Much has been commented on the video of the Pedro Sánchez’s arrival at the informal meeting of the European Council which was held last week at the Palace of Versailles to discuss Ukraine. French President Emmanuel Macron was waiting for him at the entrance. They looked at each other, smiled, hugged each other, kissed each other, spoke linked, patted each other’s arms again, walked fused into a single being with four upper extremities, my hands on your waist. They rubbed each other’s backs, they stared into the distance of the ‘slowly’ that Aute sang, they said things softly, they touched each other’s arms again, with a gentle massage, they pressed their forearms, they held hands tightly and said goodbye with a ‘see you inside’, I seemed to interpret. What a scandal, it seems that we have ended the pandemic and its safety distances; that’s what i call a close contact and long live Paris. The networks of Iberian jokes were quickly filled towards two gentlemen who expressed their affections moments before entering a date in the key of war, leaving love in the anteroom. Two handsome men, it should be added, because so many times we have seen affectionate greetings between less young and graceful heroes without the chicken coop being in an uproar. Planting two kisses on Joe Biden is like giving them to your grandfather. get close to that Boris Johnson dancing, cubata in hand, represents a greater risk than feeding an orc. Rub with the Canadian Justin Trudeau while showing the might of NATO… that sends a very different message. “Let them mess up, let them go to a hotel, that messing around is excessive, what heat is getting into me,” commented the nervous males, shocked by the courtship of Sánchez and Macron. The new masculinities they are gaining ground on the old ones, luckily. That generates insecurity of the good, of which it advances in equality.
He wouldn’t. I can imagine Vladimir Putin contemptuously watching the aforementioned video on loop with the purpose of dissecting the enemy, anticipating his movements and devising new strategies in the violent invasion of his Ukrainian neighbors. He is not one to touch and kiss, nor to fall into temptation. Before the bloodthirsty attackHe received Macron with an absurd six-meter table in betweenwas not going to be dazzled by the proximity of the Gallic politician, to attend to his passionate arguments, to fall under the spell of his pheromones and to heed his pleas to think twice about bomb civilians, kill pregnant women and destroy cities. The Russian president does not touch or let himself be touched, a handshake of his is fright or death. I don’t think unresolved sexual tension, pampering among equals, emotional intelligence, allergy to male chauvinism, being made eyes at, the demonstration of friendship and not of strength are not for him at all. The skin-to-skin thing must sound like bear hunting. The best antidote to any uneasiness that male pride may suffer from videos of sweethearts among the men who govern us in Europe is the Putin photo album kicking the tundra, rifle in hand and shirtless, with a shiny torso and the serious face of someone who has made abdominal work one of the fine arts. On horseback, bathed in ice water, full of testosterone, how scary that a tough guy from the 20th century rules your country. Kisses and tenderness to power. I am very much in favor of civilized gentlemen who feel themselves thoroughly, I wish they could eat the bad guy with kisses.