To Dalebert and everyone here:
I watched the video again and cried because though all of the thoughts we have all discussed here are so valid I finally realized how profoundly stifled I was during the fully male segment of my existence by the understanding that real men don't show emotion. Men don't cry, they don't touch each other in any kind of overt show friendship. My dad lived 92 years and I never really knew him, the song "Cat in the Cradle" always brought me to tears and I never really fully understood why, and as I think of the heavy handed way I raised my own sons and realize that they've grown up to be just like me, I am all the more pained in my heart and soul. I went through harrowing experiences in SE Asia, many of my friends never lived beyond 18 - 19, I loaded many on choppers with their guts hanging out and I never cried. I was dead and emotionless for several years afterward because it was expected, it was who I was as a man. When my girlfriend (now spouse) had me hold her cat as she drove to have the poor distempered animal put down, I cried all the way there like a baby for the first time since the war. I honestly believe that I became Shantel to fill this huge emotionless void that had engulfed my life and I'm not ashamed because I understand things more fully now and have been emotionally alive and well these last almost 20 years as a result of this transition.