It's cool that these guys were socialized by hearing "fellas is it gay" jokes before learning what irony is

Living people
are soft and tender.
Corpses are hard and stiff.
The ten thousand things,
the living grass, the trees,
are soft, pliant.
Dead, they’re dry and brittle.
So hardness and stiffness
go with death;
tenderness, softness,
go with life.
And the hard sword fails,
the stiff tree’s felled.
The hard and great go under.
The soft and weak stay up.

Lao Zi (LeGuin trans.)

"Stiff breeze" sounds kinda gay.