Men

I did a lot of running about yesterday, including a trip to the dermatologist (I'm like a dalmation). As such, I've had a three day break from the hot man love. I wouldn't say I'm returning to it. There is only time for so much sex in a horror novel, and I think I'm reaching the saturation point. Kaito has to get out bed and do other things. Run for his life, for instance. It is very important that he say alive. Not just for himself but for, well, pretty much the whole world.

I have spent a lot of time thinking about how he will feel about this. No man wants to be told that he is a precious precious flower, far too valuable to be unprotected for even a fleeting moment. I'm not saying that women get off on being damsels in distress, or that it is a natural role for them. It isn't. Nor am I trying to make a statement on gender roles. There are plenty of men and women who would avoid danger by throwing orphans between themselves and the monster.

But we're not talking about them. Kaito is perfectly willing to take care of himself, and is as manly as manly can be without becoming a douchebag. Now he is going to be told that he has to let other people do his fighting for him. That will be a blow to the tender nuts of his pride. Worse, he will be told to stand back and "hope for the best" if the man he loves has to act as a human shield. Even with the world at stake, I don't know if he can do that. We might be screwed.



*A rare photo of the reclusive human male