I also like the way I can walk or run full speed, in heavy leather boots, and not make any noise..
I like the way males can communicate without saying a word. A look, a hand on a shoulder, a shudder, or not even that. When I cycle next to a woman, I often forget this doesn't actually work.. So cycling next to women, and then changing course often ends up in a near-collision.
I also like my masculine drive to protect. (Though I admit is has been close to suicidal, to me...)
I like male teamwork. And trust me; I've worked on places where I was the only physical male.. Those women were at war with one another!
I like male fights. If you lose, you lose. If you win, you win. But when the fight is over: It's over. End of story.
As for male body: I like my very broad shoulders, especially in combination with me very female waist and hips. And I like my beard. I also like the fact that I can conjure up quite a lot of strength in split second, while not actually being overly muscular. I very much like my male speed of reaction. (Without it, I'd be very much dead.) And I love the male walk. Not the shoulder-swagging walk of those boys who are constantly trying to be fierce, but the silent, fluid pace of a man at ease in every place and situation.
Though I admit I also love the female walk... Especially to tease guys walking behind me, drooling... Just to turn around and grin. >