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Being a sex object.

 

Being a sex object. 

Ulises Vargas 

November 29, 2025. 


Don’t you look nice tonight. 

How long did it take you?

How effortless was it? 

What’s the theory behind this ensemble of beauty?

How much of your appeal is product and style, 

versus real and natural beauty? 


Doesn’t matter–no one else will care. 

All that matters is how friendly that smile is, 

and how tempting those hips are. 


Give a damn how hard you tried to look nice.

Beware how hard every passerby is 

with shameless, objectifying eyes–

eyes which form memories;

eyes that could come back to bite. 


Give a damn how innocent your intentions are:

Give a damn how unintentional your provocation is:

eyes make it your problem for how objectifying they are;

for how dangerous they can be. 


Your style of dress is your art and expression.

Your style of dress is their superficial pornography.  

Every time you catch them ogling at the wrong places, 

the person behind those eyes reveals their danger–

no matter how badly you wished they’d be safe. 


Eyes reduce you and your dress. 

Eyes turn to stare all around you, 

at you and your dress. 

If only those eyes could mind themselves;

if only creeps could keep it to themselves


Those eyes make you sob in bed sometimes, 

releasing that fear and degradation that they force on you. 


Those eyes can take it further sometimes, 

realizing everything that they fantasized

when eyes turned to stare all around you, 

at you and your dress. 


Eyes reduce you and your dress–

your art and expression–

to superficial pornography. 


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