So, I will try, once again.
Humanity is a mess. I don't think anyone would argue.
So, why is humanity a mess? If you say it's just the way it is, I will throw up.
I can even narrow it down, though it will be a leap for you to even accept this simple statement. Men are especially a mess. I don't want to get distracted by getting into whether all men are a mess or all women are completely stable. They are not. Some overcome that which should not need to be overcome. Some succumb to the insanity. There lies the problem.
If you are willing to accept that statement, then, why are men a mess? What could possibly be such a burden for men that they cannot accept their situation? What drives them mad?
As a young boy becomes a man, he has the experience of puberty and everything that goes with it. Maybe there are those that are prepared for the colossal failure of coitus to be more than the rutting of an animal but it seems unlikely.
For a human, consciously thinking sentient being, it is starkly clear that coitus can and should be so much more than a few seconds or a very, very few minutes of coupling. It should be able to become an unassisted loving act. No pills, acrobatics, appliances, or alternatives suffice.
The failure to make coitus a loving act is the standard that somewhere between 75% and 99% of men experience. Until it is zero, we will not be human.
In other words, we have inadvertently accepted far less than our sentient, conscious awareness knows should be possible.
Because we are consciously aware, the human race will remain no more than a demented animal until it can do what it knows damn well it can do. Accepting an animal's rendition of coitus diminishes our existence. In many, it diminishes the existence to the point of madness.
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