The heteronormative confusion in contemporary American male identity is found all throughout the pages of defunct genre magazines such as Man's World and other extinct titles. But the current cultural value here is that the cover illustrations are so beautifully drawn and painted that it subverts the overtly macho context into a kind of kitsch.
I spent years faking interest in football, baseball, and basketball and pretending Adam Sandler movies were funny and getting shot with a paintball was enjoyable. If you could have branded me with a label on my forehead that let the world know I was in fact manly, I would have begged you to do it. Though never once did I ask myself what being a man actually meant to me.