A man, tall and built, professional dancer is upset when in dance class you have a male partner for a few minutes.
The heat between him and the woman is so that you feel the metal ballet bar want to melt when they lean against it.
When she talks to him, his voice goes high a bit and he turns away.
In a recent past photograph with his ex-girlfriend, he declares God is a woman.
He puts up an insulting rap song when the woman mentions a male amputee's spirit.
He posts Instagram photographs and songs alluding to his cheating.
Another photograph shows his brilliant mother waving her hands no, perhaps on his being with an older woman.
All the while, there are no dates and no trace of their love exists, except in immortal, timeless particles in the Universe.
He sends an email alluding to her age, as if he shouldn't be happy she'd even look at or consider him at any age.
During winter classes, his male energy has declined more. He is thinner, his face is at times not as handsome as in the summer, his voice is higher, and his masculine energy seems cut.
Months later, he is with a man, declaring he is his best view, world, and pretty boy. When did they meet? Was he with him and others, like a lady whose place he slept at months earlier? Perhaps the new masculine is two gay old-fashioned men.
His mother beams that he changed sexual orientations (unless it was always that way, as some older photographs, even with the ex, had gay facial expressions. God forbid he'd be with an older woman. The sky would fall, according to his mother. What a great mother-in-law she'd make for this woman.
Months later, there is still no explanation for the beautiful inside-and-out older lady.
