« n a r r a t i v e s »
( What do your male characters often think about? How cynical, hopeful or sad are their thoughts? )
(O1)
Why am I so sickly sweet, candescent and filled to the brim, the edgy brink?
What of you, or me? Shall I trade mortality for sacrificial love?
Is there a bloody point to this?
A period maybe?
No, I inhale revenge like the fog past my lips and gritting teeth as I glower at the sun in your smile. Too trembling, a fool to look away.
(O2)
Because this love is breaking me... And I can feel it in every breath I don't take, and taste it in the regrets teressed in each nail I chew.
I want out, but I'm already glued to your fuse — light me up and sweep my ashes under your bed... I'm sure I'll find readier company there amongst the ruins of flesh, gated cries, and young men's failed love.
(O3)
New forms of slanted joy gave me hope in the strangest of ways... I guess anyone should be terrified about life springing up from their mistakes.
But I must admit, I am surprised how wild-eyed and cute this monster of my creation was, as it stared at me from the crib.
« q u o t e s »
( What do your male characters say? Do their lines strike you as funny, haunting... gutting? )
(A)
"... And what else? What more can I give you... Since my love is obviously not enough?"
(B)
"I am not your shadow. I am not your monster... hiding in your closet. And I'm definitely not the reasons for your vulnerability."
(C)
"If you think I'm going to stand here and wait while you go skipping off into the battlefield, you're more mad than I'd ever could have dreamed."
(D)
"I can't-- I-- I can't... Not any more. You hurt me. A-and I can't take anymore... Or I'll break, Susy.
I'll break into who knows how many pieces this time."
(E)
"I am not an action hero. I'm a simple man who enjoys his Sunday rugby and the occasional blood-syble draining in the morning."
(F)
"... You expect me, to lift that thing? I think I've figured out what's actually wrong here... You're out of your damn mind."
« t h e m e s »
( What drives your character? What hubris, cliché, or vice makes your male character who he is? )
[I]
× his heart belongs to one, and yet he sleeps around with many
[II]
× no one can tell him what to do. he knows his path, and he'll take no shortcuts
[III]
× deviance from the norm is his fetish
[IV]
× he held nothing sacred, so when hell has risen to catch the sins he had flung, he knows nothing to pray to
[V]
× caution is oil and his destruction is just a match-strike away
[VI]
× a fool of a man that only falls in love after he's married
[VII]
× cynicism isn't wisdom, it's a lazy way of saying you've been burnt
(lyrics from a song)
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What is Boys Don't Cry?
Non-Fiction"...boys can cry too..." This is a Project Book about the issues and complicated roles surrounding the male gender and also works to spread awareness around mental illness. Specifically how men are to handle them versus how society seems to portray...
