Personally I am tired of men, of masculinity, of dealing with toxic men imposing their toxic will on me, and I’m a “man”.
If you could see me writing this, you’d see me choking on the words “I’m a man”. The words man, men, masculinity, swirl around my head and send my tongue into spasm. I can’t help it, I hate the institutions of masculinity, I hate the things it expects of me.
Masculinity is a bully.
Some are able to align themselves with the bully, and reap the rewards of this willingness to accept. Others resist, not because they are consciously resisting, but because they don’t fit the paradigm, they’re too sensitive, too emotional, and so though of as weak. Those people spend their lives having their lunch money taken, and their faces ground into the dirt.
The bully always wants to see himself reflected in the world. When he doesn’t, masculinity urges him to overpower, subjugate, or destroy, those who are different.
Darrin // Nightingale 