I, man.
I am a male and I like it.
I don't have to suffer the pain of hell every three weeks and I like it.
I don't have to worry if someoneelse is dressed like me and I like it.
I can be proud of some parts of my body with persons like me and I like it.
Where I spend few hours every day it's like Godzilla's playground and I like it.
I am a Sapiens Sapiens, not very Erectus because I spend lot of my time on a chair.
And I cry.
I like to cry for emotion, for pain (This I like less) for sadness.
Every animal cries, maybe goldfishes in their bowls too.
And I cried rivers of tears up to day and I think I'll cry again in the future.
This makes me less a male? No. I can't squeeze a can into an aluminium made pudding with my bare hand.
If I have to squeeze or crash something I use more than 2000 years of evolution.
If I have to annoy somebody I use more than 23 years of experience.
If I have to cry I just do that. And I did it, in Salzburg.
