Most people just blindly grabbed at whatever there is, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People always need to find things to do while waiting to die, and so, there is a conviction, told by the bible-civilization, that woman completes man [as a man, I’m not sure the inverse is also working].
As usually with convictions, I have a problem with that.
I’m asking myself what I can and can not do without the other half, and I think I can do anything. If I want to talk, I talk with my friends. If I want to listen, I listen to my friends. If I want to laugh, I laugh with my friends, and so on. So almost everything I can get from my half-orange, I can get it from my friends, male or female.
Following this logic it only could be said that I need my other half for sex, and/or to pump “units”.
Sex, nowadays, could be removed from the equation, for whether we like it or not, condone it or not, there are countless men who get their sexual urges subdued from other men [I believe they call it: anus plays vagina]. And I’d go even farther. Safe? Think about those women used to artificial penis with which they get an orgasm or twelve, because the body cannot really differentiate between a penis made of flesh —and that made of plastic— where pleasure is concerned. Or, the most sublime, men that find in the main a used-up cougar to be inferior to a porn subscription [and a hand].
So. What is left?
Only the little bastards [also called offspring]. Otherwise, both man and woman are easily replaceable by any random person of any random gender at any random time.
Then the conviction evaporates and fells apart. Why half orange and not the whole orange?
I may be wrong [everyone goes lunatic from time to time] … so I would like to know your point on the above. That’s all.
Half-oranges – Dugutigui