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I grew up with an unusual example of masculinity.

My Dad cooked and cleaned. He sewed and repaired clothing. When I wanted to talk about my feelings he was always the person I talked to instead of my mother.

He taught me to bake.

He kept his nails tidy.

So when people meet him for the first time, they are a bit surprised at seeing a short man with a bushy beard.

But he's always tried to protect me. Including when I was stalked. Just by checking in on me.