now give girls dates and boyfriends,
To be paraded like a caught war horse,
And trotted past her friends like a prize caught.
Of that then comes marriage arrowing fast,
With life well stung to sleep with pricks of love.
'Love!' 'Love!' Everything shall come from this 'love'!
And so he thinks of pies, flutes, dreams of bliss,
Forever a life of security.
He weds to see the girl to happily ascend
Into a princess for the day, and he
Becomes her majesty's court jester
Till lifetime’s end. But this 'honor' does prevail,
Full of strange oaths and pledges,
Of dreams bled through Love’s demanding sores,
And stuffed with feeling makes this stuffed man
To seek the bubble reputation
Even in the Church of God. Then arrives
children with his wife playing the mother,
Never again will she have a passion
To play the mistress fire ever again.
And so witness the fifth age of his life,
Where days of youth are ground into paychecks.
This sparks mid-life crisis of fast fury,
And ends in a whimper. The sixth age shifts
Into frog shaped bodies and groans of pains,
With glasses on nose and big belly front,
To be at grandchildren's every event,
Carrying old age to oblivion.
Last scene of all that out-does all others,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is failing organs and a rising care.
Does he become his world at lifetime's end?
His hope drowns as his wife has one more role:
That of the nurse. Passing away, they say,
"His poor wife! For what she had to endure!"
A life of security he did have,
Because the price of freedom was too high.
Never realizing his great potential,
Of dreams, desires, and destinies.
Never admitting this he lies and lies,
Until his last breath of earth. For his life
Was filled with 'honor' betraying no one,
Except himself…
...............Except himself…
...................................
.......................................Gone.
The true culprit of insecurity, as he points out, is not men denying there desires but rather men seeking praise, or more importantly, feminine praise.
"But Mr. Fantastic! We are not seeking feminine praise! We are merely fulfilling our basic animal desires by attaining sex for our seduction efforts! Henceforth we are living by our own ends not the woman's!"
Mr. Fantastic: "Foolish Seducers! The act of sex isn't an animal desire. The act of reproducing is the desire. Saying sex is the desire is as absurd as saying the act of eating is to please the taste buds rather than obtaining the nutrients for your body to function properly. There is a reason why in the animal kingdom there is something known as 'mating season'. The true alpha males in the animal kingdom rarely get sex and yet they reproduce more than seducers (and that is saying something). The true essence of alpha male is not getting what ever he desires, it is leading his pack to survival. Sex as seen through the seducer's point of view is nothing more than an addiction like heroin or cigarettes."
"Thanks for the Science lesson nerd-boy. But what does this have to do with feminine praise?"
Mr. Fantastic: "I'm glad you asked. The whole act of seduction is based on a system of analyzing a females interest with the focus of increasing it until she is willing to sleep with you. After all "signs of interest" are just praise since they are essentially just her approval that you aren't turning her off (See how much she controls you through this act already? You are framing your actions on what she wants. Ha! So much for doin' yo' own thang...). Actually intercourse itself is just another form of praise. If that intense feeling of "climaxing" was just a basic animal desire then why not hump just about anything? It is like saying 'Hey man I fu**** this lamp so hardcore last night!' How absurd! The only way it makes sense is if a female were involved for reproduction. (And don't say masturbation has no feminine praise involved. Try busting one without watching porn or picturing some chick.)"
"Mr. Fantastic you talk too much..."
Mr. Fantastic: "As I can see this isn't having any effect on you. Not that I expected it to. And so this rant comes to an end..."
"Thanks but No Thanks. I think I'm gonna go get some sweet pu$$"
Mr. Fantastic: "Haha this post was for me, not you or anyone else. It helped me clarify somethings in my mind and I can almost guarantee to get flamed once I post it but I really don't give a flyin' F***. I don't even know why I'm gonna bother posting it, maybe it is some unresolved attention issue? Or to feed my vanity? But I really don't care."
"An neither do I"
