While we're on the subject, I'd like to talk about a recent experience I had with my wife. After a particularly pressing day, she asked me why I don't share more of myself. I found myself hard-pressed to respond to this question because of the straight-jacket like constraints placed upon me as an adult male in modern America. Suddenly, the urge to cry came over me and I wailed openly. As the tears ran down my cheeks, my first concern was that the facade I had carefully constructed around my persona was now crumbling for all to see. However, rather than judging me to be weak or unmanly, my spouse simply held me and whispered reassurances that I would not be unfairly deemed as feminine.
After the cathartic tears had abated, I wiped my eyes and boldly strode to the DVD player where I inserted the Director's Cut Edition of Brokeback Mountain that is the prize item of my movie collection. Sitting next to each other on the couch, the woman I married and I held hands and felt closer as we ...
... I'm sorry. Have I wandered off topic?
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