While man may be an object of physical attraction, he can never be the object of the same kind of physical attraction that women possess. As Camille Paglia says, male striptease can never compare to women’s, because in men there is no mystery to be revealed, only exposure. Only the foolish presentation of the possibility of judgment. The mysteries of women are preserved even after physical revelation, and demand further risk and penetration to be revealed, and even then only in darkness and exhaustion, strength climaxing in eradication of strength.
In men this mystery is forever absent. But there is a mystery, a question. And it is, can he, or is he worthy of, penetrating that mystery? Is he worthy of welcome into the walled and sacred space? Of being carried into the place where life is formed, where all time and history begin? His revelation is an exposure of his own contingency. A woman’s is a revelation of her own creativity and hidden wonders.
Making Nobody Happy 