As a man when the sun sets and the urges and desires have been satiated, all that I wish to do is lay my head on your breast and cry.

When I look up eyes all red and salty tears dripping down until your skin, know that there would be no masks, no anger, for your feminine power would have weaved a web of love over the deep dark abyss hole that I have in me.

The demons would be slayed and your spirit would be triumphant and the boy sitting on the log where the hole was now looks up and sees the liberated woman standing strong in the light saying come her my boy.

You are now free like me. You are a man so respect it , love it , and fight until the death for it but use love not hate.

For it is time to build the house called a hearth where two partnered souls build together to live forever in peace and harmony.

The boy grabs the hand of the woman and realizes it is a girl his age, and they both going skipping off into the field to live free and to be.

Note: Everything you wrote about I agree 100% with as it should be.