Also

Where are the women in all this? Why women not as often can contemplate this kind of sensuality without feeling like they're going to be lesbians. It has nothing to do with it; you can appreciate feminine beauty without having to be a lesbian isn’t it?

It seems for a long time:

The female body has been viewed primarily through a male gaze

Women were allowed to be seen, but not freely to see

Admiring another woman’s body was often framed as:

-competition
-comparison
-or sexualized in a narrow way

So when a woman tries to:

appreciate, study, or even enjoy feminine beauty

there can be an internal interruption:

“What does this mean about me?”

Across cultures, women have always:

•danced together
•bathed together
•studied each other’s bodies (movement, childbirth, care)
•shared physical spaces without it being reduced to identity labels

I am protecting the Idea that:

Three main pressures:

1.Label anxiety
Everything must “mean something” about identity

2.Sexualization filter
Sensuality is immediately interpreted as sexual

3.Disembodiment

“Compu-art” plastique automata
ticking toward extinction,
bumping blindly,
disjointing to display
their most commodifiable,
sexily glinting features—
fire eyes, taloned wings in minus dimensions.

Stop, Stop, Agonic moment of plain sight…

End of transmission

Pues si chicos, necesitaba mover la pelvis porque me estaba quedando como un tronco 🪵 rígida.

This is sensuality without sexuality.
Embodiment without display.

Perhaps:

Can a living body carry this same quality
without being reduced to erotic meaning?