As a gentle soul in male skin, I passionately detest it. I’ve often answered the “If you were God for a day” question such that I would eliminate the dreadful machismo rules from all of mankind. To me, it is one of the worst plagues placed upon the world.
I honestly believe that this is a primary factor that drives males to become transgendered. The idiotic “rules” of being male and having to constantly belittle, berate, and deride “lesser” men who don’t measure up to the perceived macho standard is painfully absurd. And I believe society suffers as a result of it. The courteous and artistic boys become reclusive, because they are relentlessly mocked for enjoying the creative arts. Not only by other men, but by women who see machismo as the gauge of “real-ness” of men. I think this affects girls as well, because they get a little bit of the “you’re just a weak girl” spillover from the male pissing matches. Even overhearing one boy call another a girl as an insult must have some influence on how young girls think of themselves, their role, and what to expect from boys.
Ironically, I think heterosexual men are inherently drawn to femininity. For me, anyway, the sexiest women are those who are especially feminine. I would prefer no leather and an abundance of lace. My fantasy is to bask in the wonders of frilly, girliness. Perhaps as a reward for rescuing the princess from the evil dragon, but it’s not about “look how tough I am,” it’s more about being engulfed by the essence of a woman. But our world tells us to step on anything feminine (not just feminine men, but to treat women as objects which are to be cast aside when their “usefulness” is over).
I have always enjoyed ballet, but never participated. Anytime I see male ballet dancers, I think of them as men whose love for dancing must have been freaking relentless in order to overcome the ridicule and inevitable beatings from other men, especially during adolescence.
And I don’t enjoy the presence of guys who are hung-up on machismo. I have restored an old muscle car, and I do get mildly competitive about some things (usually artistic things, not sports), but whenever I find myself dealing with an all-male environment, I get a little uneasy because I expect the Stupid Macho Crap™ to start any second. I’m usually right.
Wanna fight about it? Nope! But I’ll cheer from the sidelines.