Quotes About Masculinity

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

What was really funny is that as I got older all those guys who called me a sissy in junior high school wanted me to be their best friend because they wanted to meet all the girls that I knew in figure skating.

The fact Locke didn't die instantly may be taken as proof that a human male can survive having every last warm drop of blood within his body rush instantly to the vicinity of his cheeks.

I hate pretty-looking boys. I'd rather have a guy with a potbelly than one who's in the gym all the time and watches what he eats.

For the longest time, I never thought I was intimidating to guys, but I'm kind of finding out that maybe there is some tiny thread of intimidation.

I looked like a boy for a long time. Now I feel like a woman.

At the time I perceived most religious men, particularly the pastors with all their talk about love, faith and relationship, as effeminate.

Olhai ao vosso redor! O sintoma externo da brutalidade cada vez mais crescente pode até mesmo ser reconhecido como o elemento que constantemente a acompanha — a barba longa, esse distintivo sexual em meio ao rosto, dizendo-nos que à humanidade prefere-se a masculinidade. Esta nos coloca em pé de igualdade com os animais, uma vez que leva o indivíduo a querer ser antes de tudo um macho, mas, e somente depois um homem.

our sons must become men – such men as we hope our daughters, born and unborn, will be pleased to live among. Our sons will not grow into women. Their way is more difficult than that of our daughters, for they must move away from us, without us. Hopefully ours have what they have learned from us, and a howness to forge into their own image.

Lorde asks us to do the more difficult and radical work of imagining what our realities might look like if masculinity were not the ideal to which we aspire, if heterosexuality were not the ideal to which we aspire, if whiteness were not the ideal to which we aspire.

CAPTAIN. Yes, I'm crying, even though I am a man. But has not a man eyes? Has not a man hands, organs, senses, affections, passions? Does he not live by the same food, is he not hurt with the same weapons, is he not warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a woman is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? Why should a man not complain, a soldier weep?* Because it's unmanly! Why is it unmanly? LAURA

While they lasted, male friendships included much more physical contact and emotional intensity than most heterosexual men are comfortable with today. James Blake, for example, noted from time to time in his diary that he and his friend, while roommates, shared a bed. "We retired early," he recorded one day in 1851, "and in each other's arms did friendship sink peacefully to sleep." Such behavior did not bother the fiancée of Blake's roommate a bit.25

Males are also damaged by gender expectations that have changed enough to erode many old sources of masculine self-esteem but not enough to lessen the pressures on them to maintain or reinvent manly behaviors and images.29

If I were a man I might not wear the cloak of anonymity.

He was a real man.

I never quite got the hang of the getting drunk & fondling the thighs [of all the cumbersome young males] business... whether that makes me a gallant & proper gentleman, a cowardly wuss or an unadventurous prude, I cannot make out

Men! She could not understand why so many women feared them. Hadn't the gods made them with the most vulnerable part of their guts hanging right out of their bodies, like a misplaced bit of bowel? Kick them there and they curled up like snails. Caress them there and their brains melted.

He understood well enough how a man with a choice between pride and responsibility will almost always choose pride--if responsibility robs him of his manhood.

men were not so much gifted with penises as cursed with them.

I have never been what you'd call a crying man.

What if the genetically superior male is actually a bit of a dickhead?

He smelled of warm, sleepy male. She had forgotten what a weirdly potent scent that was.

I thought of Patrick and the multitude of certificates on the wall of his apartment, and wondered at the male need to display achievements, like a peacock permanently shimmering his tail.

They were like animals, men. They found too much eye contact threatening.