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The Position of Man

I'm going to try and approach this as clearly as I possibly can, but by the fucking stars I am pissed off. This ignorance just- it hurts me. I hate it and it hurts me, but here we go.

In her hunger for knowledge and understanding, however, Xiomara seems to forget that she exists in a position of power, given to her simply by her sex.

Men have been put in the place of human women when it comes to culture. Eonians see men as the weaker of the two sexes, incapable of handling the decision making, unable to live lives outside of the home, or outside of the world of pleasure and comfort-folk. It has been a point in Eonian history to ensure men stay linked to women, with the referral of "This is [Woman]'s Husband" as a title. Husband is often used as a title, and Simp a name of honor in the past centuries. Left Hand Man was a referral to a Husband, and any Lady of the House would be ashamed if her Husband cuckolded her by sleeping with another woman, if that woman even allowed it.

Since Eonians remain a Monarchy, it's noted Men have never had a strong political say unless a Queen died before her daughter was able to take the throne, and then when the child came of age, the King would step down into the position of what is called "Hon-Qui", translated roughly into "Husband of the Kingdom". That man would never be allowed to marry again without his daughter's explicit permission, and no other man would be allowed to speak with him, essentially isolating him from any support system, and from any other source of love. Because obviously no man can outshine a woman, nor can he offer any kind of helpful advice. That was genuinely the attitude at the time.

And for some, it still is the attitude. Extending beyond the Monarchy, the men in the villages and in meetings were sent away to handle the children, to school their children in the ways of the Matriarchy. Little boys were told to keep their hands off the little girls, told to watch their fathers cook while Mothers taught their Daughters to bookkeep, and what good decision-making skills were necessary to "take care of your brother and father."

I have seen countless stories of men being rejected from jobs in Eonian cities simply because it is thought they cannot do the math, or learn the skills required to lead. I have heard stories of Eonian women "accidentally" insulting gay couples, including some who are the leaders of mainland City-States, because "which among them has capacity to bring forth life amongst them?", meanwhile leaving lesbian couples and even encouraging them to seek artificial insemination so they can raise "strong enough" children.

Hearing stories of other men putting up with the slop that women have thrown onto us upsets me. And it upsets me even more to think Xiomara believes just being told that "oh, then I'll tell them to refer to you by name" from one Queen decades ago is enough to undo every slur and the cemented idea that men cannot be wise, cannot lead a city, cannot be maternal and support others, that men have no talents outside of pleasure and beauty— It's an insult.

Yes, historically, there have been figures to help Eonian men, but studying them and simply saying "that was enough progress" does not change the present. There is a lack of studies on masculine Eonian physiology that actively causes issues with education and treatment of male Eonians. There's this constant pass for male to female transitioning Eonians because "who wouldn't want to be female?" while female to male Eonians are told to seek therapy, and sometimes to consider intensive sex work first to ensure that that is the life they truly want.

Many Eonians also believe men have it so much easier, including in the world of pleasure, simply because we do not "need" to fend for ourselves as much as women do. According to the traditional societies, we do not need to compete, we can take pleasure in sticking around our fellow men and banding together, because "all men are beautiful, pleasurable creatures, they are idle and lonely without their cliques".

I have watched and listened to my friends complain about how nobody can believe they chose to be in a traditionally feminine major at colleges abroad, yet also telling me how every Eonian woman looks at them with disgust when they choose to pick a subject that would be masculine and encouraged if they were human. I've listened to how they've either sabotaged themselves or others simply to get ahead or stay behind, because they wanted the company of someone who didn't approve of their aspirations, or because they didn't want their friend to be crushed by the perceptions of others. They diminished their aspirations, hidden hobbies and interests, pretended to be anything other than feminine, for the sake of finding Eonian partners that their families would approve of. They asked me not to name names, but I feel this highlights a societal problem with the perception of male Eonians, and how these stereotypes and assumptions impact every last one of us.

I've, personally, had to wrangle with my own doubts about taking care of what is essentially an extension of my own body, thanks to the rumours amongst Eonians on the island. Other men, women, even children asking questions about my ability. Questioning "is he strong enough? I'm surprised the island is still growing." "Poor thing must need a wife, no? He can't do this all on his own." "Is he making the right choices? Can he? How can he understand a woman's place if he has never lived with one in his home? Can he even meet a woman's needs?" "He must be so stressed, have to wonder if he knows the sweet pleasures of simply letting a strong, capable woman save him from his troubles?"

I've been rejected by multiple potential partners, hell, even people who I just wanted to befriend, time and time again simply for stating that no, I won't just be someone's trophy spouse someday, I have responsibilities at home to take care of and would like to be responsible for my own finances and social engagements. It's still that. Bad.

But I am getting ahead of myself, that's not the only thing there is to the whole issue of misandry within Eonian culture. I know there are plenty of other examples within our history books that I could cite, but I'd much rather focus on a more modern instance.

Which leads me to a story of our own, one Xiomara has forgotten to mention, because it is not yet a part of our history books.

But just because our Father isn't dead, doesn't mean he hasn't struggled to fit in with Eonian society, and certainly doesn't discount the issues he and Sarothi faced when trying to get married. All because he was the one with the income, the one who proposed and the one who was going to take care of our mother, and not the other way around.

Yaldabaoth, a successful church leader, civil engineer, and security advisor to the largest City-State in this simulation, known as Quellston, could not be wed to my mother in the traditional Eonian fashion like they both had wanted. There could be no handfasting ceremony, no lifting of the veil, and certainly no Eonian witnesses, because he was a man, trying to take care of a woman.

As my parents told it, it was an…Interesting experience for them to be officially married. Now, I couldn't say if it was a clerk being an asshole intentionally, but there was so much wrong with how they handled it.

Yaldaboath explained it as a matter of bias, explaining plainly that my mother had been working on getting her prosthetics refitted that week, and chose to be in a wheelchair to limit the stress on her body. I.. Don't think he realized the full implications of them being biased against his sex and her disability though.

"Sir, are you certain you can handle the responsibility?" the Eonian clerk asked, raising an eyebrow. "This does state you would be taking care of your Fiance, full time, with all the financial burden." They slid the clipboard back over the counter.

Sarothi glanced at Yaldaboath, between the two of them, it wasn't a matter of whether or not they were sure, it was just a matter of ensuring the legal side was taken care of. They were already married.

"I'm not sure what you mean," Yaldaboath remarked, pushing the paperwork back to the clerk, "She is my wife, and we take care of one another just fine."

"Well, I'm just making sure. It's irregular for a man to state he is marrying a woman. The tradition is a woman marries her man and promises to take care of him." The clerk absentmindedly remarked. "I imagine it'll be very difficult for you to adjust."

"You have a very odd definition of marriage if you believe that there isn't equal care already-" Yaldaboath began, shaking his head with a bit of a chuckle.

"They assume there isn't. It's either that the wife fully takes care of and looks out for her husband, or that the husband must be suffering because he has to work at all." Sarothi interrupted, disappointed. Mom explained she thought that this wouldn't be an issue, especially working within a city a little further away from the majority of Eonians. "Usually the woman marries a man, with the detail of the man having the freedom because he can't be trusted-"

"That- that wasn't what I was saying ma'am-" the clerk tried to cut her off, flustered and quickly taking the paperwork. "I was just making sure he was sure-"

"Making sure?" Yaldaboath cut off the clerk, glaring at them, frowning. "I am certain I want to marry my wife. Please just process the paperwork."

"Well, I- I'm just going to-"

"I will not take anything you offer me, please process the paperwork." Yaldaboath warned yet again, this time staring daggers at the clerk. Sarothi gently tugged on his hand, pulling his attention away.

"She's doing it out of a concern, dear, not because of malice, even if it is disrespectful not to take your word the first time."

"Right," Yaldaboath sighed, watching as Sarothi nodded. "I had hoped that trying to do this in the city would have been less of a hassle for the both of us. Suppose those bias training modules need to be reinstated." He told me at that moment he could tell how uncomfortable she was with the interaction. It did bother her how often people would judge just based on appearances, thinking that she would be incapable of caring for Yaldaboath the same way he cared for her. He wouldn't let that stand.

So casually, as he was turning to face the clerk once again, Yaldaboath let his Civic Works badge peek out from under his coat. He watched the clerk for a moment, making sure that they saw it.

"If you wait for about fifteen minutes, the official certificate should print." The clerk couldn't look him in the eye, quickly realizing that the comment was meant for them as another warning.

"Thank you," Yaldaboath remained as collected as he could have, walking with Sarothi to wait for the certificate to print. They had made it a point to discuss the future, waiting there.. They wouldn't elaborate on the details of what that future looked like at the time, but Dad did mention how he'd be elated to invite his colleagues from work to their celebration.

The clerk had turned a deep shade, likely out of embarrassment, or anger at what they might have considered a shameful display while listening to them talk.

The court of public opinion just so happened to side with the clerk, especially after they made it known that Yaldaboath had spoken up more than Sarothi had. For months, despite their best attempts, Sarothi was dragged within Eonian circles, and Yaldaboath was relentlessly harassed. Both sexually and verbally. While Eonians had simply seen Sarothi as being cucked by Yaldaboath, Yaldaboath was being called several different things.

Sex deprived, isolated, acting-out bastard, a man without pleasure, a man in need of a woman to show him his place. "Entitled Male Makes Off With Washed-Up Queen", "History's First: A King Who Doesn't Take No As An Answer", "Men Who Don't Know Their Place; Yaldabaoth, bad fit for King?"

Thousands of articles speculating on whether or not he was also transgender, whether or not he was sexually confused, mentally deficient, all kinds of speculation surrounding him and my mother. Hateful rumours, comments about their bodies, their work, their lives in general..All because Yaldaboath had been the one to sign the paperwork in the order that he was marrying Sarothi, and not the other way around. It shouldn't have mattered either way!

It came to a close, according to them, when everyone found out that he had been the one to give birth to me and Xiomara. Somehow, the press went silent, considering that an assumed human man had given birth to two healthy children could only mean one thing. Then, there were a few retractions of certain articles, and other articles published declaring the Royal Family as being as whole and strong as ever. That the children would be such a joy for Eonians, and that they were in a healthy family that could withstand the struggles of growing together in the spotlight.

On some level, it feels like the clerk was using Sarothi's disability as a shield to hide their misandry, having become more embarrassed each time they were caught blaming one issue or the other. For a lot of the problems within the sexist beliefs of Eonian culture, people think it can all be hand-waved just because there's a disability paired with it. A man needs to stay home because of chronic migraines? Oh, that's just a man being a man and dramatic, just let him stay home anyways and he'll be fine, or some other shit like that. It actively prevents some men from getting the medical help they need because the belief has been ingrained in them that they already are being accommodated, as they can sit back and rest at home while their wives take care of everything else, when that's not really the case. Not only is home-management a full-time job, but everyone, disability or not, deserves a good quality of life, with treatment for illnesses and issues that prevent them from living the life they want, without judgement for being "lazy", "dramatic", or "high-maintenance".

That's just the kind of thing I have to contend with for the rest of my life, and just assuming that some historical figures working to help the representation of men in the past, or that we should be satisfied because of where we stand in the moment, where we're harassed everyday, underpaid by fellow Eonians, treated as less capable (and more impulsive) simply because of our assigned sex.

It's insulting, and I am deeply concerned Xiomara is falling into the same patterns she's been exposed to being taught that activism for men can be over now that this much progress has been made. Xiomara just doesn't understand.

She doesn't see a lot of what goes on behind closed doors, so to speak. She doesn't see the Eonians glaring at me, the nasty comments under breaths about men being incapable, and she certainly doesn't see how "love-meets" are dehumanized as sluts for women's pleasure and their pleasure alone. The drastic difference in medical care for men and women, given men are supposed to be the tough, hardy types that don't need medicine for anything. I don't think she's really aware of her own privileges either. She doesn't have to look over her shoulder on the island, and doesn't have to defend herself from unwanted and untoward comments about being "hung" or being assaulted.

I think she's got a long way to come from her ignorance, especially considering she's the more sheltered of the two of us. I have had to interact with Eonians everyday, while she still lives in Dad's old house, isolated, studying a walking distance away from her college campus. I asked her to come this week to help me with some particularly unruly folks. They listened to her immediately when she asked them to leave. It took me calling her to get rid of them despite my best efforts to assert myself, just because they couldn't respect my boundaries as a man.

I need her to think about that more, especially given how often she shoots me down when she hasn't done half the research herself!

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