As I took my coffee to patio this morning, and watched a group of six chickadees - cutest little things about half the size of sparrows, a little brown crest on top of the head, the biggest feet, and the tiniest peeps imaginable - it struck me what a wonder nature is. And, yet, we guys fight against it - even to our own detriment.
There's so much of ourselves to enjoy and to share, and we tamp it down. As Jean pointed out in a comment yesterday, women don't appear to have the same trouble as men; they get a "pass" and guys force themselves to conform to something which is utterly against their own nature. We need to allow ourselves the same level of connection.
Those of us who do not ignore, or otherwise suppress nature, need to continue to be role models for others. We need to exhibit acceptance of showing affection to and for one another. To embrace a friend is to let them know we care.
Two males should be allowed to greet one another with a kiss. I do with my friends, regardless of the location.
We must also do our best to correct misstatements when we hear them, to redefine masculinity; what it means to be "a man." That chore begins with acknowledging our cocks, not being ashamed of the bulge in the pants
admitting that we appreciate them
getting over the need to hide them
being proud of what nature does for us,
that masturbation is not lame, not a last-resort substitute. We do it because it's enjoyable.