Is masculinity nothing but the hard planes of a muscular body, so rough and rugged that it blends seamlessly into the desert itself? What is the masculine body for? Is it merely a vehicle for pain, for rigidity, for holding back so strictly from the edge and never giving into softness? Is it a parody of hardness, always veering towards brittleness, always an anti-climax, an explosion that happens offscreen?
What is the masculine body for? Is it meant to be…
