*hanging head in shame*

I engage in much unmanly behavior, being female and all.

The Fuzzy Navel is one of the tastiest cocktails going.

I engage in much unmanly behavior, being female and all.

That's no excuse, sissy! I'm very manly! ::puffs out chest::

I'll join you in this support group. I'm jouke and I listen to Dusty Springfield singing Burt Bacharach.

I would be happy to cop to some unmanly behavior, but I can't think of any. I'm not saying that I'm some sort of UBERMAN. Seriously, I'm not.

I know! I cried in that movie Milo and Otis. That's one!

I don't apologize for enjoying some of Celine Dion's performances. While she has problems with what Tim Gunn calls "taste level", she at least has a skillfully trained singing voice - which is more than you can say for 99% of her competition.

The unmanliest thing I do is shriek like a little girl when I see a mouse. [Mitigated by my ability to deal with said mouse after the shock has passed.]

The second unmanliest thing I do is watch Bravo competition shows and go "Oh, snap!" when one of the judges say something bitchy.

I had never known what was in a fuzzy navel until I just looked it up. It *does* look tasty!

I know! I cried in that movie Milo and Otis. That's one!

You'd have to be unhuman not to cry during that movie!

I think rigidly-defined gender roles hurt everyone.

Is that unmanly?

I've been told MANY times that I'm a teenage boy trapped in a woman's body. So I think I can pretty much do whatever I want, and get away with it. It's good to be me.

Is it unmanly? I do not care.

I've been told MANY times that I'm a teenage boy trapped in a woman's body.

Oh so that WAS you peeking at the Penthouse in the back of the drugstore. . .I wasn't sure.

Dusty Springfield? Heck, I listen to Dionne Warwick sing Bacharach and Dusty sing anything. But I tell disapproving dudes "hey, Bacharach wrote the Blob Song!"

But my most unmanly (and un-adult-ly) behavior has to be my love of stuffed animals (NOT in a Furrie way, thankyouforasking), including in my 'collection' both Disney-style and E.H.Shepard-style Pooh and Tigger. And not currently having a live dog sleeping at the foot of my bed, I have a big floppy plush one. But my bedding is very male, plain tan or green sheets, brown blanket, that's male bedding isn't it? And cheap pillows, that's macho, right? Whatever.

Looking over my lack-of-a-lifestyle, I don't have all that much that fits either gender stereotype. May be related to my well-below-body-temperature libido, but I don't to macho or metrosexual well.

The most unmanly thing I do is have a deep love for fuzzy little animals that is expressed in rather public baby-talk.

But that is off-set by the most manly thing I do, which is knitting. Sticks 'n balls, baby! Sticks and balls.

I don't apologize for enjoying some of Celine Dion's performances. While she has problems with what Tim Gunn calls "taste level", she at least has a skillfully trained singing voice - which is more than you can say for 99% of her competition.

I have also heard that Jamaica's criminal class, a group not known for its touchy-feely, sensitive-new-age-guy style, loves Celine Dion. Deeply, sincerely and unironically. I heard a story once that a Jamaican-American writer was driving around Kingston one day. He got lost, didn't recognize where he was and then, all of a sudden, he heard this song on a booming sound system.

He was terrified. Like, pit-of-the-stomach fear, breaking out in a sweat. Because that song told him that you, my friend, are in the wrong neighborhood.

This story is delightful. I wish to see it in the cinema, super widescreen with a banging sound system, naturally.
And as the music rises, then they descend.

... I don't to macho or metrosexual well
I'm like this too. I'm sort of stuck in this bland place where I get on better with women than with men, but look like an average middle-aged slob.

I'm a teenage boy trapped in a woman's body
so many opportunities for smutty remarks, but I must bite my tongue ...