I hate them –
Their brutal careless strength,
Their sweat, their dirt, their body odor,
Their dominating sexual aggression.
Being restrained, controlled, manipulated,
Forced to submit, forced to be passive,
Forced to respond against my will,
My body betraying me to side with the enemy,
I was forced to be their tool and their toy.
I love them –
Their strong male personae,
Their supple shifting muscles,
Their gleaming wet bodies,
Hair in plastered patterns,
Acting on instinct – sure and secure,
Self-possessed and confident,
Uncaring of the consequences;
I still worship, captive at their idol altars.
Edited by traveler (08/08/12 09:56 PM)
They have greatly oppressed me from my youth, but they have not gained the victory over me.
Plowmen have plowed my back and made their furrows long.
But the Lord is righteous; he has cut me free from the cords of the wicked.