I wrote my first love poem in 1984, when I became lovers with a woman by the name of Diane (Di Di) McCloud. I had first met Di Di while she was running with Gary, a cocaine dealer and friend to both me and Randy Olson. Gary and I became friends, and Gary eventually stored his money and cocaine in a safe house, which happened to be the home that I lived in. How unlucky was that for me! I got the privilege of running with the same important people that Gary did, including prominent local rock and roll DJ’s, as well as the best local rock and roll bands. And, during this time, I started to fantasize about someday hooking up with his sweetie, but I never had any intention of having an affair with her. Somehow, she stayed with Gary for over two years. Di Di was quite the free spirit, as well as a drug addict, so Gary’s appeal may have been enhanced by his constant supply of drugs.
Randy and I were living near downtown Portland at the time We lived on the 22nd floor of the Panorama Tower, and it was at this home that Randy first brought Di Di, who had recently broken up with Gary, into our shared lives. She hung out with Randy for a few days, then lost interest in him. Somehow, we hooked up after that, early in the summer of 1984, and this most beautiful woman professed her love and willingness to stay connected with me shortly after that. I was blown away, as she was the most attractive, sexy woman I had ever seen. I was so inspired by my relationship with Di Di, that I wrote my first love poem in 1984. She treasured the poem, and actually sought another copy of it shortly before her own death early in 1987. She was to become the first person that I felt I had ever truly loved, but we had to let each other go after a short period of time.
Bruce with a 1984 look
I was to see her two more times in April of 1986. I saw her at a bar in Beaverton, and we traveled to the beach together to Seaside to spend the following evening. She was somewhat distracted, and in the intervening eighteen months since I seen her last she had deteriorated in her appearance, looking a little worn. We drank at the local Seaside bars, until I no longer had any desire to drink anymore. I told her that I was going back to the hotel room, and left her the extra key. She stated that she wanted to keep the party going, and continued drinking and carrying on with some of the local folks. She returned to the hotel room at two in the morning, all excited about some new “friends” that she had made, and the great cocaine that they had shared together. She wanted to bring the two guys back into the hotel room to continue the party.
“No thanks, this is where I take my leave!” I announced in a rather angry tone of voice. I grabbed my overnight bag, and headed towards home, even though I was drunk, almost to the point of being in a blackout. Somewhere along Highway 26, beyond the Elderberry Inn, I crashed my car into a guardrail, nearly going over a cliff in the process. I could not get out of the drivers side door, it was so crashed in. I quickly got the car back onto the road, in my attempt to get home before any more trouble befell me. When I finally reached North Plains, I fell asleep at the wheel again, stepped on the accelerator, and rammed into the back of another car at freeway speeds. We both pulled over, and I was able to bribe the owner of the car not to call the police, since I was DRUNK, by writing him a check for $471, which was every last penny that I had in my checking account. My car was totaled, but somehow I was able to make it home, miraculously escaping death or a DUI citation.
Di DI called me a month later, wanting to talk, and wanting a copy of the love poem that I had given her two years before. When we met, she told me that the poem was the most beautiful gift that anybody had ever given her, and that she was sorry that she did not find the spot in her life for me. We both cried, and parted company on rather sad terms. She eventually died one year later, when she was killed in a drunken driving related automobile wreck in Lake Oswego.
Di Di became a part of myself and my consciousness, and I had one profound dream with her in it, shortly after her death. In the dream, I am confronted by a man exhibiting aggressive, unkind, abusive behavior. In the dream, I am appalled, disgusted, and threatened by his manner. I call out to a policeman, imploring him to arrest that man, and protect all of us from his violence. Di Di then walks up to me in the dream, taking the policeman’s place, and states quite plainly that for love to reappear in my life, in all of its fullness, I must first “arrest” all of these negative qualities within myself, and rehabilitate my own passions, then love will reappear. The dream ends, but the journey continues.
Poem Written for Di Di, in 1984.
Though hibernating for oh so long
And hiding from the deep pain of winters’ chill
Love reawakens to sing its special song
So for how much longer can we be still?
With eyes that melt winters’ deepest snow
A tender touch that always seem to say
That all we will ever need to know
Will be learned along Love’s way
Two minds that were brought together
Two hearts that seek to share,
Two bodies that need no tether
Two become one, though still a pair
Heavenly nights and rapturous mornings,
Love promises through all of our years,
The sweet, stirring music of love sings
For two souls who now have the ears to hear.
True love can be the source of dreams
For two hearts continuing to awaken.
I pray that we are all each other seems
And share in Love’s next journey taken.
Di Di Dream 1988: Overcoming Toxic Masculinity Through Self-Reflection
In a world struggling with the pervasive influence of toxic masculinity, my encounter with love and tragedy set me on an introspective quest for self-improvement. The narrative of “Di Di Dream 1988” explores a profound personal transformation inspired by the love of a free spirit named Di Di McCloud. This life experience highlights how I realized the importance of confronting my internalized negative traits as a means to foster love and enlightenment. Although the results were not immediate, this epiphany placed me on a lifelong path toward self-discovery and spiritual growth.
I was once deeply entrenched in the societal norms perpetuated by toxic masculinity. Living in Portland during the tumultuous ’80s, I was part of a fast-paced lifestyle that revolved around rock and roll and excess. This environment, replete with substance abuse and superficial relationships, threatened to numb the true essence of my being. However, it was a chance encounter with Di Di McCloud that offered me a glimpse of love’s potential to enlighten and heal.
Before my transformational experience, I was lost in the labyrinth of patriarchal values, where power and dominance were prized over empathy and connection. My social circle was dominated by individuals who embodied the very essence of toxic masculinity, perpetuating a cycle of aggressive behavior, emotional detachment, and superficiality. These influences not only affected my relationships but also my perception of self-worth and purpose, leaving me with a yearning for something more meaningful.
The turning point arrived in the form of Di Di, a woman as captivating as she was complex—a reflection of the dualities of life itself. Initially drawn to her beauty and spirit, I soon realized that Di Di represented more than just a romantic interest; she was a mirror reflecting my deepest insecurities and unfulfilled potential. Our connection inspired me to pen my first love poem, an ode to vulnerability and the awakening of my softer side.
The call to action came in a dream following Di Di’s untimely death. Confronted by a vision of aggression and hostility, I implored an authority figure for salvation. Instead, Di Di appeared as my savior, urging me to arrest my own negative traits and rehabilitate my passions. This dream was a catalyst, prompting the realization that the path to genuine love and enlightenment begins with self-accountability and transformation.
The impact of this revelation was not instantaneous; it required years of introspection and the dismantling of long-held beliefs. By acknowledging and confronting the toxic elements within myself, I embarked on an evolutionary path that promised eventual full enlightenment. This personal growth has been characterized by a deeper understanding of love, empathy, and connection—factors that are often overshadowed by superficial societal constructs.
Though the metrics of success are not quantifiable, the transformation is evident. My story serves as a testament to the power of introspection and self-reflection. Each step taken towards recognizing and rehabilitating negative traits contributes to the dismantling of toxic masculinity, paving the way for a more compassionate and connected existence.
The narrative of “Di Di Dream 1988” underscores the importance of facing one’s internal demons to foster personal growth and societal change. By challenging the conventions of toxic masculinity, I learned that true enlightenment lies in self-awareness and transformation. My life experience can serve as an inspiring example for others who grapple with similar issues, highlighting the importance of courage and vulnerability in the pursuit of love and fulfillment.
As we continue to explore the intricate web of collective consciousness that sustains patriarchal norms, I invite you to reflect on your own path to self-discovery. Engage with a community of like-minded individuals who are committed to challenging the status quo and cultivating a more enlightened existence.
If you have not already, it may be time to begin your own transformational journey today.
The Shadows of Toxic Masculinity and Its Offspring
In the tapestry of human existence, toxic masculinity has woven itself deeply into the fabric of our cultural norms, shaping not only individual behaviors but also societal structures. Its influence extends far beyond the overt displays of aggression and dominance—it permeates religion, politics, capitalism, and the very essence of how we perceive ourselves and others. This pervasive force contributes to the repression of human emotion, the feminine, and the sublime possibilities for existence. But what are the roots and ramifications of this phenomenon, and how can we begin to challenge and dismantle it?
Toxic masculinity refers to the cultural norms and expectations that define “manliness” in narrow and harmful ways. It emphasizes traits like dominance, emotional suppression, and aggression while devaluing attributes like empathy, vulnerability, and cooperation. These values underpin much of what I call the Common Knowledge Game (CKG)—the shared social understanding of self and others.
The CKG perpetuates unconscious, harsh, and inaccurate self-judgments, leading to poor self-esteem in boys from an early age. This is inculcated by fathers, religious institutions, and cultural norms that remain ignorant or fearful of emotions, including anger and grief. The consequences are manifold:
Suppression of Feelings: Men are trained to ignore or hide their feelings, leading to unaddressed stress and emotional turmoil.
Loss of Safety: Emotional and physical safety is compromised in homes, schools, and workplaces.
Lack of Honest Communication: The inability to communicate honestly breeds feelings of not being heard or appreciated.
Shallow Relationships: Eschewing deep relationships leads to isolation.
Excessive Competitiveness: An obsession with “keeping up with the Joneses” fosters greed and a relentless pursuit of self-worth in disrespectful environments.
People-Pleasing: Sacrificing personal integrity to please others results in inauthentic lives.
Over Dependence on Entertainment: Immersion in superficial entertainment forms a barrier to meaningful social connections.
Unhealthy Lifestyle Choices: Excessive eating, substance abuse, and lack of physical activity contribute to deteriorating health.
Sex as Control: Using sex to manipulate or escape emotional reality forms another layer of dysfunction.
Workaholism: Work becomes an escape, further disconnecting men from family and community.
Toxic masculinity breeds further toxicity in religion, politics, and capitalism. Each domain has incorporated these harmful values, resulting in:
Religious doctrines often reinforce patriarchal structures, emphasizing male authority and control. These frameworks discourage emotional expression and vulnerability, creating spiritual environments that can be more oppressive than liberating.
Political systems, driven by power and control, often reflect the competitive and aggressive traits of toxic masculinity. The result is an environment where empathy and cooperation are sidelined in favor of dominance and personal gain.
Capitalism, with its emphasis on profit and competition, thrives on the principles of toxic masculinity. The devaluation of emotional intelligence and communal well-being in favor of individual success creates a society where exploitation and inequality are rampant.
Women remain the number one oppressed group of humanity, though the blacks/African Americans, native American Indians, and other racial and ethnic groups have not escaped the grasp of white male privilege, masquerading as American Christianity inspired capitalism and politics.
Here are some principles of toxic masculinity that I found live in our collective consciousness, and which also lived in unconscious domains of my own mind and heart. I have exaggerated them, and linked them with common monetary, sexual, and personal power dynamics. And yes, these principles, or variations of these themes, are part of the Common Knowledge Game (CKG) fundamentals for erroneous understanding of self and other. If they appear to mimic some of the values and principle’s underlying Donald Trump’s abhorrent behavior, then you are already paying close attention to our collective consciousness, and its dangerous and sometimes catastrophic influence on the affairs of humanity throughout our history.
I am the center of the Universe. The rest of humanity is here either for my pleasure, for my profit, or for my disdain. I may attend a church occasionally, so that I can create the impression that I worship a higher power than myself. But, I already know that there is no higher power but me. HUMILITY IS NOT AN OPTION FOR ME, and is only for the poor and weak among us.
Truly loving another human being is a sign of weakness, and thus I must continue to suppress all such impulses so that I can achieve my selfish goals. I will carry on a campaign of hatred, judgement, and condemnation of all people unlike myself, all the while claiming to represent their interests at the highest level of my being (with subtlety, if one is of the passive/aggressive nature) . The ignorant people populating my world will hopefully associate my hateful behavior with their understanding of what love is, thus damaging the hearts and souls of all who may fear, respect, and/or follow me. My schizophrenia will be confusing to others, but may still be normalized, as others that I have influenced model and support my behavior.::
People, and Mother Nature itself, are most valuable if they can be monetized. If I can’t make money from my relationship with people or our natural surroundings, then I don’t necessarily need them. They will have to prove that they belong in my life in some other selfish, self-serving ways. I choose to neglect the long term effects of my short sighted thinking, because now is the only moment to profit from others, and from the Earth.
Never admit that I am wrong. Always blame somebody else for my problems. The admission of guilt is a sign of weakness, and only for those who do not have sufficient monetary and legal power. I don’t need your forgiveness for my mistakes, because, as far as you should be concerned, I do not ever make mistakes.
I have a right to choose how much drugs and alcohol that I consume. I do not need feedback from others telling me that I am abusing my medicine and/or alcohol. I have earned the right to drink as much as I feel like, because I have so much stress in my life, and I make so many sacrifices that I deserve an extra break and release through excessive alcohol and;/or drug consumption. I do not have a problem, and if you think that I have a problem with my chemicals, then it is your misunderstanding, and not my own.
Never spend any time in self-reflection or meditation. Developing insight is difficult and time-consuming, and I have more important things to do I am already perfect, I always have been perfect, and everybody else needs to change to accommodate my needs. If I am not “perfect” today, I always have someone, or something, else to blame.
I have a right to use my strong emotions to intimidate and threaten anybody that I need to in order to get my way. My anger is a weapon, to be wielded whenever necessary, and its expression is my first selection from my arsenal of control tools in manipulating and controlling my world.
If I can’t get my way with another human being, then I will cajole or bully them into submission, or attack their name and character, and/or impugn their dignity, until they either submit, or are discredited by my allies.
Everybody unlike me should be distrusted. Relationships built through mutual trust and collaboration can be threatening to my short-term goals, and should not be cultivated, as only alliances of hate and distrust are capable of bringing me to my goals.
The women in our lives are more suited to be our personal possessions than self-sufficient, independent people, and are not to be treated as equals, and are better suited for exploitation for family support, sexual purposes and/or economic gain.
If I can’t get my way through truth-telling, then the telling of lies becomes my most potent weapon. If I am caught in a lie, then it is only your misunderstanding of my point, and not what I said, that is wrong. If I tell the same lie often enough, then people will start to accept the lie as the truth.
If there is no conflict currently in progress, then I must start creating the conditions for the next one, and socially position myself so that I can maximize emotional profits and visibility for myself.
I never will obtain enough money, power, sex, or attention to keep me happy. I must continue to pursue these needs to extremes in order to keep me from becoming depressed and losing my sense of personal value in this world. If I achieve my goals, and I am still unhappy, I must set new goals to attempt to fill that big hole in my heart and soul.
The powers of my penis reigns supreme. When it is erect, it always points me in the right direction, regardless of the people who may be hurt by my wayward sexual desires. My self-esteem is dependent on how many women that I can convince to make love to me, and nobody is immune from my advances. One is too many, and a thousand is not enough, when it comes to sexual conquests.
I am the king of my home. I have created my kingdom to serve my selfish needs. If my rules are not honored, and my intentions for the family do not hold up, and family members start to stray, I will coerce, cajole, or threaten all wayward members with violence, if necessary. The family must stay together under my control, no matter what the cost to others might be.
Perfectionism and full control of others should not be mutually exclusive propositions. I will judge, criticize, and condemn others, and myself, as needed, to bring all of my world into alignment with how I think that it should be. I will compare and contrast my wealth and success with others to establish the best baseline for my expectations and behavior. My wife and my children are first and foremost my possessions. I will direct and control as necessary, and nobody else has any right to criticize my choices in how I provide and care for them. My whole sense of self-esteem is derived by how deeply they honor and obey me, without argument or back talk. I do not want or need alternate points of view, as my view is the only view that is relevant.
If those closest to me engage in betrayal, and destroy my sacred relationship with my family, I must avenge myself, and destroy all who have threatened my life and values. My wife is my property, and my property alone. If she should ever have an affair with another man, I reserve the right to punish her and my family, up to, and including, murdering them. If I must die in the process, it is a good death for me.
Self sabotage is my unconscious need, as I fail to achieve my goals. It is my right to destroy my creations even as I destroy myself, so murder-suicide is an acceptable option in the extreme, when my needs have been dishonored, and I feel that I have no more options to achieve my goals, and improve my life situation.
I have been a failure since I never measured up to my father’s, my church’s, or my society’s standards. I will continue to self-sabotage my success at ever bend in life’s road, and I will see life as a self-fulfilling prophesy of incompleteness and loss. I will not even question that my life has other possibilities for it, and I will resign myself to my depressing fate.
I reserve the right to murder anybody, when it suits my needs to protect myself. I will justify my possession and use of firearms through quoting the 2nd Amendment of the Constitution, as well as pointing to the fear and threats in our world, and our country as my own justification for stockpiling weapons. I will not listen to reason, as my mind is made up, and you can have my weapons after “prying them from my cold, dead hands” (thanks NRA, and the late mega-asshole Charlton Heston).
This list is the abbreviated list, as aspects of our collective selfishness covers the entire range of human darkness. Men burdened by toxicity tend towards sexism, racism, isolation, poor judgement against all others unlike themselves, and low self-esteem, while men moving towards spiritual healing tend to unite with others in peace and mutual acceptance, and a willingness to share an improving sense of their self with the world.
To challenge toxic masculinity, we must recognize and address its principles and values, both individually and collectively. Here are some steps to begin this transformation:
Acknowledge and Understand:
Recognize how toxic masculinity manifests in your own life and the lives of those around you.
Educate yourself on its impact and origins.
Promote Emotional Intelligence:
Encourage the expression of emotions in healthy ways.
Create safe spaces for vulnerability and honesty.
Foster Deep Relationships:
Invest time in building meaningful connections.
Prioritize empathy and understanding over competition and dominance.
Challenge Societal Norms:
Question and resist cultural practices that reinforce toxic masculinity.
Advocate for inclusive and equitable policies in religion, politics, and business.
Model Positive Behavior:
Demonstrate healthy masculinity through actions and words.
Support others in their journey towards emotional and spiritual growth.
The insidious nature of toxic masculinity has far-reaching impacts on both individual well-being and societal health. By understanding its roots and manifestations, we can begin to dismantle its hold on our lives and create a culture that values emotional intelligence, inclusivity, and the full spectrum of human experience.
The path to this transformation is not easy, but it is necessary. It requires introspection, courage, and a collective effort to redefine what it means to be a man in today’s world. By challenging toxic masculinity, we open the door to a more compassionate, equitable, and fulfilling existence for all.
If you are ready to take the first step towards this change, join us in the ongoing dialogue and action. Together, we can build a society that honors the true essence of humanity.
Presently, I am 67 years old, and I am learning how to live the life of a retired person. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer.
Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers
Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of nearly 30 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children.
I am not a published writer or poet. My writings are part of my new life in retirement. I have recently created a blog, and I began filling it up with my writings on matters of recovery and spirituality. I saw that my blog contained enough material for a book, so that is now my new intention, to publish a book, if only so that my grandsons can get to know who their grandfather really was, once I am gone.
The title for my first book will be:
Penetrating The Conspiracy Of Silence, or, How I Lived Beyond My Expiration Date
I have since written 7 more books, all of which are now posted on this site. I have no plans to publish any of them, as their material is not of general interest, and would not generate enough income to justify costs.
I have taken a deep look at life, and written extensively about it from a unique and rarely communicated perspective. Some of my writing is from 2016 on to the present moment. Other writing covers the time prior to 1987 when I was a boy, then an addict and alcoholic, with my subsequent recovery experience, and search for "Truth". Others are about my more recent experiences around the subjects of death, dying, and transformation, and friends and family having the most challenging of life's experiences.
There are also writings derived from my personal involvement with and insight into toxic masculinity, toxic religion, toxic capitalism, and all of their intersections with our leadere. These topics will not be a draw for all people, as such personal and/or cultural toxicities tends to get ignored, overlooked, or "normalized" by those with little time for insight, introspection, or interest in other people's points of view on these troubling issues.
There also will be a couple of writings/musings about "GOD", but I try to limit that kind of verbal gymnastics, because it is like chasing a sunbeam with a flashlight.
Yes, my books are non-fiction, and are not good reading for anybody seeking to escape and be entertained. Some of the writings are spiritual, philosophical and intellectual in nature, and some descend the depths into the darkest recesses of the human mind. I have included a full cross section of all of my thoughts and feelings. It is a classic "over-share", and I have no shame in doing so.
A Master Teacher once spoke to me, and said "no teacher shall effect your salvation, you must work it out for yourself". "Follow new paths of consciousness by letting go of all of the mental concepts and controls of your past". This writing represents my personal work towards that ultimate end.
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