On paper, I sound pretty masculine. I do a martial art, I frequently work out, I have dabbled in free-running, and frequently find myself covered in cuts, bruises, scars, etc. I worry about not earning as much money as my girlfriend, I eat twice as much as the average person, I feel ashamed and weak if I cry, I'm super-competitive, and I can be quite the cocky dickhead if the situation calls for it. I even pick up spiders with my god-damned hands.
But then:
I've got a puppy-face, a slim womanly build, love to cook, like to clean, I'm useless in any sort of 'handy' job, I used to practise yoga, I love high-pitched male singers, I like a more 'effeminate' style of dress even if I don't subscribe to it, I have twice as much jewellery than your mother will have, I want to be able to cry without feeling ashamed, I hate my own body hair and regularly pluck and shave it off, I like poetry, I've enjoyed musicals, I develop man-crushes, and I love to sing in a horrible imitation of aforementioned high-pitched male singers. Also, clumsy puppies make me melt.
But then:
I've got a puppy-face, a slim womanly build, love to cook, like to clean, I'm useless in any sort of 'handy' job, I used to practise yoga, I love high-pitched male singers, I like a more 'effeminate' style of dress even if I don't subscribe to it, I have twice as much jewellery than your mother will have, I want to be able to cry without feeling ashamed, I hate my own body hair and regularly pluck and shave it off, I like poetry, I've enjoyed musicals, I develop man-crushes, and I love to sing in a horrible imitation of aforementioned high-pitched male singers. Also, clumsy puppies make me melt.