On Becoming A Man

I posted this in an otherwise meaningless and pretty pointless thread titled How Old Were You When You Became A Man?. The title sounded like an interesting exploration of issues of masculinity and maturity, but the OP...

y6ezxy;2855763 said:
This is for all you straight dudes.

How old were you when you lost your virginity? I define "virginity" as "the first time you stuck your dick in a pussy".

Sorry, getting blown does not count.

BE HONEST NOW - I'm sure the other dudes really would like to know for comparison.

...made me think I'd waste my effort in even attempting a thoughtful and provocative response, though to the credit of Vince, Sbat and several other more thoughtful contributors, they called out the stupidity and semi-bigoted OP's insinuation that "becoming a man" involved nothing but engaging in vaginal penetration, so I skipped it and moved on.

About twenty minutes later, I revisited the thread and posted this, beginning with a quote from Sbat:

sbat;2858340 said:
So which is it you want to know? When we became men or when we first had sex?

That was actually how I took this thread title before actually opening it and reading the OP. Since I've had sex with a woman (two different women, actually), I'll add that in at the appropriate time and answer the thread according to my original expectations.

I matured physically very young: by the time I was 11 my voice was cracking, by the time I was 12 I had a full bush of pubic hair and hair under my arms. I was physically capable of reproduction but was completely still a boy.

I purposefully waited until I could meet someone who was "right", though I wasn't even really aware of what "right" meant. I was the last of my group of friends to have sex at the age of 17, though it wasn't with a woman/girl, it was with a man in his 40s and I chose him essentially by default.

When I was 18 I became completely financially independent from my family and have remained so ever since. I do not consider either my financial independence nor my having lost my virginity as having "become a man", though they were small steps on the way.

I had my first penetrative sex with a woman when I was 20; it was a caprice on each of our parts done more out of mutual curiosity than love or even lust. She had a regular boyfriend and we never had a repeat. I was still very much not a man yet: boyish and irresponsible, not manly.

I stumbled through three other relationships with men in my 20s and had one other encounter with a woman when I was 24; by that time, I had made some serious inroads in building a career, traveled around three continents, spoke two languages and had an excellent comprehension of two others, but I bored easily, was very fickle and still had no idea what I needed in a partner or what I wanted to do with my life except wake up the next day and start all over again.

I gave up using all illicit drugs when I was 23 due to career pressures and a desire to "grow up", but that didn't make me a man. On my 30th birthday I went to the poshest and most expensive French restaurant in Boston with an ex and his best friend, spending hundreds of dollars in wines alone, but that hardly made me a man in fact, I was as boyish in my outlook then as I'd been ten years previously, just as frivolous, just as hedonistic, just as shallow and materialistic.


Later that Spring, I took an extended (three-week) vacation in Spain, fell in love on a beach and six weeks later was on a plane to Paris to live with someone I thought I’d love forever. It wasn’t until his health started failing that I learned that my capacity for love transcended anything else, and I devoted the last six months of his life to his care, emotionally, spiritually and, to a degree physically as there was no one else to bathe him or feed him. I had a chance to escape all that and run back home to Boston twice, and each time I declined knowing that the future would only bring agony, suffering and despair not just for him, but for me as well.

Those six months were a turning point in my life, and I finally started becoming a man, but it wasn’t until two years after he’d died, returned to Boston and decided to renew my career, gaining back my life from years of grief that I became a man. I was 34.

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There's a reason you are one of the most respected posters here. I rarely read a post and have to go of a think about myself on here, unless im in an argument with someone in the politics forum.

My shower is going to be different from how i envisiged now. :)

A brilliently written piece.
 
This is a profound and very self-aware answer.

I suspect, by your kind of definition, many people don't become "men" or "women" until their thirties or later.

I have experienced several situations in my life that matured me, but two stand out above the others -- my mother's protracted and ultimately fatal cancer when I was a kid, and the realities of having married the wrong man at twenty-one and knowing it less than a year later, but taking another thirteen years to be able to let go.

I think I became a woman sometime during that fourteen-year marriage, although sometimes I feel like I'm not a woman yet, even now.
 
Thanks, Lems. I hate wasting grade-A stuff in shitty threads and might start doing this more often.

My other LPSG blog posts are material I cut and pasted from The Spin Cycle, my personal (off site) blog. The link's in my signature.
 
The cliché, B_D, is that life's a journey, not a destination. There are many ways that I retain a boyish enthusiasm and cling to the few shreds of optimism (as opposed to succumbing to bitterness) that I can, despite the steady creep of cynicism that is kind of inevitable after a certain age. I am still capable of rampant irresponsibility, still treat life as an adventure in hedonism and am still occasionally self-destructive, but I've grown to embrace those qualities as what makes me me.
 
I can't agree more with you. I wondered the same with the thread. becoming a man is so much more than losing your virginity.

I started to become aman around 4 years ago, but won't explain here because it says too much about my life.
But becoming a man is a proces for a lifetime. And tbh, what is 'becoming a man' exactly...

Good post.
 
At least from my perspective, becoming a man means an ability to make and keep commitments, especially those that didn't quite work out as first planned. It's the recognition that follow-up on important matters is essential if you want to see them go they way you'd like. It's the ability to be completely self-reliant and, conversely, knowing when and from whom to ask for help when you need it.

Being a man means not just learning from one's mistakes, but actually changing thoughts/patterns of behavior so that you don't make that same mistake over and over again. Being a man is knowing when and what to compromise and when not to. Being a man is putting the interest of your loved ones ahead of your own, even when it hurts.

Being a man is surviving a walk through the fire with your mind, spirit and dignity intact, being aware of how it happened and why but not letting yourself succumb to bitterness. Being a man involves making educated and informed risks without fear of failure.
 
I sense, Bbucko, that some might say you're describing a Mensch. A very good description.
 
by your standards, and mine as well, i'm still a boy at 22-years old. however, i'm growing everyday. i look forward to manhood.
 
You make a valid point. Becoming a man isn't about sex, money, or even physical maturity, it's about how mature you are psychologically. I admit I'm still a boy, at 22 years old, and will probably be one for another twenty years if I don't meet someone special. The problem is, with maturity, that some men never WILL mature. It's a fact of human nature that most males will always act childish.
 
You make a valid point. Becoming a man isn't about sex, money, or even physical maturity, it's about how mature you are psychologically. I admit I'm still a boy, at 22 years old, and will probably be one for another twenty years if I don't meet someone special. The problem is, with maturity, that some men never WILL mature. It's a fact of human nature that most males will always act childish.

By the standards I've chosen, I've met very few males who really qualify as men: certainly not my father, and he's in his mid-70s.
 
One becomes a man when one steps over a puddle of rainwater, rather than jumping in it..
 

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