Guys go and pump iron with the purpose of becoming big and intimidating so they will never have to fight. It is rarely because they want to live longer, healthier lives. That is why when someone like me gets on the weight pile it creates animosity with the he-man, super buff, anti-anything-feminine-for-fear-of-looking-weak club.
I do not want to be able to lift a car, or intimidate anyone. I do not like the testosteroned competition that belongs in scripted television. I just want to lose my fluffy midsection before it gets out of hand. Instead I get red-faced gorillas that walk like side stepping bull riders screaming "Water makes you weak!" "C'mon, let's go! It's your set Tinkerbell!"
The animosity derives from my so-called friends using my sexuality as a weapon against others. For instance, "Whad'ya mean you can't finish your set?! The homo does better than you" Then, of course, I have some unstable gym monkey angry at me and I have no idea why, because I was not there.
The problem with men's gyms, is the men. God I hate masculinity...