Thoughts & Musings
3 min readMay 1, 2019

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Writer: Sama Adhami

Editor: Nika Nechaeva

Moisturized Machos

One of the perks of being a bar wallflower around the counter is hearing people’s conversations and watching them from the outside, realizing what is going on on their inside. Bars are my experimental education.

A young Saturday night. No occasion, just Moscow Mule and me. I took a mouthful sip before I got interrupted by these two middle-aged women contemplating their drinks talking along about their husbands.

I didn’t realize how bad it was, until not having earplugs seemed to be the biggest mistake at that moment. I was screaming on the inside. Different scenarios ran through my head of me getting kicked out of the bar for trying to bring those ladies down to Earth and stop their senseless verbal waterfall.

One of the two had a beige business attire and black tights on with a small hole of karma at the back, which was seemingly expanding every time she was describing her so-called Beta husband.

“He Is So Beta He Is Too Feminine!” — she would repeat tirelessly. “My husband makes me feel like I’m an alpha-dog, what if he is into other men? He is too sensitive, too sentimental, and wears a good scent body lotion on his skin for some reason.

He pays too much attention to everything around — always so needy, always craving for morning kisses, even when I’m rushing to grab my coffee with lactose-free milk on the way to work. I don’t think he even heard of wearing pants once in a while. What if this is the end of our marriage?”

The other woman was magnifying the intensity by naming some hormone therapies and suggesting he pays a visit to a gym or get a membership at the gentlemen clubs.

That was the moment when my brain had exploded and traveled to Mars with Nasa’s rocket. I had the rest of my Moscow mule in one go, disappointed a waiter for not asking for a bill but ordering another glass. I could not help myself — my blood was boiling at 365 degrees with no oxygen in my lungs. Oh, god take me back home.

This conversation absorbed me in thinking like a woman. Isn’t it hilarious to stand for gender equality and scream slogans on feminism movements, while having no idea what is the meaning behind those words?

Where did all men's rights go?

This is not about being a tom-boy or sissy if you’re striving for an opposite- energy-expression and balancing your feminine-masculine sides.

Yin and yang represent the flow within this circle that goes on and on to create a balance and harmony within us and the universe.

Men do not have to be hardwired, stone-hearted, bearded, big-shouldered- alpha dogs. This is us women that made our men perceiving masculinity within bigger-ness and make them hide their soft self under those heavy lifting weights in fitness studios when getting a six-pack done and making that puffed-up chest to glow?

What if a man fancies a skirt, fully-shaved body, or long messy hair? What if he wears it better than a woman?

So, what? Do you really think their skin doesn’t get dry and they do not need to moisturize it? Do you think they do not like to move their body to the beats?

I certainly believe that a male or a female who is constantly balancing his/her ‘masculine and feminine’ has a great deal of understanding their own personality, healthiness, and the opposite sex.

All We need to do is to open our minds, unlearn what we have been taught about gender roles and stimulate the opposite energy uniting with our true selves. Embrace one another. See the world with a different lens.

I have so much respect for men who are ‘man enough’, not needing any masculine accessory to express themselves and be who they are. I have respect for these men and their energy balance they bring into nature.

Cheers to these soft and beautiful machos.

Until the next time at the ‘bar education’

Ciao ;)

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