“As soon as the boy had gone, David rose from beside the stone heap and prostrated himself with his face to the ground before Jonathan. He bowed three times, and they kissed each other, and wept with each other; David wept the more. ” 1st Samuel 20:41
High-five. Nod. Fist bump. A quick side hug. A slap on the back. Maybe a slap on the ass if during an athletic event.
We are supposed to be strong, independent, isolated, and unemotional. Wanting affection, showing affection is viewed as weakness at best and as feminine at worst. (The sexism and mysoginy of this is obvious.) It’s definitely connected to a fear of being viewed as gay, but in no way are gay men immune to this societally enforced deadening of our affection.
For whatever measure of acceptance our “toughness” gains us…
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