Perhaps you've seen some of those "Just for Christian Men" type books, .e.g. Wild At Heart, Fight Like A Man. They address the basic issue that the church seems to be made up primarily of women and children, and those men that are there are often emasculated wimps.
I've read some of these books, generally written by Americans, and whilst its difficult to stomach quite a lot of it, the fundamental message rings true: that men are fundamentally wild at heart, and don't do well tamed. We are taught that Jesus was loving and gentle, we sing "Jesus is my boyfriend" type songs, we are soft and without passion, apathetic.
Yet Jesus was a fierce, rugged carpenter, with sufficient presence to drive people out of the Temple with a whip! I'd like to see a blue-eyed, milk-faced sop try that on. Jesus was a Man, a man's man, full of courage and strength, whilst gentle and loving. His love was not sickly sweet, but deeply passionate and committed to the extent that He surrendered without a word to probably the most severe punishment devised by man. The word excruciating literally means "out of the cross".
This Jesus is my master, worthy of my unconditional allegiance and devotion. I would say love too, but that word has largely been hijacked by the wimp brigade and sticks a little in my throat.
So having said all of that, I was sitting in the lounge chatting to my wife about why I like pictures of lush greenery as well as harsh desert landscapes. She came up with several theories, but I reckon the green landscapes represent the tame part of my life, full of responsibilities and duties, whilst the desert represents a deep unrequieted desire to be free, to go hunting with other men and make fire.
Please don't tell me my wife. If she finds out I have spare time she'll make me do the dishes! ;-)