The parable of the guy who said vagina

IF YOU REALLY want to hear about it, I have even bigger problems than the world. One of them is this guy.

This guy, if you don't already know him, is somebody I will have to tell you about.

The first thing you should know about this guy -- something I can't emphasize enough, in fact -- is that he is a guy. Please don't let this fool you. It is a fact which warrants deep reflection.

The second thing you should know about this guy is that he is not a rich guy. Perhaps you know someone who fits this profile, who can serve to illustrate my point.

If you have ever been a guy who is not a rich guy, or known someone suspected of the same, you can probably imagine the sort of challenges this guy faces. I would like to summarize these challenges in two parts: 1) Meeting his material needs; and 2) companionship.

One of the saddest ironies of this guy may be attributed to the fact that what he shares with others in 1) is not readily translated into what he wants with regard to 2). And this is because what he shares with others in 1) are relations, whereas what he wants with regard to 2) is "vagina." Or, to better capture the depth of emotion as he relates it, "fuh-china."

Why did you interrupt me while I was talking to a fuh-china?

Somewhere on the long path to meeting his material needs, our guy took up the habit of relating to others when he has no choice, and simplifying them away when he does.

Is it harder to be consistent? A mother is not uh fuh-china alone, and neither is anyone else. But when people wear a different face for each occasion, they compensate for something else. This is especially true in the company of men.

There is a lot to say about how 2) becomes subsumed by 1) -- only to reemerge as the proverbial "ball and chain!" Yes: it's a fucked-up culture we live in, and we're all a part of it!

Which brings us to my problem. How to engage him most every day!