#modern masculinity

[joshagaba]

A Day as an American: To Be or Not to Be!

Daily writing promptIf you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?View all responses If I could be someone else for a day, I would want to be an American. Not because I subscribe to the glossy dream marketed to the rest of the world—the grandiose vision of white picket fences, corporate success, and endless opportunity—but because I want to understand. I want to see firsthand…

[starksh]

The Intersection of Race and Manhood in Today’s Society

Explore the intersection of masculinity and race in today’s society. Learn how Black men are redefining strength, resilience, and emotional intelligence in modern times.

In the world of today, conversations around masculinity and race are more complex than ever. The intersection of these identities shapes how men, particularly Black men and other men of color, navigate their personal and professional lives. With shifting social norms, evolving gender expectations, and deep-rooted racial dynamics, understanding how to balance strength, vulnerability, and…

[gpstudios]

Title: Elevate Your Routine: Celebrating National Men's Grooming Day

National Men's Grooming Day is a celebration of self-care and confidence. It's a day to elevate your grooming routine, explore new products, and embrace the importance of looking and feeling your best.

In recent years, the world of men’s grooming has evolved dramatically. What was once considered a quick shave and splash of aftershave has blossomed into a full-fledged industry, offering a variety of products and services tailored specifically for men. National Men’s Grooming Day is the perfect occasion to explore the benefits of grooming and the positive impact it can have on your confidence,…

[thewaxden]

Men's Waxing: Breaking Stereotypes and Embracing Grooming for All

Men's waxing is here to stay! Learn more today!

Gone are the days when grooming was exclusively associated with women. The modern man takes pride in his appearance and understands the importance of self-care. One grooming trend that’s been gaining momentum among men is waxing. If you’ve been hesitant to give it a try, it’s time to break free from stereotypes and embrace the benefits of men’s waxing. In this blog post, we’ll explore why more…

[pinkribbonsblog]

Very much so!

[seedyclothes]

(via Modern Masculinity Active T-Shirt by SeedyClothes)

[without-energy-always]

I desperately need people to understand that in a mlm relationship it is not a requirement for one of them to be super feminine!!! they can both be masculine buff ass dude who suck dick!!

[toyastales]

I love dark accents in a bedroom!

[goatsandgangsters]

Nikolai Lantsov Fashion: Royalty Edition

Nikolai still hovered in the doorway. He wore full military dress, a pale blue sash across his chest. The light from the parlor glinted off his medals and gilded the edges of his golden hair. He was playing the role of the polished prince tonight. But standing there, he just looked like a lonely boy who didn’t want to return to a party by himself.

[osm2]

[hooked-on-elvis]

I … hmm ... so ... I mean…🫠

[the-daily-male]

Today's daily male is John "Soap" MacTavish from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2!

for anonymous!

[pinkribbonsblog]

So true!

[libbyfandom]

Modern!Mizu and The Moment Mikio Betrayed Her

(((So I was writing this moment for something else when it got way too long and so I decide to make it an independent piece. This is set before Mizu meets Ringo/Akemi/Taigen.)))

When they got into the worst fight of their relationship at Mikio's apartment, it escalated to physical attack.

Maybe Mikio assumed she could take it since she was strong. Maybe there was something more brewing under that blank look he got when they worked out together and she was faster, lifted more than he expected, etc. etc.

He had slammed her into the wall, and years of training went autopilot and made her leg kick out to hook him behind the knee and yank him off his feet. Mikio slammed onto his back with a strangled cry. She pulled her pocket knife out of her back pocket so he would be forced to stay back and they could both just...calm down. Her hand had shaken the tiniest bit.

She didn’t step closer to him, she held the blade out so that she could back away herself. She tried to calm her racing heart, she tried to start speaking to deescalate the situation but the abhorrent look in his eyes as he stared up at her from the ground pierced her heart. He called her some choice things that brought tears to her eyes despite resistance.

And then he left the bedroom and slammed the door shut. She tried to follow him but he held it closed so she couldn’t get out no matter how much she started banging or trying to throw her weight into it in panic.

She heard him calling the police on the other side. Her heart sunk into her stomach as she sagged against the door. He knew she had a record from when she was a teenager, the darkest years of her life. If they came there, she was without a doubt going to be arrested and booked. She would lose her scholarship, she’d lose everything she was building at college toward her future. The image of Eiji's disappointed face as he has to bail her out was enough to have her heart jump back up into her throat.

So she frantically grabbed everything that was hers in Mikio’s bedroom, shoved it into her backpack, and proceeded to climb out the window and scale down the side of his fourth floor apartment.

Her hands and knees got scratched up to a bleeding state from the bricks, and on top of that she landed on her ankle badly. There may have been a popping noise, followed by cussing through a tear choked throat. Heart pounding, she limped as fast as she could away from the sight line of the apartment before he could realize she’s gone and chase her.

She wiped the blood from her hands off on the bottom of her shirt.

The familiar burn of anguished rage spread quickly in her chest with the tears coming down faster and faster. She sniffled wetly, and rubbed the underside of her nose with her sleeve.

Passing by the last row of parked cars in the apartment complex she did a double take. Right there in the middle is Mikio’s stupid 1998 Crown Vic’s car. A flash of him giving her her first kiss in the front seats warped through her tears, his warm hand wrapped around the back of her neck as he pulled her in. With clenched teeth her knife flashed out and stabbed the front left tire. There was a hiss, air rapidly leaking out.

The car started to slowly lilt to the side, and it wasn't enough. So she swung her arm back and put her elbow through his driver side window with a shatter that hurt her ears and set off the car alarm.

She cradled her injured elbow, violently being slammed between waves of intense grief and intense rage (and a touch of bitter fear that sat on her tongue despite how hard she tried to swallow it past her closed up throat). For the first time in her life she felt so much younger than she really was as she hurried down the road back to campus, wiping her eyes on her shoulders and flinching every time she set her left foot down wrong.

The next morning was filled with endless (unanswered) calls and texts apologizing and pleading for them to talk. Mizu stared numbly at her phone, before just letting it slip from her fingers into a trash can as she walked to class. She'll just tell the phone company it was stolen so she can get a new phone, and a new number. It's fine. She had Eiji's number memorized.

There's nothing important on that phone anyway.

[bvckbiter]

me going into the rr crit tag lately: perhaps you would be happier writing your own books

[vintagegoodytwoshoes]

“Protesting? Gee whiz Sir I don’t think so! Heck, I’m too busy planning the Fourth of July parade!”