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Why do I like effeminate men, my body not
Masculine, but my mind faking that of a male?
Why -- those boyish men who are, in a family,
Always a younger brother, rather a sibilant
Of frustration for the clan, than a sibling,
Not an heir, but a fetish of aesthetic affection
For a mother; airy, fading and fragile; a phantom of failure
For a father; males whose languid semen
Is ineffective for propagation; men who make me desire
To rape them.
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