The Toxic World Of Masculinity

Before you read this i want to give a disclaimer. This is going to be a long one like a essay long blog, so read at your own will. And i am not coming after men in this, this is just my view point on masculinity. Enjoy this blog if you choose to read it. 

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What i'm seeing in this generation of men...well in men period, but it gotten more noticeable in 2026, is the way men can so easily mistake being self-actualized for merely being harden, how easily they thing they're strengthening themselves through discipline. When in reality they're actually becoming more fragile like brittle wood of a dead tree. 

Why? Because they're latching onto a social structure that is [predominantly concerned with enforcing all the things that men cannot be, that they cannot do or cannot say. Something that sticks with me that adds up to this is what Bell Hooks wrote in her book "The Will To Change''. 

In her words

"The first act of violence that patriarchy demands of males is not violence towards women. Instead the patriarchy demands of all males that they engage in acts of psychic self-mutilation, that they kill of emotional parts of themselves."

Essentially its a social structure that naturally assaults their feeling of self-worth as it renders their once inherent value into a conditional one, into something to be earned, to be competed for. Often at the expense of other men, thereby instilling them with social anxiety, with fear of being casted out, of being perceived as "masculine"  by the same system that robbed them of their self-esteem in the first place. 

And this in turn can render them cruel. This, is what breeds violence. and this brings me back to where i started. A man isolated from society, struggling for meaning and purpose, a masculinity in crisis. I see majority...No all men victimized by the very system that promised significance, a man made small through psychological and emotional self-mutilation. A man who has became a stranger to himself, a danger to those around him.

And i'm remind of so many other men today, preforming, posturing, increasingly detached. I think of all those ridiculously rigid philosophies of masculinity, of men chasing productivity without true purpose, of men pursuing prosperity and status without true service. I think of Matt Walsh proudly proclaiming he doesn't concern himself with home decor shopping. 

I think of Andrew Tate denying his son affection while prohibiting him to be afraid of bees. I think of the supposedly masculine men posturing dominance over one another, you know ''what kind of man orders white wine in a restaurant' Like who gives a crap, that doesn't make them any less of a freaking man. 

I think of all those men who need ever more control over their wives, in a deep-seated fear of losing them, in a deep-seated fear that they were never truly loved by them in the first place. That their partner's commitment has always been conditional on them preforming masculinity better than other men, as if there is nothing inherent within them to be loved, as if they worth must be continuously proven. 

I think of men growing more cruel and dispassionate, men who believe themselves to be more powerful solely out of vicarious realization to the aggression of those in positions of power and influence. I think of Nick Fuentes gleefully relishing in his overt racism. I think of the MAGA movement descending into an ever greater psychosis, having completely surrendered any semblance of autonomy of the whims of they're deranged leader. 

I think of men yearning for a world without compassion, a world where only might is right, as if that somehow embodies a man's primal essence or ideal natural state, as if the most prosperous and most peaceful era of human history didn't coincide with one of unprecedented cooperation and diplomacy. As if everything that is good and beautiful isn't as righteous as any other force that propels men forward. 

A world where everything burns, where men are embedded by the suffering of others, detached from all empathy and kindness, priding themselves for their callousness, their brutality. A masculinity that yearns for nothing, that hopes for nothing...That has been hollowed out from the inside and now moves to the destruction of all.

Including itself.

Masculinity shouldn't be toxic, rough, or held to high expectations. It should be self-expansive, that always aspires to broaden it's horizon. And to enrich the understanding of an emotional connection to itself and the world it lives it.  

I'm not a man whatsoever. But i would love it if my male followers would add they take on this. This is just how i see it through my eyes.. I wouldn't want to offended anyone.