I’ve very little regret these days; forgiveness seems to have washed that pain away. For as much as I was made to believe that men crying was shameful, I welcome my tears. They feel like an old friend. My tears reassure me that no matter who might or might not like my words, they truly contain my truth. It feels freeing and like I’m leaving a trail of emotion behind me. Yes, real men cry, laugh, love, wear capes and toss glitter. Real Men stand tall in their own authentic truth.