Back when gender roles were more strictly defined, a “sissy” was the last thing a man wanted to be called. These days, some men are going out of their way trying to earn the privilege of being called a sissy.
“If I get home from work before my girlfriend, I will cuddle the cats and talk to them in a cute-ish high-pitched voice.”
“Watching a guy do outdoorsy things…watching a guy rock-climb, pitch a tent (pun intended), start a fire, etc. Anything that shows he is self-sufficient in nature. Huge turn-on.”
“Scratches/bruises/blood/dirt/sweat on a guy. Especially minor facial scratches. I don’t know why, but hot damn, every time the hero (or sometimes villain) of a movie gets a little beat up…hoo boy.”
“Society in general doesn’t give a fuck about men’s problems at all, not even a little.”
I hope when their eyes open, they feel the beauty in their ability to feel the world around them — even when it is crippling.
You’re not allowed to be a full human. Sadness, loneliness, fear, regret, jealousy, any insecurity whatsoever: you’re not allowed to have those. Besides anger; the humans have painted that one as “masculine,” so it’s OK, but only sparingly.
Why do I care? Because as a rape survivor masculinity has always been something I struggle with. Studies have been done that show that we as male survivors don’t get assimilated into masculine culture because of our soul seared brands of victim.
