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It excites me when I am admired. Not head-on, but sincerely, deeply, with a subtle thirst. When I feel that a man is losing control from my voice, movements, look… I feel it. And it turns me on. I am repulsed by men who do not know how to be men: when they ask but do not offer; when they are rude but call it “character”; when they forget that respect is not a compliment, but a basic level.