male gaze

When I pretend not to hear the objectification forced my way, I sacrifice the autonomy of my movement and surrender my body to those who wish to control it.

It took me 22 years to embrace my actual identity and understand that what I thought was an attraction to men was actually an outright addiction to the male gaze.

This wouldn't be the last time I haphazardly gave my body to somebody whose name I didn’t know. Desperately, I wanted to feel desired.

Body image issues run rampant in queer men because, unlike their straight male counterparts, queer men experience the male gaze with a new level of intensity — they are both the subjects and the observers.

“Cool Girl” is no longer a defining compliment in my eyes. I’ve instead accepted it as a product of the male gaze.

“Baywatch” is obviously preoccupied with bodies, and overtly upholds rigidly gendered standards: huge muscles for men and tiny waists for women. It misses any opportunity to subvert the now-stale sexism of the original television series.