The Masculinity Of Vulnerability
Sep. 4th, 2021 03:19 pmSpeaking of masculinity, one of the things that really gets me going is someone who presents as very masculine in body shape, clothing, movement, etc. who is secure enough in himself to also allow himself to be vulnerable and express emotions other than anger.
I had a customer come to my framing counter one day. He was a soldier, and built like one. My absolute ideal body type that I like to drool over is the dancer or swimmer's body, which is triangular but long and narrow. He was more like a wrestler, with a massive upper body and blocky frame. Still attractive, though.
His grandfather was in a previous war, and he took the flag that was flown in his grandfather's plane with him when he deployed to Afghanistan and had it flown where he was stationed. Then, when he was sent home, he had it framed, along with some kind of certificate, some pins, some patches - it was kind of a complicated shadowbox frame.
Well, when he had it shipped back home, it got damaged. The glass was broken, the frame corners were pulling apart, the patches came off. So he wanted to see about getting it repaired or re-framed. When I told him what kind of pricing we were looking at to do something that complicated, his face fell. Custom framing is expensive anyway, but to do the kind of job he wanted, it's a pretty hefty price tag.
Suddenly, everything just came crashing down on him - the loss of his grandfather, the damage, the fact that he didn't have the money to replace the memorial he had built - and he started crying. I'm not very good with displays of emotion. I don't know how to react because I don't want to embarrass people. So I kind of stood there awkwardly and let him cry for a few moments. When it looked like he was trying to stop the tears and move on, I started speaking to him as if I hadn't noticed anything.
But he clearly wasn't done yet. That's when he said he couldn't afford what we had to offer and that's how I knew what he was going through - that overwhelmed feeling that just hit him as I described above. So I asked him if he wanted a moment, and then quickly tacked on "or a hug?", in a lighthearted sort of way to indicate that he could take my suggestion as a joke and brush it off if he wanted to.
But he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said "I would love a hug, thank you."
So we embraced. It was a very quick but strong hug, and he immediately backed up and was able to gather himself together. We went on with our discussion of frame options.
I came away from this encounter with the following thoughts:
But I hope I provided a similar kind of connection for him that I felt from him - a brief point in time where two strangers could touch each other emotionally and feel that thing that we social animals seem to so desperately need - connection, bonding, to be seen and acknowledged, witnessed and accepted.
Wherever you are, I hope you find a solution for your grandfather's memorial frame, and even though I could not provide the solution you were looking for, I hope I was able to provide a moment of solace for you on your search.
I had a customer come to my framing counter one day. He was a soldier, and built like one. My absolute ideal body type that I like to drool over is the dancer or swimmer's body, which is triangular but long and narrow. He was more like a wrestler, with a massive upper body and blocky frame. Still attractive, though.
His grandfather was in a previous war, and he took the flag that was flown in his grandfather's plane with him when he deployed to Afghanistan and had it flown where he was stationed. Then, when he was sent home, he had it framed, along with some kind of certificate, some pins, some patches - it was kind of a complicated shadowbox frame.
Well, when he had it shipped back home, it got damaged. The glass was broken, the frame corners were pulling apart, the patches came off. So he wanted to see about getting it repaired or re-framed. When I told him what kind of pricing we were looking at to do something that complicated, his face fell. Custom framing is expensive anyway, but to do the kind of job he wanted, it's a pretty hefty price tag.
Suddenly, everything just came crashing down on him - the loss of his grandfather, the damage, the fact that he didn't have the money to replace the memorial he had built - and he started crying. I'm not very good with displays of emotion. I don't know how to react because I don't want to embarrass people. So I kind of stood there awkwardly and let him cry for a few moments. When it looked like he was trying to stop the tears and move on, I started speaking to him as if I hadn't noticed anything.
But he clearly wasn't done yet. That's when he said he couldn't afford what we had to offer and that's how I knew what he was going through - that overwhelmed feeling that just hit him as I described above. So I asked him if he wanted a moment, and then quickly tacked on "or a hug?", in a lighthearted sort of way to indicate that he could take my suggestion as a joke and brush it off if he wanted to.
But he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said "I would love a hug, thank you."
So we embraced. It was a very quick but strong hug, and he immediately backed up and was able to gather himself together. We went on with our discussion of frame options.
I came away from this encounter with the following thoughts:
- I am not good with the touchy feely stuff and I don't intuitively know what to do when people behave emotionally in front of me. But I've been observing people who seem to be good at this naturally, so I offered the hug because it seemed to me like the sort of thing that a touchy feely person would do. And it turned out to be the right thing to do, and I'm glad I did it. I feel proud of myself for thinking of it.
- Some of those touchy feely types forget about consent when faced with these kinds of situations, and they just immediately move in to hug people. Because I'm actively trying to work on being more emotive and more comfortable with other people's emotions, I have done this in the past too, but mostly with friends with whom I have already established a level of comfort with casual touching. But even those kinds of relationships still need to observe consent, so that's another layer I have to work on.
And this time, I did.
It occurred to me that I ought to hug him as someone who is better with dealing with other people's emotions would do. But since I did not know him, I refrained. But then I thought that I could still make the offer, even though he was a stranger. So I considered it, and I decided to do the "say it lightly and with a wry smile to indicate a joke that can be dismissed without being taken as a rejection" thing as the least creepy way to make the offer.
I asked for his consent, and he clearly communicated his acceptance. It was all very simple and quick and direct, just as any issue of consent in a social setting ought to be. I'm pleased to have modeled a good example of asking for consent, even if nobody else witnessed it. - I realized that I had found him mildly attractive when I first saw him, but as I was in my work environment, I don't tend to consider the people around me in a personal way because, well, there are lots of problems with doing that. But when he cried, I not only found him mildly attractive, I also found myself attracted TO him.
Which was a wildly inappropriate time to be attracted to a stranger, btw. And since he is married and a customer, I did not change my behaviour in any way to indicate any kind of attraction. Just as I've posted several times about having unrequited crushes, I have learned how to just feel my feelings, enjoy feeling them, and then let them go.
So, instead of turning this into a really weird and creepy scenario where this obviously distraught (married) man is seeking my professional services and I hit on him, I chose to acknowledge my feelings in the moment and then shelve them for later.
Now being later, when I could get a little introspective and look at what I felt and why. And it turns out that a masculine man who is also able to feel his feelings and express them without shame, even in public, twiggs the "masculine" category in my head even harder, which then makes him attractive to me.
Stoic men who don't emote or express emotions are considered "masculine", but not something I like. I've had enough experiences with men like this to know that they typically don't understand their own emotional landscape and therefore act on their emotions without really understanding what they're doing, and then retroactively justify their actions as "logical". This is extremely frustrating.
Men who do express their emotions tend to be considered not masculine, but that's mainly because the media tends to portray men as expressing emotions in overly dramatic yet feminized ways. Think Nathan Lane as Albert in The Birdcage.
Since I don't believe that emotions, or the expression thereof, are either masculine or feminine, I believe that there are ways to express them that do not conflict with even "traditionally" masculine presentations. As I keep saying about my own gender identity: it's not that the gender assigned to me is wrong, it's that the definition for my gender is wrong.
Masculinity can be preserved even during the expression of emotion. Even during the expression of so-called "feminine" emotions, such as crying.
What I witnessed that day tripped whatever categorizing algorithm I have in my head that labels things as "masculine". When he cried, my brain said "now he's even MORE masculine! We like masculine!!!!" and suddenly I found myself attracted to him.
If I ever had an "ideal man" in my head, the fantasy man that I hold up as the Gold Standard is Johnny Castle from Dirty Dancing. He had that same mix of toughness and tenderness. He had the body type, the working class background, the roughness, the strength, and also the compassion, the caring, the willingness to be vulnerable, the desire to be loved, the nurturing protectiveness, and strength of character to be all of those things at once and in front of other people.
I found this stranger's expression of deep feeling, and his willingness to be vulnerable and feel his feelings unashamedly and openly, and his acceptance of my offer of sympathy and condolence, to fall under the umbrella of the range of things labeled as "masculine".
But I hope I provided a similar kind of connection for him that I felt from him - a brief point in time where two strangers could touch each other emotionally and feel that thing that we social animals seem to so desperately need - connection, bonding, to be seen and acknowledged, witnessed and accepted.
Wherever you are, I hope you find a solution for your grandfather's memorial frame, and even though I could not provide the solution you were looking for, I hope I was able to provide a moment of solace for you on your search.