9 To G 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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