I have to confess something : ( very sad, but true.) My youngest brother was about 8 years old  and I was 12. He was a very "macho" kid; at his age he was already showing his passion for extreme  sports and lot's of manly stuff, and not crying was part as well. One day I challenged him and  told him that I did not believed a man could not cry, so I will make him cry. He told that he will  not cry and he was ready for the challenge, so I took a toy,thanks God made out plastic, with  the shape of a giant hummer, and start hitting his head. It sounds horrible, I know : (. What  what I was thinking? He stand the pain for long till he cry and went to tell my mom what I did.  I was smiling because I proved him that indeed man can cry. Please Cristian, forgive me; I  had no good sense
all by then. Man please cry; bring your emotions out; it feels good!
I love  you little brother

I grew up on a large ranch owned by my family since the start of the century, both my Dad and his  Father ran the ranch with the help of a few local men. When I was about 12 I was first involved  with the yearly branding of the cattle, this is a very tough job that is pleasant for neither  the people or the cattle. By the time the third or fourth cow had been man handled in to the crate  and locked in it was in obvious distress and I was crying for all I was worth. The cow in the cage  was so fearful that before the red hot brand was pushed on to its flank and the cow allowed to  go free it twisted, slipped and broke its leg resulting in it ultimately being shot, my crying  turned to wailing.

My Grandfather came over to me and smacked me, and told me to grow up and  me a man, and I told him I hated seeing the fear in the cows eyes and he quickly shut me up and told  me why I had to me a strong man.

His words; Everything around you, the animals on the ranch or  the family in your home, the people in the street react to how you behave, my crying directly  influenced the cattle they could sense my fear and became fearful and agitated which in tum  would resulted in the cow in the cage injuring its self, every man in the corral felt the same  but had the self control to hide their emotions of the sake of the other men and more importantly  the welfare of the cattle.

Since that day I've tried to be the rock for my family, the hope and  drive for my wife and to have the compassion to be a man around my animals.

A friend of mine heard about Yubliss. After visiting the website, he declared it to be "not  my style".

I asked him "what do you mean, by not your style?" He told me that he was not interested  in "this psychology thing".

I asked him if his daughters would be interested. He immediately  agreed that not only his daughters, but also his wife would probably be interested.

I think  he is living the myth of "being a real man" :o).

Great story about growing up on a ranch. When I originally proposed the myth, I was thinking  primarily of the limitations "being a real man" imposed on us.

Matt's comments in the blog  section and this story highlight the importance "being a real man" can have in very practical  situations in our lives.

How many times we have fear and end up conquering it because we are  being a real man? We (men and women) sometimes need to get out of our comfort zone and many times  that involves swallowing our fears, keep our emotions to ourselves, taking that leap into  the unknown. Sometimes, it takes it being a real man.

As most other myths, this one has two  sides. The general rule is valuable (or the myth would not have been established). It is important  for us to recognize it as a myth so that we can break it. But at other times "being a real man"  just makes sense.

Marcio.. please ask your friend invite his with and daughters to visit YuBliss ; )

I'm a short guy, 5'7'' (1.70m) and I aslways thought that women like tall man. There was nothing for me to do about it, I could not stretch myself so I just live with this myth. I'm freeing myself from it.
I think it is easier for you to get rid of this myth if you're short than if you're tall, because being tall you really need the myth to impress women.

War is absolutely necessary for the development of new technologies we cannot afford living without. And still more important, to grant peace we must go through some inevitable wars.
During war times fighting for a noble cause our lives get real meaning and we have that feeling of belonging to something bigger.
No matter the casualties, the broken hearts, the material losses and the damages to nature, war is a valid tool to make prevail what we think is the right point of view.

There's a widespread idea that the size of the male genitals is important for the pleasure of the female. Men that were not well gifted by nature would have low self esteem and be inclined to compensate:

1) by being aggressive drivers and owning big and flashy vehicles.
2) getting into body building/ big muscles to feel 'intimidating'.
3) seeking recognition through politics/power.
5) by hunting and by the ownership of guns.

Why do so many of us would like to extend our youth for all our lives? Isn't that a refusal to take responsibility for our lives, pretending we are grown ups but acting out as teenagers?
Would you like to be like Peter Pan in Neverland? If we choose to remain all in our teens who's going to provide for our needs?
Don't you know someone that looks like the child of her/his partner?