I've said it before and I'll say it again. I had a male midwife for the birth of dd1 and he was beyond brilliant.
I have a condition which makes pregnancy very high risk (heart). My pregnancy was managed at a London teaching hospital, and I was seen by ob/gyn's not midwives. On the day that I gave birth, I was seen in clinic by a female doctor. She wasn't a great communicator. She did an internal, told me I was 3 cm, did a sweep with my consent and sent me straight to the labour ward. So I was feeling quite overwhelmed at this point, and dh was not with me.
Upon arrival at the labour ward, I was greeted by my midwife, Adam. He asked me to change into a hospital gown (I didn't have my case with me), and remove my underwear so he could give me prostin. He then left the room, and I was on my own thinking Noooooo, I don't want a male midwife. By the time he came back, dh had arrived fresh from putting up shelves in the nursery. Adam came back and gave the prostin, and within less than 5 minutes I was in established labour.
I cannot explain in words exactly how supportive he was, but throughout the labour he did not leave my side. He never made me feel like a medical curiosity, even though my pregnancy and labour were very high risk. When I cried for the anaesthetist, he was called. When I was told that I could not have an epidural because I was fully dilated, my midwife encouraged me that I could manage. I was allowed to labour and deliver kneeling up, and although I was tied to monitoring equipment, it was moved to suit me. When dd1 was born with a poor agpar score, he revived her. I couldn't ask more from a midwife.