It’s definitely something I wouldn’t admit in person. But fuck the modern definition of masculinity tbh.

I cry. I don’t like hunting or sports. Or drinking, or doing stupid things or making every waking moment about sleeping with the next woman. I’m not handy, but there isn’t a lot I can’t do.

To me, masculinity feels more like alertness. The ability to handle anything that comes my way. The ability to solve problems in unconventional ways with the resources I have. Being able to own my faults and weaknesses.

I might not be strong physically, but I’m strong mentally. It might not seem that way to other people, but I’m still around aren’t I? Yeah, I know I’m not physically attractive to most women, but I learned my lesson on the importance of physical attraction in a relationship. It’s a small part.

I ain’t getting rid of my bear, and I won’t expect my son to either. Damn whatever his mom thinks. What’s important is who we are, not what others think us to be.