Final Friday: I'm Too Sexy For My Pride

• I drive a PT Cruiser.
• I think some men are attractive, even if I'm not attracted to them.
• I don't goggle over attractive women.
• I like smaller breasts.
• I don't have sex.
• I don't currently have a girlfriend.
• And if I did, I still wouldn't have sex.
• And that's probably why I don't have a girlfriend.
• Or it's because I'm bad with commitment, but that's a different post altogether.
• I like almost all forms of rock music, including soft rock, folk rock, and pop rock.
• I don't work out.
• I don't know much about cars.
• I played with Barbies with my younger cousin when I was a kid.
• I hug my guy friends.
• I'm not afraid to tell them I love them.
• I treat women with respect.
• And I do so without the intention of getting in their pants.

These are just some of the ways I make your average manly man think I am gay. Or a wuss. Or a pussy. Or whatever other names that I truly have been called. What's fun is when your own family insists on trying to put you down because you're not as manly as them or their husbands, boyfriends, or whatever they compare me too. They succeed in putting me down. Because the truth is that I am not a wuss. Or a "pussy." And I'm not gay, either; although, I wonder if I should be offended by them calling me that. I've accepted gays, so it's not that I dislike gay people and am offended for that reason, but it is the fact that the people calling me gay do not like gay people, and, therefore, it is indeed offensive.

I accept who I am. I am comfortable with my sexuality. I am not, however, okay with everyone beating me down for not fitting my sex's gender role to a tee. I'm not a copy; I'm just me. How boring would it be for me to be like all the manly men of the world. Or of this country anyway. 

I've been writing about homosexuality lately. I posted two notes on Facebook in regards to the subject. I have a re-posting of "The Gay Note" scheduled for next Wednesday's weekly featured content. I figured I'd re-post the note and then add even more to what I covered with it for next week's Final Friday.

I mention this because I want to jump into the subject of prejudice as well. I don't plan to relate this to Jane Austen's novel, but the two are correlated. Pride and prejudice. Many Americans seem to have a prejudice towards gender roles, homosexuality, et cetera. For now, gender roles: the feminist movement. We're now coming to accept that a woman's place isn't just the kitchen. It's wherever she wants to be. If she wants to work construction, no one can deny her. If she wants to be in the military, no one's stopping her. If she makes more money than her husband, that's okay. But what is still not okay is the gender roles in which men are partaking. It might be okay for a woman to make more money than her husband, but there appears to be a double standard saying it is not okay for men to make less money than their wives. It's not okay to be a stay at home dad. Our culture calls for me to like unrealistically skinny women, but also big chested women. Our culture says that nice guys finish last and the only way to make it is to be a manly prick. I need to drive a big pickup truck or a fast sports car. I must drink loads of alcohol and smoke cigars (I admit I smoke cigars...). I need to openly and actively want sex and to treat women like meat, toys, trophies: objects. It's disgusting and narrow minded, these people that shove these prejudices in your face. If you like to work out and do whatever other act that is accepted as being manly, by all means, go for it. But don't do it because they tell you you have to. You'll find it much more healthful to be confident in yourself and who you are rather than this sad facade. Have true pride, because how can you be proud of who you really aren't?

I'm calling for a masculinist movement, not for equal men's rights, but for our humanity. Let's not be naive. Men and women are the only exception to the idea of separate but equal. We are of different sex, but same species. We are physically separate, but should ultimately be equal. Totally equal. I don't want to get bashed anymore for driving my PT Cruiser. It get's 25+ MPG and had 40,000 miles on it when I bought it. It's an '08 and I bought it for $6,000. So sod off. If we can accept ourselves, perhaps in time everyone else can accept everyone else.