My mom says that my dad is the least squimish male person she has ever known. He handles vomit, blood, injuries, female products and issues with equanimity. I've seen him go to the store and buy tampons, vaginal deodorant, even vagasil, without a blush, shudder, or blink of an eye.
My mom says the only thing he is squimish about is raw poultry. She chases him around the kitchen with raw chicken.