Thank you for that!
I vividly remember relatives saying things like that to me at an early age (“I bet you’re a little ladykiller! Got a steady girlfriend yet, tiger?”) and thinking that I must be doing something wrong. Plus I had the usual group of bullies calling kids fags, so I didn’t know what I was supposed to be.
I just know that if my little nephew wants to cook, the last thing in the world I want is for him to think that cooking is something a “real man” would never do. Or that if he wants to wear a pink shirt, that it’s somehow bad (which he’s also been told).
