I was staring into the abyss of my own enclosure thinking how canonically bisexual Arthur Nightingale struggles with the appropriateness of his own masculinity.
For the other Arthur smoochers– hold my hand.
Arthur has all the stereotypical "masculine" attributes (that were most likely enforced by his father and other male figures in his life, ie. that conversation where he says kids mocked him for being too old for "playing with dollies" and how he stopped doing so afterwards)
Arthur gives me the energy of a man that is very stifled in his own skin, both with his role as a leader and his overall existence. In between horny dialogues Arthur is very awkward about other, more domestic stuff.
That added to his less stereotypically "masculine" attributes: Cooking, the offer to put an apron for the drifter, his past as a choir boy and interest in singing (which he only ever does when drunk) just make me want to squeeze that man.
My man is struggling with his own existence so much outside of his job it's actually crazy. Every time he mentions wanting to open a pub and have a garden and a huge garage I look at god and think: "Man he would thrive so much as a homemaker." IN A COMPLETELY NON PATRONIZING WAY LET THAT MAN BE A HOUSE HUSBAND OH MY GOD.
Anyways I feel normal and fine and well in the head.
