Have you ever tried peeing on a forest wildfire? Because that is the kind of fire that our ancestors would find most frequently in the wild.
A better just-so story would be that our ancestors signaled their courage by peeing on a forest wildfire and surviving the experience. Then someone had the idea to take some fire with him, maybe to have a cheap opportunity to signal his courage in front of the entire tribe, or maybe as a training opportunity for his sons.
True, natural enough; and a coworker of mine once stood on the roof of a truck in our works yard to pee, drawing a phoned-in complaint from a neighbour lady offended by the spectacle visible over the fence—but even that’s not quite “enjoyment of male potency in homosexual rivalry.”
??? sorry, what are you talking about? peeing on fires is fun. truly, have you never peed on a fire? you can put out the coals. it sizzles comically.
i won’t apologize for Freud in this comment, but let’s not repress ourselves to prove him wrong.
Have you ever tried peeing on a forest wildfire? Because that is the kind of fire that our ancestors would find most frequently in the wild.
A better just-so story would be that our ancestors signaled their courage by peeing on a forest wildfire and surviving the experience. Then someone had the idea to take some fire with him, maybe to have a cheap opportunity to signal his courage in front of the entire tribe, or maybe as a training opportunity for his sons.
True, natural enough; and a coworker of mine once stood on the roof of a truck in our works yard to pee, drawing a phoned-in complaint from a neighbour lady offended by the spectacle visible over the fence—but even that’s not quite “enjoyment of male potency in homosexual rivalry.”