I remember, when I was six, telling my mother and showing her, how people bow. I have since seen male dancers curtsy, but when I did, my mother threatened to hit me with the wooden spoon for it. A lot of my home socializing was around male stuff. My grandmother, who was softer than my mother, didn't judge. And, she had two gay men living next door to her when I was little and one of them was kinder to her than my grandfather was.