I was just thinking about this the other day.
What are real men and real women?
Just people who aren't afraid to be who they are. People who are real to themselves.
If a man were to pretend to be this societal conformed roaring, raw masculinity and that isn't at all who he is, he'd be a fake instead of himself. Then that doesn't seem like being a real man anymore.
In the end, we are all just trying to be ourselves, and whoever can own up to that, he is a man to me.
