I saw a male therapist just once. I was going against every instinct I had about male therapists. I just thought "I need to try it out just to see how it's like and at least with him I won't have transference". Transference was my main concern. That was when my transference with my female therapist was overwhelming me.

He had a huge office with an amazing view. The guy was clearly well-off and well-respected and had written a number of articles about gay stuff, that was one of the reasons I had picked him. He even had a collection of smoke pipes. It was a bit odd.

He immediately proceeded to tell me that I didn't actually have a depression just because I was put together and not crying I suppose and everything in his way of talking was dismissive and arrogant.
He was so awful: no empathy, no caring. He even told me I was a loser because I didn't have many friends. I should just have walked out. But I stayed until the end of the session, paid him and never went back.