And Then There's the Psychology of it All

Now I'm no expert, not even an amateur, when it comes to psychological ideas, so you'll have to take this with a pinch of salt as I describe my feelings about the gynaecomastia that I'm recently afflicted with. I've never considered myself a bloke's bloke. Not 'one of the lads'. No interest in sport, not even a drinker. But breasts! Breasts on a man - no mate that's not a real man. Breasts, boobs, titties and bazookas are the complete opposite of everything that is male, so it's hardly surprising that when someone lacking these attributes suddenly develops them, it sends them a bit off kilter. Well, it's been messing with my head (as well as my chest). Then the clever people tell you that it's your hormones that have gone astray - well it's common knowledge that Real Men don't have hormones (actually they do, all sorts, but I'm sure you get my drift). For me, there's a lot going on and it's difficult to pin down exactly what my feelings are. Yes, there is the masculinity side of it,…