ABSTRACT
Maybe there was a time when the manhood act served to make male Homo sapiens willing to be suicidally dispensable and go to war in defense of the tribe. Maybe there was a time when the manhood act served to dupe males into taking idiotic risks in order to hunt down vicious beasts for food. Maybe there was a time when the manhood act was driven by DNA, so as to get spermatozoa to as many ova as possible, so as to keep everyone fruitful, lest there not be enough fucks and therefore not enough folks. Maybe there was a time when only mothers ruled; therefore they favored their daughters, the future mothers; and so petulant sons rose up in revolt, becoming predatory fathers. Maybe there was a time when the manhood act got divine authorization, through made-up rituals and mysteries (kept in the custody of certain males who were not themselves especially good at the manhood act but who were clever enough to protect themselves by clothing themselves in priesthood or shamanism and mouthing myths for the gullible of manhood’s grandeur and wrath). Maybe there was a time when the manhood act just felt good-like a high, like an adrenaline rushat least until you got killed at it, and then you didn’t feel anything, so what the heck.
