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We are not just stronger and bigger than females, we are better in every way. The beauty of a muscular, conventionally masculine, powerful, dominant man is unmatched in nature.

Sometimes I wish human males were like peacocks, and once a year our hormones built up to a crescendo, leading the male of the species to strap on a tiny pair of colourful posing trunks, roid up to the gills, and parade round in public showing off our magnificent bodies in the hope of attracting a mate to rut and then carry our offspring. The streets would be full of sights like this, the most desirable alphas strutting arrogantly, drowning in the attention of fertile females.

Thick, dark, masculine roid fur, creeping out of every pore, covering the alpha in a dense thicket of virile hair. This is what a man was evolved to look like.