Of course, I agree with others: maleness is defined solely by identification. But I'm actually interested in kinda... idk, discussing this unabashedly. After all, people have been asking for generations "what makes a man" and despite my lgbt liberal viewpoint, it's something I'd still like to hear more about. Actually, I've been thinking about this question a lot recently, so I'm gonna thought dump. Forgive the journal entry:
I've only just realized that the reality of gender & society means that I cannot/do not want to be the same kind of man as I was as a woman. My prime example (and this is killing me) is that, when I was female identified, I thought of myself as a real defender of women -- sword and shield against the injustices of the world, standing for/with all my sisters. I was proud of that. But as a man, it's like. Ugh. Gotta change my whole tactic, because when a guy pulls that white knight crap, it's off-putting as hell. I mean, sure, yeah, I'm still not gonna stand for sexist ->-bleeped-<-, but a man taking on the title of Protector strikes me as condescending, profoundly entitled, and leaves a bad taste in my mouth. So I've lost this huge part of my identity.
Now there's a void -- if that's the kind of man I DON'T want to be, then what DO I want? People have been telling me not to turn into my dad for years, but I'll admit, it's not as unappealing as it should be. A doctor and an athlete with great taste in scotch. But I can be that as a woman too. Idk. My brain has a hard time with "man." When I think of myself, I think of a boy. An almost-22 year old child. My hands will always be too soft, too exuberantly expressive to make a 'good American man.' Boyhood clings to me that way. When I think of the future, I think of my career -- and late nights are genderless.
I think I want to be a gentle man. A healer. But I want to be strong, too, firm and immutably grounded. A rock for others. I've always been a smidge too ... Byronic to claim any of those traits. It's hard for me to admit that I've come to associate restlessness with femaleness (the word I'm trying not to use is "flighty"), stability with the male, but. It's a connection I've made. Were I taller, I would love to be the gentle giant. Alas, at 5 ft. 5 and motormouthed, I think "Scrappy Doo" may, unfortunately, be more my niche! Alternately: I get told I remind folks of Johnny from The Outsiders a lot, so I guess dying young is still in the cards.
Whatever. Stay gold, my dudes.