Much forum love, Manuel Moe and quickfall.
I greatly enjoy and anticipate your thoughts on gender.
Like you, quickfall, I am emotionally exhausted from work, so I will offer the most broad outlines of what I listed above.
Again, thank you all for your kind indulgence. I am worried about coming across as navel-gazing, but then I realize that "internet" is not a finite resource
so I'll just type away. And of course I speak only for myself.
The most broad outlines of me
Certain facts are hardwired into me: I am right-handed, have hazel eyes, and I have a speech impediment.
Two other hardwired facts pertain to this topic: my sex and my sexuality.
When I popped out, as a cute little baby, everything then and now was default setting for "male": reproductive organs and later facial hair and broad shoulders.
Also, I am a towering inferno of heterosexuality. Unless when I am a slow burn of smoldering heterosexuality. I burn with desire for women.
I burn.
While I admire male beauty on occasion, particularly clean cut men, it is more of an aesthetic appreciation. I can't say that I have ever sexually desired a man. Of course, I celebrate the dignity and worth of LGBT people.
While my sex and sexuality have been clear, my journey in gender has been tortured. Until it wasn't.
As I will get into later, from birth to age 29 society had one message for me regarding gender:
NOT ENOUGH.
Since I posted this thread in Seminal Moments, here was said moment:
One Friday night in November 2005 I read this new dating book that changed how I viewed myself. I vividly remember setting the book down, knowing that there were other men, men who were like me.
Since then I have played with gender.
Growing up, I understood lust.
After reading Nancy Friday and Susie Bright, I understood desire.
I do not believe I am a beautiful man. At least on the outside. I've long known I can't compete with other men, so I don't, when it comes to cars, money, muscles, job, etc.
But I can take good care of what I have: I can wear clean clothes, proper shoes, and smell at least not-bad.
Where I have cleaned up is in inner beauty.
Je Ne Sais Quois.
Masculine energy is one of the most powerful forces in the universe.
I am chemically straightedge: no alcohol, non-prescription drugs, or smoking. But I am addicted, deeply addicted, to feminine energy.
One of my favorite quotes is by Kahil Gibran: "Work is love made visible".
I believe male beauty, masculine energy, is a radiant, elemental form of love.
When the masculine energy goes wrong, it creates a monster like Hitler, Stalin, or a thousand other despots.
But when masculine energy is used properly, it is dazzling.
Though effort and good luck, I stumbled into one source, one method, of tapping into that power.
When I post here next I think I will share my thoughts and experiences regarding male privilege. A delicious topic, and thanks to quickfall for getting me to examine my own experiences with it.
Work is love made visible. -Kahlil Gibran
A person with a "why" can endure any "how". -Viktor Frankl
Which is better: to be born good or to overcome your evil nature through great effort? -Skyrim