A ROUGH-HEWN HETEROSEXUAL SPEAKS
On the ancient war between men and women: the devastating repercussions
A ROUGH-HEWN HETEROSEXUAL SPEAKS
As a child, I never considered that I was at war. In retrospect, as I approach 70 in November 2022 and look back on my seven decades of life, I can clearly see the lines of demarcation flow out intensely from the 1960s and 1970's and also previous decades as well. I see the battles increasing between the two tribes of humanity, male and female.
As a little girl, even though I did not much like being around the rough and tumble of boys ( AKA "Eww!"), I did not see them as an enemy. I did not seek a "boyfriend" through my childhood years, nor did I have friends who were boys. Mom kept them at arm's-length and I actually can appreciate her actions in doing that, considering my sensitive temperament and my small physical stature. One boy up the block from my childhood home was a classic bully who would charge out his front door and attack me as I walked by to visit a nearby family friend. Fortunately, he was the only boy bully who ever physically attacked me.
Once I got to high school, all that changed. By Sophomore year, my Mom had suddenly died and one older brother had been killed in Vietnam. My temperament, even though still sensitive, was considerably more contentious and bold, considering the chaos of the Vietnam war and the sexual and political-social "revolution." The battle lines were soaked in mostly verbal blood and the two tribes were shattering, to the dismay, mass confusion and sorrow of millions of little kids caught in the middle of battling adults. I was cast adrift after I left home at 18. I got on the awful birth control pill for a year and plunged in to sex-drugs-rock and roll. I had many sexual partners, multiple sexually transmitted diseases, two abortions in three months in 1973 and general deep sadness and cynicism fanned out. The decade from 18 to 28 was overwhelming abject misery and mess.
All areas of my life have been negatively affected from this decade. Major disorder reigned over my physical, mental-emotional, financial and spiritual life. Negative results fanned out from my bad decisions. Feminism told me "be free, wander about and have sex with whoever you want, male or female, it is all OK and empowering! Don't be tied down! Don’t be a square!"
What terrible false words that brought disaster to my life! The wounds I suffered in youth dramatically affected the rest of my life. This is not uncommon to the human condition, as it seems most people have the same rough road of "trial by fire" and "learn by doing from the school of hard knocks." For me, these hard knocks, however, were extremely personal, intimate and to some degree, they still hurt to this day.
That terrible Pandora's box has opened to total destructive forces, attempting to coalesce around educating little kids to being "in the wrong gender", to adult entertainment themes being pushed on children, pressure to have same-sex sexual relationships, making fun of traditions like one man, one woman for life, as if all the thousands of years of human history is crazy. Basic biology tells us that life comes only from the sexual union of male and female, sperm and egg. No amount of verbal maneuvering can change that basic and immutable fact of biology.
For several years in my twenties, I had many friends who were gay. I loved these friends, as we were a little rowdy tribe of misfits and rebels. Funny, I think my gay men friends were actually drawn ( on the dance floor!) to my rough-hewn heterosexual and blunt temperament, a rebel, even though quite powerless. For two years in my youth, I tried being bisexual, at the urging of my friends. To my dismay, however, I discovered what I already knew...I like men! Women are my Sisters in Christ, my compatriots, my friends, not sex partners! Peer pressure is formidable. I do "get" the dissatisfaction in the failure of heterosexual relationships at times. My few lesbian friends would, upon seeing me have a struggle with a man, sincerely try to convince me of how great it was to be sexual with women. Not wanting to offend my lesbian friends, I tried being with women. This was not a good path. Pressure does not work. Being my authentic self works. Yes, I fully acknowledge that heterosexuals have a filthy house to clean up with high divorce rates, broken families, financial chaos, etc. I also know the core solution is GOD, not switching or forcing gender attraction. As I sadly watched my dear gay men friends contract AIDS in the 1980's and 1990's and begin to die one by one, my soul was seared and wounded, as I had to begin to examine my own tumultuous behavior. It is truly God's miracle that I myself did not die of AIDS, as I could certainly have been exposed to it.
Humans usually seek the simplest solution, myself included. After nearly 70 years on this blue planet, I now know the narrow path of God's plan for humanity works best. Not wandering in dismay, not the sorrowful path of rebellion, but daily fellowship and yes, relationship with God and His Son, bringing all our mistakes, sadness and chaos to Him and asking His help. It is a difficult road of repentance but based on my many years of rebellion and the sorrowful things that followed me from youth to middle age, turning away from sinful behavior is needed. This is the core of my writing, essentially an extended “book of warning of what not to do!” Repentance is to turn away from destruction and ASK God to help. He will. Day by day, He will.
WW 8-5-2022