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What does it mean
For a man to be masculine?

Does he need a pickup truck?
A closet full of wife-beaters?

Or does he just need to be...

A masculine man
Is a man who does what he wants.

A masculine man
Is a man who follows his ambitions and dreams.

A masculine man
Is a man who doesn’t care for society’s rules.

A masculine man
Can be anyone from the smallest femboy to the buffest ****.

The most masculine men of all
Are the men who accept themselves for who they are,
And live how they want without society dictating who they can and cannot be.

That’s how I see it, at least.
from what i’ve seen, guys get a lot of sh.t.
woman can wear dresses, skirts, makeup, etc.
but guys can’t do any of that. because they’ll be a “*****” or “less masculine”.
what the heck even is masculinity?
i guess this is my take on what it could be.
Kitten Yvad Aug 16
I curl in at your mastery
of soft.
maternal, rugged, firm
your voice hoarsens ,
softens, coos

For so long i didn't know
and then suddenly all at once

i knew

well i tried to unknow
i did research trying to

the variance in timbre
disarms me, subdues me,
unveils me, fortifies me
teaches me to do these things
for myself

and i learned so much
it felt so weird
girls are amazing T.T
the way I experience it,
all the feelings just mingle

longing and consideration,
jealousy and kindness,
desire and imitation all just meld
together when i like girls.
I always have to monitor
and work closely with those
feelings of admiration and also new fear but old familliarity
so that I can...
express them in
a healthy, loving way.

its so much tension.
one day i'll be used
to it.
Suspended in time
Weightless and unworried
We hang on to the moment
Sedated magic unhurried

His scent is captivating and wild
Forever embedded in my brain
Masculine and crisp
A few hints of the earth after a rain

Insecurities held at bay
I live inside your sanctuary
Your embrace keeps me safe
My senses relaxed and unwary
Eman Jun 15

starts with a single drop and perfect silence
this menstrual cycle that comes with collateral violence

they will laugh and joke about your chastity
then put a bounty on your virginity

make a story out of your name
then set the hounds on your trails

blood will keep on running, until you can't keep on running
until you become the very demon they've been wanting

frightened by your femininity, yet aroused by its delicacy
they'll put a cross to your face, only to laugh at your disgrace

you can't lead, can never be like Christ
yet you will imitate his suffering day and night

they'll question your faith, try to burn you at the stake
when the irony is


Women, puberty and the scathing eyes of a sexist society.
Chelsea Rae Jan 4
Let me begin to chip away,
Piece by piece,
The idealistic fantasy of
The White Knight.

It was never fair to you
Nor I
To expect saving
And almost.. perfection.

A story so often spoon fed to us all
From young ages.
Promised, almost.
So young our minds cling to this projection of what "should" be.

You men carry things
We women could never fathom
Until we open our hearts to see you,
Truly see you,
And graciously allow you
To also be human.
Toxic masculinity is worse than we realize.
Men have feelings too.
Express yourselves.
Skye Dec 2019
Remember me
The one you didn’t know you needed
All woman, soft tender wet
With curves that made you hard
And drew forth your animal
Remember my ocean
Waters deep you dive into
Liquid sweet to quench you
Remember the fire
That burned my resistance
It burns still
The Phoenix woman rises
Time and again
She lifts you up
For it is now your time
To shine
Slay those demons that pull you down
Remove distractions and noise
Allow the pressure to reveal facets of greatness you have yet to discover
That I see so clearly
Rise my beloved
Rumble with your terror, this beast of vulnerability, wrestle that bear to the ground
And emerge victorious
I will be here upon your return
Nourished within myself,
Empowered in my work and my life
Ripe with readiness
To feed your starving
To nourish your weary
To feast on mutual desire
And remind you who you are
John H Dillinger Sep 2019
The Faceless Man

He walks the world without one,
but could borrow any face.

I could guess the colour of His skin
but He doesn't belong to any race

As soon as He's within your grasp
He disappears without a trace

And you can only sense His smile
As He slips into your place.
The Faceless Man is a recurring poetic character of mine. Something always lurking in the shadows.
JaxSpade Aug 2019
The mood
Played a fiddle

With the music of a violin

I followed the same hips
To the tune of feminine

Then I mastered the gentle fiddling
And the plucks of pizzicato

Before the moon cried
Her desperate eyes

For the sound of a cello
Heather Jun 2019
For all my life I’ve been a woman obsessed
With taking up as little space as possible
To shrink my waist
And sink my cheeks

I’ve been a woman obsessed
With being heard as little as possible
To bite my tongue and not interrupt
To keep the ******* curse words in

I’ve been a woman obsessed
With winning the hearts of others
To see the twinkle in their eye when they smile at me

But I am thick, and I am loud, and I forgot to love myself.
Madison Wright May 2019
there have been so many times
i have seen a man wanting to weep
beat his heart until it was unconscious.
-A man
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