You know, as I look around the world, I think we could do with more boys who are raised to nurture, to love, to have empathy and compassion. If that means they are 'sissies' I think that the label is the least of our worries.
That said, my brother was raised by a feminist mother, as was I, who taught us both the value of nurturing and caring. She went to battle with my grandfather when he tried to take my older brother's blanket away, buzz cut his hair, and tell him to "Man Up!' like a Marine at age 4. She let my brother pick out pretty barrettes to wear in his hair when he was young and saw me wearing them as a baby and toddler. She taught hum that it was ok to be sensitive. Yes, he did get picked on in elementary school. He was a scrawly, geeky little guy who was the epitome of the word nerd- he rebelled against school by writing 'My mom likes me a lot.' on every paper for several months straight. He would have been that kind of kid no matter what. By middle school he grew taller, and had learned to use sarcasm to cut through the bullies. He learned to develop a core of friends who were smart and could think outside of the box. He went through high school bluring gender lines- playing the flute, wearing pink converse, with long hair and wearing an earring. He was active in drama, band, and debate.
He's now pretty comfortable in his role as a very manly guy who drives a truck, builds stuff, facilitates major government negotiations regarding environmental policy with ranchers and farmers, and is finishing law school in a year. He has served in the military. He has a very 'normal' life.
Had he not been raised with acceptance, and nurtured to see value in the person he was, he would not be the strong man he is as an adult. There would have been no safe refuge for him from the teasing he endured early on. He wouldn't have learned that you can be the person you are, and you will still have value within society.
And now I have two little boys. One is unabashedly a boy-ish ball of destruction and dirt- snips and snails and puppy dog tails personified. The other is a very sweet, sensitive little guy who walked through the grocery store a few days ago carrying a pink poodle-purse stolen from his older sister and trying to put on a tutu. It's all a matter of who they are within, and whether as parents, we teach them to accept and value that unconditionally.
(On an unrelated note- egad- the caps!!! Please locate the shift key.)