Male Fantasies, Male Fantasies

Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies?

Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy:

that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it.

Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy:

pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else.

You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.