Quotes About Masculinity

Men, they have the two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, you fix him the burrito. —Rosita Rivera, who was well acquainted with politicians and men

Some men are warriors and some men are weenies. The trick is figuring out which is which.

Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths. That's what makes the world go round.

Perhaps men apologize preemptively, by holding their tears back.

It's a scary thing, you know, being a man. We always have to run the risk of inviting someone out and being turned down flat. You women don't realize how fragile our egos are.

Ty pointed his beer at Josh. Want to know what I think? No, Josh said. I think you have a case of being a little girl. Maybe you should prescribe yourself a heavy dose of man-the-fuck-up.

Unfortunately, he was a man through and through, and therefore had a penis, which meant that there'd be no reasoning with him.

why does the word 'pussy' equate to weakness, when even the slightest flick to a guy's 'balls of steel' sends him to his knees—but vaginas can push out an entire human being?

Unfortunately, he was a man through and through, and therefore had a penis, which meant that there'd be no reasoning with him.

What is it with you and the caveman thing?" she asked. And why, oh why, do I like it so much?

And in the same vein," she said, "why does the word 'pussy' equate to weakness, when even the slightest flick to a guy's 'balls of steel' sends him to his knees—but vaginas can push out an entire human being?

Sometimes I forget how much I like riding the bike. Most chicks do, I said. Roar of the engine and so on. Murphy's blue eyes glittered with annoyance and anticipation. Pig. You really enjoy dropping all women together in the same demographic, don't you? It's not my fault all women like motorcycles, Murph. They're basically huge vibrators. With wheels.

I lunged, low and quick, and drove about a foot of cold steel into his danglies. Hey, I don't care what kind of fearie or mortal or hideous creature you are. If you've got danglies, and can loose them, that's the kind of sight that makes you reconsider the possible genitalia-related ramifications of your actions real damned quick.

Still going with the phallic foci, eh? Staff and rod? They make me feel all manly.

I looked from the gadget-readied spear and body armor to my slender staff of plain old wood and leather duster. My dick is better than your dick, I said.

I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts. Try and convict me if I'm a bad person for thinking so. I enjoy treating a woman like a lady, opening doors for her, paying for shared meals, giving flowers—all that sort of thing.

Thomas, like most men, regarded a throw pillow as something to throw.

He grunted. "You're trivializing what getting out for a bit means to me, Harry. You're insulting my masculinity." "Bob," I said, "you're a skull. You don't have any masculinity to insult.

Sorry to spoil your man time, there, Hemmingway.

Men don't traipse. We... Swagger

In Hollywood today, it's cool for guys to wear nail polish and earrings in their lips and tongues. I don't get it.

Hate when guys say 'No homo.' We all understand and you being gay was the last thing to cross my mind.

He pushed up a little, raising his head to look into her eyes. After a moment, weariness settled into his features. "It's too late regardless. I'm yours now." I'm yours. The beautiful opposite of what Peter White had said to her. You're mine now, he'd crowed, as if she were a purchased treat. The difference, it seemed, between a boy and a man. Just as Jude had promised.

God, she loved a hairy male chest.