Quotes About Masculinity

girl like Jennie is like a comfortable fire to the average masculine mind; they gravitate to it, seek its sympathy, yearn to possess it. Hence she was annoyed by many unwelcome attentions.

You know, when men perform in combat, they're expected to perform well. That's part of being masculine. And when one of them doesn't perform well, that man alone has let the team down, and that man alone is judged for it.

I think people are way less judgmental about chunky guys.

I kind of dated a woman-ish, but there's just something about a man that's just masculine, and just there's things that women don't have that men do.

Listen folks, if you want your son to grow up to be a man, don't have him run around on a field kicking a ball; get him wrestling.

I'll have men, or I'll have women say that I'll never be a woman because I don't menstruate, or because I'm not made up like Kim Kardashian. So in that sense, I use makeup for a little bit of confidence. But for the most part, day-to-day, I wear makeup if it feels good.

When I first came out, I kinda overdid it. I dressed extremely older-boyish, like sagging, and big shirt and big jeans. I was just like, 'I'm gonna go extreme.' And then as I got older, the baggy clothes got a little more fitting to my body, but still masculine.

Some of the sexiest things to me in a man are confidence, authenticity, honesty, kindness and masculinity.

I think I was scared of the drag thing, as a lot of gay boys are. It's sort of knocked out of you in junior high. I wouldn't find guys who were very feminine attractive. Then, doing 'Hedwig,' I got to be man and woman, really butch and really femme at the same time, and I realized, this is kind of the ideal.

I didn't know how men managed with something taking up so much room down there. And what the hell kind of design left a person's privates dangling loose in the air and changing sizes all the time?

I looked from one to the other, and realized that Barrons and my dad were having one of those wordless conversations he and I have from time to time. Though the language was, by nature, foreign to me, I grew up in the Deep South where a man's ego is roughly the size of his pickup truck, and women get an early and interesting education in the not-so-subtle roar of testosterone.

She's chiffon and satin ribbons. I'm raw meat and razor blades.

Werewolves? Oh please, just plain stupid. Who wants to get it on with a man who's ruled by his inner dog? As if all men aren't anyway, even without the lycanthrope gene.

You look like a pretty, soft, breakable Barbie. You fuck like a monster.

I had a sudden, unwanted appreciation of men. I had a problem I couldn't fix. But if I could create a manageable problem, like a fistfight, and kick the shit out of it, it sure would make me feel better for a while.

Really, she had three styles of delivering unpleasant truths--the jab, the hook, and the uppercut. Luther was man enough for the uppercut.

It was a long time since whe's been young and it was unlikely that she'd ever been lovely. She stood like a man, square-on. Her breasts pushed out the old tee-shirt, but it was clear from the way she stood that she'd forgotten about breasts being sexy. Her breasts made bulges in her shirt, the same way her knees made bulges in her black track pants, that was all.

The workings of the male mind are twisted indeed." Winnifred Crane

I'd always wanted to be a boy. Jimmy was my name, if you want to know.

My father confused me about what it meant to become a man. From an early age, I knew I didn't want to be anything like the man he was. PAT CONROY, My Reading Life

His eyes were blazing and I swear I could smell the testosterone coming off him.

an aggressively male cologne, a roofie of a cologne.

the men she had known at university, with their practised uncouthness, their masculine argumentation, the way they assumed ownership of the women they lassoed into their grasp. She had endured them, her series of clever boyfriends, who expected her to pick up their towels and edit their poor prose. They had all exemplified the modish paranoias of their age. They were conceited over-achievers and smugly privileged. It had been a relief to fly away,

Men are only so much use. Men are boys.