Man Up: Reimagining Modern Manhood by Carlos Andres Gomez 2012.
“The truth is, only when we move away from what we’ve subconsciously learned can we ever truly find and know who we are”(90).
This book is a real page turner. He talks about the immense suffering from not being able to be vulnerable with other men, his family, and with women.
While Gomez talks about having only had intercourse, sex, with six women with whom he was in a relationship and with whom he used a condom each time(65), he has numerous, numerous hookups, with allegedly receiving a lot of unprotected oral sex. So while he champions safe sex, he himself was not fully practicing it. Also, I wish he really explored much more in depth these hookups- even from the women’s point of view. Now, he did give us a hint that there was a performative aspect. For example at his after prom how two girls took their tops off to be with him and one went down on him while seducing him with her eyes. He says now he views marriage and fatherhood as things that require “a life-altering leap of faith” but now he no longer sees “fear as a burden” (67).
“Fear means something really important is on the line. It means the stakes are highest when you’re shaking, about to walk out in front of two thousand people and strip open your story in front of them. And courage is never the absence or avoidance of fear; it is the deep inhalation of it—a frightened, shallow breath turned into a powerful shout or belted song note.
Fear is the fuel behind everything great that I have ever done. It is the symptom of my passion and my sensitivity. And I have made it my life’s work to take all of those quivering vulnerabilities in my body and turn them into those resonating stories and truthful poems that make the broken parts of me heal And I thank God for discovering that I am only as strong as those fears I am willing to confront.” (68)
He reflects on one of these hookup (hookup relationship) where he “placated her…then…stalled…then …fed her lines about how I ‘wasn’t ready’ and ‘needed more time….this was a ritual I had mastered and continued to replicate with numerous women….I kept us in a holding pattern because it was convenient for me. And like the others, she trusted me and gave me the benefit of the doubt as I used her like a cheap prostitute that I never paid…Sure I valued our friendship on some level, but, in the most chauvinistic, shallow, and despicable of ways, I used her”(119). Then when he got into a relationship where he started to think of marriage, he ‘felt the dread of being trapped, of having my individuality and my freedom constrained by being in a relationship”(121).
He talks about his vision of being a professional basketball player, but notes how for him the appearance was most important, “to look good doing it, to show up the other guy I was playing against, to be the top dog at all costs, the alpha male by any means necessary”(152).
“When the only consistent force in a person’s life is violence, how can you expect him to be peaceful?”(182)
He comments on the dire need for men to have “a shared language” (184). He says this in the context of thinking of how black men look at him with his black girlfriend. He mentions a couple of times when a brawl started at a bar between him and someone how he teared up and one man was so in shock, as if a grenade had gone off and said ‘Yo fo’real, son. Chill. Just chill out , man”(186).Conversely he discusses how anger was his “go-to shield” that he used instead of crying if his feelings were hurt. “I would fight back with all of the venom and spite and rage in my body. Do everything I could to push the “girly” feelings down.”(197) He was very anxious about losing emotional control and anger was a front (197).
I was impressed by his honesty in relaying how he shirked back upon seeing his landlord’s black son, a child; it was his black skin that elicited fear in him. He was aware that he ‘felt threatened and afraid” He then connects his actions to the shootings of Amadou Diallo and Sean Bell (39-40).
“When we, as men lock away our pain and vulnerability, it slowly kills us. It casts a dark shadow over our gifts and our heart. It slowly eats away at the sacred, fractured pieces of ourselves that will, ultimately, make us whole. We all collude in this silent game. And in those moments when I catch a glimpse of men battling against the imprecise, unscripted magic of their bodies, I think...of Thoreau: “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them” (217).
I liked his line from “What’s Genocide” “You wonder why children hide in adult bodies”
He discusses finding poetry where he could show who he was (227-235).
He further reflects on his hooking up and deduces that “I would put the women I was intimate with on trial. Actually, sentencing would probably be a better analogy than trial. And I would justify it under the pretext of me being moral and responsible, but really I was carefully building my case for an escape route for whenever I might need it. And that’s how I did things. It was my way of methodically doing the dirtiest and sleaziest shit and walking out the other end clean”(242-243). He recaps his routine of before hooking up asking about being tested for STDs, views on abortion, if the woman was ok with only a hookup with only giving oral sex to him and “after I’d gotten whatever I wanted, I’d discard her. I’d kick her to the curb, after ravenously feast on her body and heart and spirit. As she sobbed on my shoulder, or, oftentimes, over the phone, I’d sit there with my partly genuine, mostly strategic empathy and, ultimately, remind her, “I told you this before—I’m not ready for a relationship”(243). Further he reflects on really using women after he even knew they “were getting attached”. He felt that telling them there was no commitment or relationship got him off the hook and made him look good(243). Refreshingly, he analyzes himself and deduces that “I realized that I have been prostituting my honesty since adolescence “(243-244)
He comes to terms with his armor of masculinity while walking away from his future wife after learning she had just had sex with her boyfriend (Gomez and her were merely re-initiating contact at this stage). He reflects on his flings that “they [the women] have been the benefactors forced to pay my ego’s hefty tariff—all a means to me returning to my moral high ground and feeding the inflated fantasy I had of myself.” He related how he has forced himself to “end the selfish cycle”. He finds that he “played the contrived role for years, another man of a million masks, treating women like shit to feed my ego. “ He tries to:
“peel away all of this wreckage I once foolishly mistook for armor. Because that’s what it is –wreckage. And men love devastation, the way an addict fiends for a pipe or a needle. It is a yearning for our own destruction, embodying the darkest parts of our despair and hopelessness, mistaking it for our ascension to power. And we confuse the seeking of power for meaning and relevance when it’s only destruction. And then we build up flimsily walls around ourselves out of the rubble from our journey, pretend we’ve escaped the pain and guilt and agony of the stories attached to each artifact. But that’s a lie. I am at a point in my life where I need to remove the clutter and debris, where I need to realize that there is no armor, much less shining shields held by square-jawed knights. It is time to put down our steel. What is outside of us, fastened to our bodies, can never protect us. We are only saved by what is within.
And that is the only way to truly connect and find love—without the masks and armor to hide behind. Like many men, I spent so long guarding what I had inside I nearly missed out on fully connecting with the woman of my life. And I easily could have gone an entire lifetime like that and then died alone in a graveyard of my own making, buried by the debris of my insecurity, defensiveness, and pride. For years, I told myself the armor was there to keep me safe, but, in truth, it was preventing me from fully living. Because there is no aliveness like that shared with a loving partner, both of you stripped bare—as naked, unapologetic, and revealed as the day you were born”(259-260)
He somehow says he felt not worthy of love.(264) Perhaps this came from seeing his parents divorce? He mentions that and moving around as a kid so much as factors(269)
“When the words ‘beautiful’ and ‘I love you’ become like land mines in your life—things to be avoided at all costs—what do we become? How do we not begin to devalue what we have to share with the world?”(265). He even talks about fear of love between him and his male friends and his brother-in-law.
After having a heart to heart with his future brother-in-law whose engagement was on the rocks, his brother in law kissed him on the cheek as they said goodbye and Gomez’s body seized up, though his heart felt love:
“I recognized that day one of the harshest tariffs that comes along with this masculinity I had struggled against: fear of love. Fear of being held and kissed and knowing someone attributes that word to us. We keep our distance because it comes with responsibility and expectation and commitment. There are so many kinds of love, but one thing they all have in common is giving. And there are certain kinds of giving more acceptable to my masculine socialization than others”(267)
With men on the street, strangers, he even senses this hostility towards openness or attention. As he tried to greet his neighbor, he was met with hostility “It was as though my curious glance his way could only be an introduction to combat, as though a gentle grin and soft head nod in his direction were only patronizing or manipulative or part of a conspiracy. That’s what men of color learn of love—conspiracy. It is what we are taught. Anything tender, gentle, affectionate, with arms open is a mirage, a Siren that does not exist, only there to crash our ship on the rocks. It is only there to fool us.”(275).Gomez had wanted to say “I am looking at you. You are here. You are important. Both of us are. Let’s keep it that way. We are each irreplaceable. I don’t want to die today. Do you?”(276). “And then I realized the only conspiracy that existed was in my own perception, in the way I self-sabotaged my own joy and fulfillment by never allowing love in, refusing to accept that any love could be made just for me, that I was meaningful enough for a stranger to notice me on my front stoop and say, “Hello”(276).
He touches on forgiveness in terms of forgiving those who have hurt us and in terms of forgiving ourselves for failing or for being sensitive:
“When men are able to forgive themselves for their emotions and vulnerabilities and their desires for family and love and safety, that’s when we will live in a less violent world. To fill the void of family, there are gangs. To fill the void of insecurity, there are guns and knives and weapons and wars that presidents fight on behalf of their fathers. To fill the void of love, there are women we use like bus stops, like accessories, like junk food.”(295)
He recounts how for years after his parents’ divorce, his father wanted pictures of the kids. One Christmas many years later his sister gives him an album she put together and his Dad cried. “This is my definition of joy—the moment when a person finally lets go, finally forgives him or herself, finally drops the performance and the posturing and acknowledges how similar all of us are who navigate this world, with all of our shared fear and self-consciousness and embarrassment and laziness and courage and beauty and pride and coping…and everything in between”(300).
Indeed it is vulnerability and perceived failure that appears to fuel men’s anger, abuse and violence. He realizes that “In the times I’ve felt worst about myself—when I’ve felt unimportant and ugly and stupid—that’s when I have been most ready to fight. That’s when I wanted to just fuck some random girl, have her suck my dick, and tell her to get out when we’re done. Those moments when I’ve been most down and out, that’s when I cut in line to get on the bus and have less patience and don’t’ look people in the eye.”(304-305). He also talks about consumption as a way to numb the pain (305).