The story of Lance Twiggs is very interesting in what it tells us about the nature of masculinity. His lifestyle – the mold experiments, the gadgets, the collectible cards, the trinkets, the mess in the living room, the financial dependence – are those of a young, badly parented boy. He never became an adult man in anything other than his biological age and physical development. His forays into transgenderism and furrying are a clear sign that he knew he wasn’t managing to become a man.
“If I’m not a man, I must be a woman or am animal” was his logic, and it does make sense in a really warped way. He clearly perceived a mismatch between the form and the content of his self and tried to plaster the rift with adopting other identities and self-medicating with drugs.
We can pretend all we want that reality is infinitely malleable but it’s not. We have shied away from talking about the importance of male rites of passage, normal stages of masculinity, male communities and networks of support, and the result is a large number of young men who have no idea how to bring their minds into alignment with their bodies of grown men.




