I quite often wonder if I'm alone in the way I feel about women.
Right now I'm sitting in a cafe a few tables away from a group of three women who have been having an animated conversation for the past half an hour as women often do. I would love to join them. I love being in the company of women.
As I glance over at them from time to time, I can't help noticing their breasts. Not so much that their breasts are really obvious or that I want to see their breasts. Rather that breasts are so symbolic of womanhood. It is like they are a key to a whole other world that I will never be part of.
Of course the are many other worlds that I will never be part of, but a woman's world is one I would dearly love to be abe to experience. It is not that I want to be a woman - I don't. But I would like to know the experience.
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