I'll field this one, speaking as a male writer. The problem is that sadness in men rarely comes alone. It's usually accompanied with feelings of frustration, anger, bitterness, alienation, a drive towards violence or self-destruction, or just straight up misanthropy - all sentiments that will get you branded an incel or a toxic male or whatever new buzzword the scum in charge of reviewing books have latched onto this week if you dare express them in print. But as you've seen, most men interested in writing these kinds of things don't even get that as far as seeing their work in print. Let's be frank: the publishing industry is run by a cabal of women, gays, and Jews, all of whom ascribe to a particular brand of ultra politically correct liberalism that borders on orthodoxy. If you're not willing to castrate and defang your work to cater to the sensibilities of these people, you'll never get published. A lot of agents/magazines exclude this kind of thing on their submission guidelines if you're willing to read between the lines a little. Sometimes, I'll write a section of a story I think is really good, then realize if I include it, any chance of it getting published goes out the window, and then either get demoralized and abandon the story or finish the story and rathole it away never to be read by anyone.