Lines.

 I've heard questions about "Do you look at the nude male form?" or "How do you feel about non sexual male nudity?" 

And my body freezes completely. I can feel hands that can cover my stomach on me, their fingers unsnapping and unzipping as my clothes are moved. I'm no longer an adult, I'm a child. All over again. 

"Be still boy and do as I say. "

The bigger man moves his body almost like a rag doll, he's learned to go limp. 

His hands are rough, he can feel the calluses on his finger tips and palms of his hands. Meanwhile a feminine voice cuts through the air, a drunken giggle. 

Oh. 

"Come here baby, my baby" 

Her arms open wide and he can see that she's bare, he doesn't want to go any further but he's lost control. He's not a person anymore, just a thing. 

I look down at my body now and I hate it all. I clench my fists and watch as the muscles move and some veins pop up. I tense my legs muscles to the point spasms. Just to feel something. 

I know my body is made up of long lines and sharp edges. Maybe one day I'll be able to smooth them down.