I’m weary of the constant wooing I
receive from the manly religious men among us with their Flintstone-like
portions of meats and campfire bonding sessions. It makes me feel like we of
the more copious nether regions are seen as nothing more than Neanderthals, and
these meaty methods are the only ways our primal male minds can be attracted to
God. My problem isn’t with meat—heaven forfend—it’s that most of the ideas of
manhood they’re selling (and I’m sure this kind of naïve attempt at connecting
applies to you of the double XX chromosome as well) come from personal and
cultural experiences, not the bible.
