I played pool with him. Her. Fuck... I don't know? Also, I'm afraid to ask.
Just let it roll... I think.
He puts on his feminine moves while he plays and it brings out this...
instinct in me. Even though I am seeing before me a male, somebody I would not consider attractive or a potential partner, those feminine moves appeal to something deeper in me. They draw my masculinity out. They reach into that side that says I must look after those I consider vulnerable and precious in my life. They say to me that
woman is definately precious to me.
Yes, it draws out my masculinity.
A male, acting in feminine capacity, makes this biological female feel masculine.
What a world.
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