Dear Self,
Last night I sat in a circle of men and talked about what it means to be a man.
A while ago I realised that I was a man.
I always knew that I was male, but the fact that being male means in societies eyes that I am ‘a man’ only just occurred to me.
An interesting thing has started happening to me.
I have always been very good at developing close friendships with women. And I have been lucky enough to also develop a couple of very close friendships with men. In general…