A gentle, goofy, emotionally-evolved boy with soft circus energy and a knack for surreal charm.
He’s not a Chad. He’s not a Soyboy.
He’s a Doveboy—part juggler, part dreamer, part emotional support harlequin.
He might juggle hula hoops, LED poi, or metaphorical knives (but never your heart).
He performs— not to manipulate, but to delight.
He doesn’t ghost—he vanishes in a flash of doves and returns with a clementine.
He is strong—but never threatening.
Masculine—but never performative.
He’s the kind of boy who would dance to I Feel for You by Chaka Khan, arms wide, feet silly, heart open.
Coined by a collective of Montreal-based artists, the term Doveboy was born in whispers—possibly in a basement, possibly around a kitchen table late a night. The idea emerged from a shared vision of a man—part circus performer, part emotional magician—asking softly,
“Do you want me to disappear?”
…and then vanishing in a flash of doves, only to return moments later with a fruit and a smile.
The Doveboy is a response to toxic masculinity.
He doesn’t dominate—he dances.
He doesn’t ghost—he slips out like a magic trick and always comes back.
He doesn’t shame you—he lifts you up and makes you giggle while doing it.
He’s not a trend.
He’s a tender revolution.
He’s not a Chad. He’s not a Soyboy.
He’s a Doveboy—part juggler, part dreamer, part emotional support harlequin.
He might juggle hula hoops, LED poi, or metaphorical knives (but never your heart).
He performs— not to manipulate, but to delight.
He doesn’t ghost—he vanishes in a flash of doves and returns with a clementine.
He is strong—but never threatening.
Masculine—but never performative.
He’s the kind of boy who would dance to I Feel for You by Chaka Khan, arms wide, feet silly, heart open.
Coined by a collective of Montreal-based artists, the term Doveboy was born in whispers—possibly in a basement, possibly around a kitchen table late a night. The idea emerged from a shared vision of a man—part circus performer, part emotional magician—asking softly,
“Do you want me to disappear?”
…and then vanishing in a flash of doves, only to return moments later with a fruit and a smile.
The Doveboy is a response to toxic masculinity.
He doesn’t dominate—he dances.
He doesn’t ghost—he slips out like a magic trick and always comes back.
He doesn’t shame you—he lifts you up and makes you giggle while doing it.
He’s not a trend.
He’s a tender revolution.
“He juggled at the party and then asked me how my inner child was doing. Babe, I’m not just in love—I’m in Doveboy love.”
“He ghosted me? No, baby. A Doveboy doesn’t ghost—he exits in a puff of smoke and reappears with snacks.”
“He said ‘don’t fall for me, fall with me’ and did a backflip into a pile of stuffed animals. Yeah. He’s a Doveboy.”
“He ghosted me? No, baby. A Doveboy doesn’t ghost—he exits in a puff of smoke and reappears with snacks.”
“He said ‘don’t fall for me, fall with me’ and did a backflip into a pile of stuffed animals. Yeah. He’s a Doveboy.”
by glitchember June 10, 2025