I agree with you Daisy B. Most people don't take the time to understand why their male animals are reacting as they are. So interesting about the suede shoes and the red coat! I suggested to my SO that perhaps my gentle roo remembers when I rescued him from being pecked to death by his StepMama and brother when he was newly hatched. It is possible that at that time I was wearing the comfy clothes that he prefers to see me in now.
Why stress an animal by wearing scary clothes when it is easy to work with him? Of course, not everyone has the time to give their animals one-on-one TLC like we do, I guess. Or they don't really bond with them or care for them to the extent we do? They see them as utilitarian ends to a means.
I grew up on a farm, and you are right. We had male hogs and bulls, and my dad was a Gold Medal Premium farmer. He didn't try to control or dominate his animals but was gentle and loving with them, and that worked just fine. No problems. He was always careful to tell me not to go near them, because he knew they might go beserk with a small child running around and charge.
I don't have children, so I don't have to worry about them terrorizing my rooster, thank goodness.
I did the same thing you did. When my roo was little and just coming into his hormones and was isolated inside the solarium, where he still prefers to roost at night, even though he's now been integrated into the flock, he experimented with pecking my hand, as if I were a hen. I didn't react other than explaining to him in a calm voice why that wasn't acceptable, and he soon grew disinterested in doing that.
I find he responds well to lots of touch. First thing in the morning I open the solarium door and pet him. He especially likes to have his earmuffs and eyebrows stroked. He just eats it up. Later, as it warms up, I let him out to play with his girls. The only time he gets aggressive is if I wear dress clothes. This may be because he's looking at my legs, and he grew up in the elevated solarium, at head level with me. When I pick him up and hold him, and he sees that it is me, not my scary legwear, he calms right down and realizes everything is okay-- I am not a beastly monster, after all.
Animals are so fascinating! I feel so privileged to have had this little guy in my life to teach me so much.