Men have sought surcease. They should have been seeking success.
No getting around it. Men should have been asking themselves and each other this question all along. "Why can't I last as long as it takes?"
If that were the case, they would have realized a long time ago that their failing is only an animal's failing; any human male can easily succeed.
Instead, they have created a tempest in a tea cup that has gone on for three millennia to distract rather than face what is clearly their unnecessary failing. The failing hits them all right between the eyes as they achieve puberty and begins to gnaw away at their sanity in their twenties.
They don't like it, so they take it out on the world. What a plan. Pout and blow shit up.
It's weird when you think about how the situation must have developed.
It's laughable and ludicrous, really. It's always been treated as the greatest secret that everybody knows. So, in other words, something everyone has kept only from themselves. We turn our existence upside down attempting to avoid the beautiful and inevitable conclusion. Men can love. We are not human until it is so.
So, read on. Or, not. Keep the secret that is no secret to yourself, just like our dim-witted ancestors have done for the last three millennia. Let the awful paranoia of the male gender continue to disrupt our loving nature.