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.
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