Masculinity

What attracts me most to my lover is how masculine his prose is. Every text he transmits, and this includes body language, exudes masculinity.

Sarah and I discussed this once on the F train. It is as if all space bends and moves to suit his needs. Language orbits around him, and when he writes, or even speaks (because there is a distinction) he chooses his words carefully, deliberately. It's very god-like.

And I do equate the concept of God with masculine temerity.

I, on the other hand, consider myself a feminine writer. Not at all inferior, but different. I bend, I move, I let space dictate my sentences. The void, the spaces in between the letters carries just as much importance. Unlike men, I am not penetrating the void, but playing with it.

That being said, the voyeur in me likes watching someone else penetrate it.

When he and I first made love I told him that I loved the way he maneuvered language. Then he maneuvered me.