| To be a man, gazing at other men - finding beauty and appeal in their eyes, their jawlines, their shoulderblades and their narrow hips, their flat chests and bulging groins... The power of gazing, objectifying, being a gentleman - A pure sexual lust, desire for a female body |
| Gender Dychotomy... |
| But instead being a woman, gazing at the same - beautiful women - loving their soft exposed skin, the hair on the napes of their necks, the swell of their bosoms, their narrow waists and swaying hips... even in a dress... graciously accepting compliments returning the gaze, being an object. and a sensual longing for caresses of the skin... |
| Never drawn to opposites. Never "Her soft bosom crushed against his hard chest." Feeling that which I take from both sides to make - myself And yet, from stereotypes and typicalities into a whole of mutable identity there is me: Denariel. |