Could it be that men must save themselves from the love of women?
It's the mothers' love that sent Ruinur to school. That sends out their sons to die in wars. That do not understand how not to operate under the brothel-system of pawnage and bondage - or rather, DO understand, and only that.
It's a woman's love that nags and harrasses and shit-tests her man at every opportunity. That tried many times to make Ruinur feel utterly guilty about living his life to the fullest.
Could it be that a woman's love is dys-love, is scorn? The love of Cybele, that would be surrounded by eunuchs.
It's obvious to any man who's lived a day in his life that you will only be served faithfully by a woman when you treat her... well, rather like a dog. Tolerate her, treat her with amused mastery. Sneer at her jokes and she'll get wet. Hell, if you face-palm her onto the floor she'll try to hump your leg.
Rather different to man's love. One can truly sympathise with the gay view that men are for love and women for breeding. Kids for pleasure, well perhaps, but not in the way they seem to mean it.
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