I’ve spent half my life attempting to define masculinity, and my only mistake was assuming it was simplistic. I’ve lived aspects of it, experimented with ideas from a distance, and pushed myself to embrace its flaws.

I grew up entirely around women but I can grow a beard in a week that makes most men jealous, then shave it off without remorse after two because it irritates my sensitive skin. I had my first sip of scotch at 23 and met my father at 24. I squeezed the trigger of my first real power tool at 26, and I've never looked back.

I’m not that tall. I don’t have huge hands, an imposing demeanor, an incredibly deep voice, or a massive V-shaped torso. But I’m secure about who I am, and I carry myself with a calm and collected determination. I am un-phased to try new things, whether intellectual or physical.

I am not easily offended by most, but I am sometimes deeply scarred by those I love. I defend the voiceless. I believe in sensible justice, self-sufficiency, and honesty. I am unafraid to be myself, and I allow that to filter who surrounds me.

I fear no mountain, nor the intelligence of any woman. I do not tremble before a bully masquerading as a friend, nor at my defenselessness in the wake of emotion. I communicate my desires, and I judge none for theirs. I am disgusted by ignorance, and I am devoted to my cause. I meet my own needs and those of others, and I allow them to affect my life in turn.

I embrace indecision for its merits, and I understand when a course must be chosen. I have no desire for war, but I protect those weaker than myself. I love fully, and I allow myself to be loved.

And that is what makes a man.



Posted 9/17/2017 11:27:44 PM
Edited 9/18/2017 10:57:07 PM