Very astute remark!
It bothers and disgusts me, because I’ve lived the “precociously emotive” part myself. Being treated like I can’t possibly be experiencing what I was experiencing, was literally a world class bummer for me. No, “gay” is not the only misstep possible in such a situation, though I won’t bother anyone with details.
The answer, I found squarely in Jesus relatively belatedly in my life. He’s the Guy who bawled (that’s probably the best translation there is for the term, not a polite wept) at the tomb of Lazarus before resurrecting him, a body that was not just dead but beginning to rot! And His Father heard... now if there is even a HINT of anything unmasculine there, it is out of the minds of stereotypers. God was able to pull out all the stops to the full diapason of compassion in full view. And it was not long before He was going to be crucified for this kind of fame.