As a straight man I sometimes have the same fixation that all the men that have written about it through the ages must have had.
The problem of women.
Vexing, dismaying, enraging, alluring, lovely, injurious, nurturing, destructive, wise, infantile. Who knows? I certainly don’t. But I’ll be damned if sometimes I’m not absolutely driven to distraction, to the point that I feel as though I’ll need days and days of sleep to recover.