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When I feel good about myself, yes I like men to look. It's an ego boost. I don't like ogling though, or crude comments. I will usually answer back to those, rudely! In Portugal though you get more of the rude ones who leer than the nice sort of compliments. It's pretty neanderthal down here lol.
Once I was wearing a short skirt and shirt with ties at the front, walking down a busy street, and I got smacked in the bottom by a guy passing by on his motorbike! I was so angry I must have screamed every swear word I know, and then invented some also.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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