I see the strength so clear in your composition, the comfort in your manliness. An air of confidence which only you have, which others have lost in the struggle for modern equality. I see in you a strong passion for survival. To beat the odds. To be silent and live above centuries of degradation and the wisdom in that. I see you now and feel a symphony of emotions: compassion, sadness, admiration, guilt, love, a desire to touch your silky skin, lusting you, loving you. Primal.