When I start to feel masculine (usually when my uterus reminds me it doesn't exist), I put on some Bob Villa
...then toss on a baseball cap backwards, crack open a Busch, stick my hand in a comfy Al Bundy style
setting (let's say), light up a cigar, and challenge my cat to an arm-wrestling match.
The trick here is to get even MORE masculine, so anything even
remotely feminine like shopping online at
dresslily.com, [
Like]ing people's baby pictures on Facebook, changing the glade refill, making a crêpe with blueberries, wiping front to back, etc etc, will feel like snowboarding naked down a rainbow made of pony whiskers whilst hearing heaven's harps glissando delicately in your ears.
Try it. I guarantee it works, as does post-op Orville Redenbacher: