jason’s new masculinity

not one human knows this about jason lively of wherever roads go, but i’ve heard his story across the quantum foam, in a verse like yours in most ways that matter, jason saved the lives of thousands of children, and those were just the ones he prevented from going, as you might call it, psuedocommando. their potential victims lives, and all the things they do and will do and the effects, have been felt, nay, absorbed through the vibrational layers coupling across dimensions the signals of jason lively of anywhere roads go.

on the road to mokan city, south from colder regions, jason saw the hills shift to strip-malls, and the air from open to more like dirty laundry. the adults currently functioning as ‘the responsible party’ for jason, talked of races to be won and bills to pay. jason thought of playing, and finding new things he’s never seen, and new places he’d never been, new shapes of places of hide, he thought.

‘will they shape me?’ he whispered to himself.

‘what’s that, buddy?’ the mostly male caregiver asked.

‘i said your bills will pay themselves and your races will race if you win/run them or not.’

the more or less female caregiver looked over her shoulder and replied, “jason lively, thank you for your perspective on our wild life, being human sucks, and you are right, no use it sucking and talking about how much it sucks.”

jason kept watching stores clinging the the interstates access like flies passing, inviting you to stop with giant signs in the sky.

“jason?” she asked int he tone of give-me-your-eyes.

turning to her, “yes, mother?”

she held his gaze, and touched his nose, then the top of his hand, tapping twice like it’s touch screen device. he smiles, he wonders if he smiled because this ritual has trained him to smile, or if it indicated enjoyment or happiness, then he wondered if it mattered, and decided, it did not. he tapped his mother’s hand back, and then zoomed in by pinching to zoom, they both laughed at his oft repeated joke with their ritual to find each other, to ground each other.

the in and out of cities occupied his mother and his life until he decided she did not need him anymore and as familiar with making his way from one situation to another, having places his mother trusted, a topology unknown to most. with out the worry of his mother, jason turned his interest to how to be a man, something he had put off long enough.

he looked around the world and saw children being shot by children, he saw men taking from women what they would not give willingly, he saw men setting up systems to control women’s beauty value for themselves. He couldn’t decide which of these paths of being-a-man he wanted to take, but strong felt there was another way, so he set out to see what these males did before they had to fit in a world they weren’t evolved to occupy, and he went to zoo, the ape houses, and then to university, and to the jungles, where he saw males slaughter children, force the females body to reject the offspring of another so she was available for copulation. he even observed how evolution had learned to protect children from this behavior when the women would give false signals of fertility so their offspring would persist and be protected by the new leader of the pack.

he called his mother one night and told her his observations and conclusions, and she asked…

“jason, if you are saying that men are just a bunch of apes completely under the spell of the image they hold of sexual desire for women and women do what they can to stay out of their way and limit the damage they can do you, i just could have told you that.”

“mother, you did, this is why I looked and looked, but my conclusion on what to do scares me, because, mom, i did the math-“

“n e v e r do the math, dear, you know this,”

“the math says-“

“well, don’t burden me with your problems, jason, please.”

he didn’t burden anyone. but he did then set out to discover a new way be a man, a way that is harmony with this world but also in harmony with the man. and when he discovered the secret, play. he looked around for all those that were left out of human games, and taught them his new masculinity, his way to embrace life’s pull towards using excess calories for play, and to embrace play as the highest form of spirituality, this movement, his side of the quantum foam, saved, lives, changed societies, prevented wars, and let them, the humans, squeeze by, in that universe, when they so often don’t.

so here’s jason’s talk on play and a way to avoid killing each other because of some misunderstood signal from systems meant for a very different environment. jason would say, don’t forget to play, and enjoy playing.