Adorable and sexual, alt sensual, has never made me comfortable.

Vulnerable without wariness brings up the concern of an accidental crushing. It may as be that this is a symptom of being large, blunt, and preferring to avoid damage. Like an elephant at camp : Always leave it better than how you found it. Don't step on things.

Couple this with the deep little callous on social fingers and too much soft underbelly tempts that bit who drinks tea with demolition men and ancient Spanish priests. Bring out unfortunate tendencies of "tough love" "builds character" and crucible purification techniques. And all this even with the realization of vulnerability as false character front hiding a valid strength of person behind it! The whole dual nature scene : Protective, Predatory. It's a male thing, seems to be.

Then comes desire, they say, and it's not the best of the best. Vulnerable, cute, these meant to be flags showing purity, feminine first-come first-serve yet to be enacted. Sexuality says it less so. Again, the masculine impulse, deep, primordial, we want to be the first in virgin soil. It's less powerful the urge when we have little reason to believe we're the first plow in the county, but when the telltales that come with the inexperience of innocence are there glowing like giant, nubile fireflies, what's a man to do? Conflicting impulses, order of the day.

It all just comes down to that overtold and oversold battle between "Man's Higher Impulses and His Dark Urges", which has always been a piece of bullshit when applied personal-like. Integrated, mostly, is the me you see. Not all the loopholes quite worked out. It's a long and reactive process, worst of the types, as loopholes are invisible 'til something gets in through'em.

Oh, it's all very stereotypical. And too much cuteness makes me sick most of the time, too much loving embrace of weakness, enraging you can be well informed.

What's a fellah to do?