Three things that make me cry

I was ten years old in the front row in the movie theatre. My best friend beside me. We had just finished watching Benji the hunted. (A movie about a little dog if you aren’t familiar with 80’s kid's movies.) As I looked at my friend and we wiped the tears from our eyes, we knew we had a problem. Men aren’t supposed to cry, especially in front of other men. We were only ten but already knew this wasn’t acceptable. So we made a pact, "This is just between us. We won't sell each other out. No one has to know we cried." I am a grown man now, not just a boy pretending to be one. I am comfortable with my masculinity. I am not ashamed of it. I don’t hide it. I spit & fart. I sometimes stink after