Male Gaze

Male Gaze

He’s looking at me. I can see him starring from the corner of my eyes. He tried sitting next to us, but the girl who he was sitting with made him move. I tried sitting closer to him, but the person I am sitting with didn’t hear me. I was too shy to explain myself, so I didn’t repeat myself.

I want to sleep. My eyes begin to close. He’s not that far. Why do I even care? Like the sociological explanation of situational homosexuality, situational liking. I keeplooking out of the window, into the road. I keep seeing homeless families just out of the freeway. I have to remind myself why I am here.

The male gaze only sees what it wants to. And it uses its privilege to observe at the bodies of those it desires. But I know who he wants, and I know what I don’t.