Similarly, I was afraid to be seen working in a flower bed, or potting houseplants, because of the assumptions certain neanderthal-ish people make about male florists. But now I gladly talk about the tulips, irises and roses sprouting up in my flower bed with anyone who will sit still long enough to listen. Or share houseplant tips with co-workers. For good or ill, there is a connection in our culture between flowers and gay men. I don't mind.
Flower are bright, colorful and delicate living beings.
They cheer us up when we are down. They comfort us when we are sick. And they add a touch of festivity to any occasion. I know that part of my attraction to flowers is the bit of beauty they can add to things. Raising them gives me a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment in being able to care for these fragile creatures which seem to be such a mystery to some people.