I joined the Tea Club and am still a man

In English it sounds wussy, but I assure that it's far from that. There are guys in the club way cooler than I'll ever be. 茶道 ("Sadou" - The Way of Tea) and お茶会 ("Ochakai" - Tea Ceremonies) are of the most important aspects of Japanese traditional culture, and originally, back in the day when people were still cutting each other in half over land, only men were allowed to do it.
Over time they let the girls in too, and now it's a fairly popular activity all over the country.

The sensei is most likely the nicest person I've ever met in my life. I don't think Jesus has anything on this woman. She gave me a beautiful cloth used during the ceremony called a fukusa that has some pictures of horses and words of wisdom written on it. I swear this cloth could lull crying babes to sleep and stop the war in Iraq; it's that soft.

I officially signed a thingy saying I joined, and during the closing statements of night it got mentioned by one of the senior members that I would be joining, and everyone applauded and I said some humble words to beg their good treatment of me in the future. I had to do a self introduction as well, and everyone was surprised at my age and height, as usual.

All that's left to do is make an inkan (a name stamp) and a kimono.