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The Men's Council
"Men" column By Bob Andelman
(Originally published in The Big Guava, 1992)
I am man, hear me drum.
Picture if you will, a room full of grown men and women gathered
on weathered chairs and sofas in two rows of a semi-circle, pounding
tightly stretched skins to the beat of a rhythm only they can
hear. It isn't an orgy of plastic surgery patients; it's a meeting
of ""Men of the '90s' held recently in St. Petersburg.
The meeting starts with the beat of a big bass drum, but because
these are mostly middle-aged white people, they must first be
instructed to keep time with the man beating the bass. And drum
they do. Some pound expensive, intricately decorated designer
drums; others have primitive looking drums. One man works out
a beat on a snare drum while another bleats out a tune on a flute.
Most everyone brought an instrument; some have extras, to share.
BOOM - Boom - BOOM - Boom - TWEAT (Remember the guy with the
flute) - Boom - BOOM ...
For 17 solid minutes, more than 30 men and 10 women who paid
$10 each for the pleasure, pound, beat and tap in the musty clubhouse
at Coquina Key Arms North. The only woman not drumming looks
bewildered and waves off the man with the biggest drum in the
room when he offers her a rattle.
If this were an Indian tribe and the leader of the group makes
repeated reference to Hopis and Native Americans as the night
wears on it would be the White Sheep.
A real man would have stood up and told them to cut the crap,
he was getting a headache.
And one more thing: who invited the women? Like any of us is
going to speak out with somebody's wife or girlfriend inches
away. Sure. The unescorted women must think this is the '90s
way to pick up men. And all this faux male hugging? Stick to
shaking hands, will you? There's nothing like a good firm handshake
to convey manliness.
When the pounding stops, Timothy J. Schreck, co-founder of the
Morning Star Institute and the Tampa Bay Men's Council, stands
before the group.
""Ho!'' he says.
""Ho!'' ""HO!'' ""Ho!'' ""HO!''
answers the council.
""If you don't know what to say, just say ''Ho!'''
advises Schreck. If only Nancy Reagan could hear this.
Schreck introduces tonight's guest, Jeffrey Duvall. ""Jeffrey
does 'found ritual work,''' according to Schreck, although what
that means is probably as subject to interpretation as performance
art. Duvall balding, bespectacled, clean shaven and wearing a
blue vest is managing editor of the Colorado-based Men's Council
Journal and a leader in the movement.
(The Men's Council Journal subtitled ""Stories of Male
Experience'' publishes personal reminiscences, poetry and profiles
of real men, also includes advertising for drum making workshops,
men's journeys to spirituality, massage therapy and incest or
sexual abuse renewal groups.)
""I really respect you all very much and your courage
for being here,'' says Duvall. ""(Our) work has nothing
to do with isolating ourselves from women or children or from
our responsibility to the earth. It has to do with coming into
the right relationships. ... That aspect of being a whole man
means you have something to offer, whether it be a woman, your
children or the earth.''
(Huh?)
The woman who wouldn't shake a rattle earlier interrupts. ""What
did you mean by '... offer your women'?'' she asks, agitated.
""Offer ourselves. Our passion, our jealousies,'' says
Duvall, defusing the moment.
Duvall tells a story about how, when he was 10 years old, he
bonded with his grandfather while ice fishing on Lake Erie. The
old man was one of few words, although Duvall does capture the
reverence with which many men save for their grandparents. ""Watching
Grandpa was like watching Buddha or some other holy man,'' he
says. But the rest of the story takes a weird turn as Duvall
describes a fight he had with his parents as a teen. ""There
was violence,'' he says. ""There was bloodshed. I went
crazy. I went into the street in my skivvies not knowing where
I was going.'' He wound up on his grandparents' porch, met by
his grandfather. ""He said, 'You had a rough night.
From now on, you'll live here.'''
When the story is over, Duvall sits down, expectant.
Nothing. Then:
""HO!'' ""Ho!'' ""HO!'' ""Ho!''
Duvall grins.
""Does anyone know where 'Ho!' comes from?'' he asks.
""It comes from Native American people. I want to thank
them for giving it to us. It means 'I hear you.'''
The topic changes abruptly to men's sensuality. It is one of
the most arid and boring lectures on the subject ever heard in
these parts, full of cosmic platitudes and the importance of
getting in touch with one's self. It sounds a lot like a lecture
from the woman who just wants to be friends. ""We're
not talking about sex here, we're talking about sensuality,''
says Duvall. ""If we're not able to be sensually free,
there's a piece of the pie missing and the soul is not being
fed. ...
""Because the male genitalia is on the outside, there
seems to be an image in many cultures that men are naturally
disconnected from themselves. ... I remember, as a boy, saying
my genitalia were my mind and I didn't have a mind.''
Genitalia? See, if all these women weren't present, he wouldn't
have said genitalia.
When Duvall finishes his spiel, he asks the group to share their
thoughts on men's sensuality. Two women raise their hands; no
men do. The first woman explains how when she gets very upset,
she must bring herself down. ""How do you do it?''
asks Duvall. ""I meditate,'' she says.
Thanks for sharing. Anyone else?
Another woman. She's a massage therapist who admits to having
""sensual relationships'' with many of her male clients.
She tells them they shouldn't be embarrassed by their "sensual"
responses to her touch. In closing, she urges everyone to go
home and touch someone. She especially likes hugging trees.
""Thank you for not shaming the men who fall in love
or in lust with you,'' says Duvall.
""HO!'' ""Ho!'' ""HO!'' ""Ho!''
The men are quite emphatic in their "Ho!"s on this
point.
About this time, between stifling laughs and yawns, I am reminded
of a scene in the recent film ""My Girl,'' which is
set in the 1960s. A creative writing class led by Griffin Dunne
sits cross-legged on the floor in a circle, holds hands and attempts
to see each other's ""aura.'' As each student talks
in platitudes about everything and nothing, it becomes the turn
of the movie's pre-teenage star to speak. What do you feel? she's
asked. ""I feel his hangnail,'' she answers.
The only man in the audience who speaks up in the first 90 minutes
of the meeting actually makes sense. A rough looking guy in his
late 40s, muscular, with tattoos on his forearms, he says that
attending these functions has introduced him to the notion of
men as compassionate beings. Instead of trying to out-sell and
out-seduce his fellow man, he is learning to lean on men when
the burdens of life get too great.
"Today, I can call a man on the phone I always thought women
were the only ones who were compassionate," he says. ""Today
I realize I can go to another man and say I'm in pain, this is
what I need. I'm developing a trust of my fellow man.''
I am man, heal my pain.
But lose the drums.
©2000, All rights reserved. No portion
may be reproduced without the express written permission of the
author.
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