QuoteAnd one more--prominent. When I'm around hyper-masculine testosteronic, strongly gendertyped heterosexual males, I feel ashamed and my female self is amplified.
Does anyone else have these moment?
Yep! I must say Stavraki, there is alot of what you say that strikes a chord. This is one such sentence and topic.
When I'm around my masculine male friends, I enjoy feeling different to them, and increasingly I don't mind being the more bubbly, sweet and feminine person, which I feel is part of my personality. I'm not attempting to stereotype the role of women and how they should act around men, of course. It's just how I am as a person, I like being the more cutsey one, whilst I like being around chaps who are more serious & gently grumpy. It's fun to try and make them laugh as well, a challenge!
The femininity feels amplified, but perhaps only in comparison to the other guys' strict masculinity. However, I automatically switch to full-masculine mode if I'm attracted to a straight girl though, because otherwise I wouldn't be able to attract them. When I'm generally around my female friends though (if we're all meeting up), then I'll usually feel this pressure to be more masculine, some of it coming from within and some of it being expected of me by my friends. I feel stupid being chirpy & sweeter around women anyway though, as when they are chirpy etc, they seem charming, but I feel I would just come across as creepy and false. Men can't really pull off the happy whimsical look like women can, and pulling faces as a man just makes you look eccentric and weird, as opposed to women who usually look cute when they pull faces & smile.
I don't feel ashamed by my femininity as such, however, its more that I recognise that I don't fit that default male personality, and as I don't need to compete with it (to try and match-up with the other guys), I can thus be how I want to be. There is however, a niggling feeling that onlookers may assume I'm a poor effeminate excuse of a man, and so I'll throw in some serious moments, my deep voice and some desert-dry humour every so often to address that balance, throw their opinions off and retain at least some air or responsible masculinity.
Does this ring any bells with yourself Stavraki? Or anyone else, for that matter?