A thousand years ago I experienced the female gaze in the way described. And it had no power, it was nothing, it had no commercial validity or self-actualising ability. It was just a waste of my time. I found myself looking at the women in the scene - their cast-offness - and relating more to that. I remember when I stopped believing Steve Perry. I have to actively suspend my disbelief. I find more joy in sexual defiance, it's less irrelevant. Slightly. :)
My desk drawer, a bit messy, a catchall.