"It seems that we all have an androgynous soul. To be seen, to be pleased...Yeah, look at the most original pornographic books, they are all about the pleasure and satisfaction of the female body, and it is not enough to stimulate and satisfy men.
Peeling off thousands of layers of civilization... I often linger on joy, smearing my lover's face under the lamp, like a fairy or a devil, as if he is not with me as this entity, but with someone who is staring at him The power of charm is unfolding and letting go. I'm just the medium of the power of the gaze... the gazed feminine and the gazed masculine coexist in us.
I am always amazed that the female body is one of his own creations, he was created by himself... He is like the mythical, star-filled body that swallows the sun and becomes a horizontal line, and when the sun passes through his body , he made the night, and then he gave birth to the sun and made a new day. He never clarifies himself, so he is unitary, the soul is the body, never divided.
I am amazed that the so-called divinity is also feminine. As for the male body, he is the rib that was stripped from Adam. He looks like a male, coexisting with his female counterparts, yet so different...
Perhaps, all myths are telling about a riot that happened more than ten thousand years ago. Myths reveal hidden feelings, nature creates women, women create men, but men create history. Yes history, the man then wrote the human story according to his will. He wrote that the woman was made of a rib of his body, and even wrote the original sin of the woman who ate the forbidden fruit of knowledge and was condemned by God.
But in my opinion, it is the man who enjoys eating the forbidden fruit of knowledge.
... He built a system that rivals and is different from nature, something so alien to nature that the male god usurped the position of the goddess. The wrath of the goddess became the original sin of mankind. Remember, the last goddess said, there was a time when you roamed alone, laughed, and bathed... The goddess turned her back and walked into the end of myth, giving way to social order. The sadness of the goddess has become the Garden of Eden that we have lost and cannot return.
I dissect myself as a feminine soul in a masculine body. My mental activity is full of feminine qualities, but my body, the body that carries the reproductive drive DNA,
As a kind of living creature, human beings cannot escape, and it is also our iron-blooded destiny. "
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