Every negative thought is an attack on someone or something. Some of us are war factories.
There are essentially two groups of angry men—exploders and imploders. Exploders project their anger; imploders eat it. Of course, sooner or later, the imploder explodes, and people are shocked when he does.
Men who feel less safe than they actually are will weapon up.
The finger of blame is attached to a fool.
That bumper-hugging fist-for-a-face motorist who just gave you the finger? Don’t take it personally. Fact is, he gives it to everybody.
“Rejoice when men curse you. Rejoice, and be.” Come on. Who does this?
Sex is violence when it wants something, when it issues from insufficiency or pain.
Some men use sex as a way to assuage feelings of loneliness, to anesthetize jealousy, or to stake a claim. When sex is used like this, as a means of ameliorating our least controlled emotions, of placating an unstable and insecure sense of self, of seeking forgiveness or fixing something, sex is violence.
Sex is violent when sex is repetitive, mechanical or forced. There is no dharma in pharma.