Quote from: suzifrommd on March 03, 2015, 12:40:36 PM
I've always wondered what it felt like to be male and be happy with the male role. To like the fact that you're basically required not to show too much fear or tenderness and to act strong all the time. To like the fact that the world is not respectful of your feelings. To be expected to be comfortable with violence.
I found all of those things horrible. I used to assume all males did, or many, but it wasn't until I explored my gendered identity that I realized and noticed that men weren't complaining. Men complain about just about everything that bothers them, and they're more than happy to work to change things they don't like, so I have to assume men are mostly OK with those roles.
How would that feel?
NOTE: as I present male 99% of the time, this applies to me.
I find that there's less pressure to hide your feelings nowadays. I often accept my emotional states and just get on with whatever I'm doing. If I'm sad, I'd rather distract my mind, but I won't pretend I'm okay if someone close to me asks. With people I consider acquaintances or nothing beyond workmates, I keep things to myself, but I'll share with those I'm comfortable with.
If I'm feeling depressed (I'm talking about a constant state characterized by crippling boredom and apathy so bad you hate everything), I'd much rather keep it to myself. And I often do feel mild depression and it's only mild instead of serious because of the medication.
I don't like showing tenderness because I think that makes me look weak. I always felt that way even when questioning and that wouldn't change if, in an parallel universe, I ever transitioned to female. I hate looking weak full stop. Unfortunately, that attitude stopped me from seeking help when I really, really needed it.
I don't know any guy who acts strong all the time. Maybe one or two, but I haven't spoken to them since school. I'd rather not look strong, just confident and self-assured.
I hear a lot about male stereotypes and rarely encounter them. Violence is one particular trait. The few men I meet who love violence are mocked by other men (and everyone, for that matter). I'm not okay with it, neither are most of the men I hang around with and I avoid interacting with those who revel in it.
Maybe I just don't seek the company of people who are stupid.