honey and sting

On a discussion list, the topic of masculinity and violence came up. Along the way someone mentioned "the divine masculine", but didn't really say what that was. Having heard a lot of discussion the virtues of the divine feminine (receptivity, connection, grace, etc) but not much about the masculine, I was curious about that, and posted the following. Would love to know what people think/feel about all this.

What is the beauty and goodness of the Masculine?

I know that I am attracted to masculine energy, that I desire a complement to my feminine receptivity. I am attracted to something like the ability to stand for something, without regard for how it fits with what others want or need; with a kind of confidance, even to the point of forcefulness. That there is an attractiveness, sometimes, to "fuck you, this is how I am". I am attracted to boldness, to the ability to take action. To put aside feelings and solve a problem, with strategy, intuition, and luck. I remember with fondness my Daddy's big arms, and the way he could carry a sofa on his back out of the basement. I remember the way he could sit down with a broken piece of equipment and, without knowing anything in advance about how it worked, feel utterly curious and confidant in his ability to discover how to fix it. I love all kinds of things in men that have a different expression, through the lens of the feminine, in me. I love both the polarity of Man (the other) and Woman (me) and the male and female and masculine and feminine in me. I love the animus in me and the anima in a man. I love to be chased, to be prey, to be hunted. I love to be caught, and held down, with so much force and presence that I can relax in a delicious helplessness and surrender.

Of late I am somewhat more aware of all of the above NOT necessarily being tied to a born-male or born-female body. That is an awareness I am still in process with, and for the most part, my inner images retain the usual polarities, though that is changing as I get closer to more people in my life who are, as one of them puts it, "fluidly gendered."

What turns me off: a man's (or woman's) fear of my (or their own) feminine expressed as bullying and controlling and contempt for it. The inability to surrender. The inability to receive tenderness. Rigidity, with any of it.

What do you love about Maleness, masculinity, men? In yourself and others?