some thoughts while digging graves
and the biological reality of men
The first time I toured Canada, one of the dudes that I worked with spent his summers digging graves. At the dinner table my dad grilled him about this.
I dunno Mr. Dalling, I just love to dig.
His address of my father was as much a throw back as his 25 year old virginity. He was tall, handsome smart and very Catholic. Sure he’d ‘play around’ but intercourse? Only once married.
My dad put this digger to work planting fence posts in the yard. Though he liked hard work, the soil around Dartmouth nearly killed him.
We don’t have rocks like this back home Mr. Dalling.
This he said while soaked with sweat and nursing blisters on his hands
How often do you find yourself digging graves?
Yesterday was one of those days.
I made a hole in the backyard for Jellybean.
I loved that fucking hen. She deserved better than a green bin burial.
Beside? Green bin day was 12 days away and the forecast called for a lot of heat and humidity. Things would get really stinky and really maggoty really really quickly. For everyone’s sake, I faced the task of making a three or four foot deep hole in the yard.
As I dug, I though of just how plump, jolly and in charge Jelly bean was.
We can’t have roosters in the city. But she played this role. She was the top of the pecking order. And as the biggie bird in the brood, she took it upon herself to go fight the fucking masked bandit that broke into the enclosure.
She took the role of the rooster.
I love roosters.
They’re essentially men - disposable creatures that put themselves in the line of fire so that others can live.
Some of us are well aware of why the saying ‘women and children first’ is neither sexist nor a gendered response. It’s fucking biological reality.
You only need one man to fertilize many many women.
Sure, we don’t need to live like this.
And?
Any fucking idiot who believes that two thousand years of socialization should trump over two hundred thousand years of evolutionary biology deserves to have their guts ripped open and fed to the fucking racoons.
We’re animals. No more. No less.
And to deny our animal nature?
That’s both inhuman and inhumane.
Stay hungry you opportunistic omnivores.
