The male libido - or - How I was castrated by the 90's

Oh how I loathe it. Desire and the uncomplicated ease of the primal beast residing in my groin. It is so un-intellectual, so base, so green with envy, so red with passion, anger and seedy lust.

and it's such a needy whiny little bitch.

You may hate it. I'm not a woman; empathy is the peak of my ability to see your trials and tribulations at the hands of a brutal and unfair patriarchal society. But as a male, and more specifically a male who prides himself on first being a human and even a bit of an intellectual, I hate it more than you ever could. It is my addiction and my fucking crutch. The world may be persecuted by it but I live with it inside me. It sleeps next to me at night polluting my dreams. It walks with me to work, and it invades my nodes while I am unwary.

It makes me want to fight, to scream and to fuck.
It's sort of like being born a horny crack baby.

I don't want it in me anymore. This is its official eviction notice. Screw it. Mother nature and her cronies can go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut; I, for one, am through being the god damn evolutionary test rat for God, Darwin, Xemu or whoever is running this damn game.

I demand absolution for my crimes.

Just a few days ago, a friend of mine, who is normally very calm and collected about women and anger and passion and all that rot, was stopped mid sentence by a very attractive girl. All she had to do was walk by and he was jolted into a coma like silence with his eyes glazed over. I could see it; I could see exactly what was going on with my friend. All he wanted to do was converse and joke with his friends over iced coffee and out of nowhere, blam-o, he gets hit; run over by a tall, sculpted, coy looking vision. He stood about as much of a chance as an opossum has against a Mack truck.

You could almost feel the need radiating off him. One minute he is telling a witty story, the next he (Mr. Cool-and-collected mind you) is gaping in stunned silence.

But wait, it gets even worse.

See, living with this beast is one thing. You see that pretty girl and all you can do is stare. You can't play it cool any more than a drunk can stop staggering. But here it is, the modern world, you are not allowed to stare. You are most certainly not allowed to touch. You, my friend, are fucked. There is no dance, no mating call, no right way to approach this woman. You can try, and in all probability be shot down and have your exploits retold in an angry tirade later to her girlfriends. Tough luck pal, there is no support group and no one gives a shit.

Here comes the fun part.

Since the 80's and 90's, not only does the world not care about your unwarranted and almost mysteriously random desires, they have deemed it illegal.
BzZzZt.
Gong.
Can't feel that way, have to be the sensitive male.

I want to be the goddamn sensitive male, someone give me a fucking hand here. Please, take away this magnetic and unrational pull; take away that weird and foreign desire to hit people. Take away the involuntary gawking and sexual desires that make me want to tear out my hair.

It's like a little war going on between my head and my balls. I hope I win.

Wow YES

Girls don't seem know about this. {In general} But then no-one tells them that from the age of 13ish males have these physical urges that may overwhelm them and cause a constant struggle for most.

One of my boyfriends told me about his feelings about women and how his body made him respond and I still found it hard to believe but - it's true.

Actually the same stuff can happen to women. It happened to me two months ago when I talked to a guy for 30 minutes and
ZWANG!
I lost it totally and HAD to have him.

Luckily it was 2000 and I could just say 'Hey. I want you. You are the sexiest male I have met in years. Come here. And, luckily for me. He did.

So maybe the 2000nds will allow all those feeling castrated/or wishing to BE castrated, to feel more free about being human.

Our bodies present us with powerful desires, but that is just part of being human. Desires can be fun and exciting and they can also be a torment. How we deal with those desires is what is important.

Freedom comes not from acting on every urge, but by resisting temptation and making a decision from the mind and not the body.

Either way you are still responsible for your actions, but learning to deal with your desires and not always giving in will allow you to find peace with yourself. That is what is most important.

Have you considered having yourself actually castrated?

No, seriously, have you? Don't dismiss the idea out of hand. If you really want reduced libido, it can be easily granted through elective surgery. Remove the testes and you eliminate sexual urges at the source. It's one of the simplest and safest operations known to medical science.

Ultimately, it's your body, to do with as you please. Just bear in mind that castration is a real option. Even if you don't go through with it, it is a good thing just to have seriously considered it. The mere fact that you've made a decision one way or the other means you are not entirely at the mercy of biology, but have chosen to be the way you are. And that takes some of the sting out of the whole business.