The display of female sexuality was always disconcerting to a boy of my sensitive, effeminate dispos
The display of female sexuality was always disconcerting to a boy of my sensitive, effeminate disposition. Of a boy that so desperately struggled with how sexy the things the girls desired, really were. Of a boy, that deep down, knew to be true what he so feared. That the things that the girls desired, were so much more sexier than the things the boys desired.Nothing so much however frightened me, as that of the hen night. The night in which boys experience the unconstrained desires of women. In which boys experience things so sexy, that all desire for girls washes away forever, and is replaced with the incomparably sexier female desire for men -- source link