i'm still asking myself what it is about androgyny that makes me weak at knees
it's an absolute beauty to me!
male androgyny surtout. i prefere it to the feminine.
like when i'm looking through Paul Boche's photoshoots it takes my breath away
i'm trying to go deep inside myself to analyse it profoundely but i just can't! weird!
i need an explanation
and i kbow i don't wanna fuck him. i wanna BE him
it's like he's free, "thin" in all the senses, décadent, dying and all white and immobile. free spirit of the wind kept by mistake inside the human body.
of course it just can't have a gender
because gender is stupid