Expressing myself sexually on the dance floor,
Rolling my hips, swaying my shoulders,
Popping my hips, grinding the air;
Young, provocatively dressed women approach me,
Pressing their tight flesh against my hard body.


I feel violated, and I express it adequately;
They sense the hostility, and like animals they back off;
They've lost the scent for

This seemingly homosexual, male specimen,

So I continue to express myself sexually on the dance floor
In the midst of the hateful, disapproving heterosexuals.


If I wasn't sexually unappealing, I'd be an object of derision
To amuse their simple, alcohol-soaked, drug-addled minds;
But I'm different, beautiful, free and unconcerned,
So I must be destroyed, made an example of.

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