"I have always been deeply moved by the myth of Gonggong's anger toppling Mount Buzhou. The kind of unchecked male hysteria, which goes uncondemned, is portrayed so casually in the world of epics, even leading to phrases like 'the sky tilted to the northwest, hence the movement of the sun, moon, and stars; the earth couldn't hold to the southeast, hence the surging of waters and dust.' Such grandiose scenes.”
In my world, the understanding of sex is also grandiose. I can imagine through this story: it's a day when two men, in the midst of lovemaking, one of them is placed on a dining table, and due to his weight, one of the table legs breaks. Such a grandiose entanglement of desire and confusion.
Yet the story doesn't end perfectly; one day, at sunrise, they part. Nuwa, in a comical scene, tidies up after them. It's akin to tearing off masks, revealing hidden facets of male homosexuality within marriages and the chains bound to women.
(In the myth, Gonggong struck and damaged the pillar that held up the sky, causing a deluge to pour down from the heavens. It was the goddess Nuwa who began to mend the holes in the sky.)"
Ps: To clarify, "Night at Mount Buzhou" is not only the title of my collection of works. It's an idea I suggested to convey "a tragic in which men create chaos and women clear up the aftermath." The exploration of this concept goes beyond just marital mishaps and can be relevant to different scenarios.
