This sublime form of ambiguity is properly feminine. The other form, the disguising of the masculine as feminine is merely grotesque . This was Nico's magnificent idea years ago, to play the false cross-dresser. The true cross- dresser is monstrous, the false one marvelous. The fact is that only the feminine retains a power of revelation - for its part, the masculine is no longer any secret, and that is the sad thing about it.
Femininity belongs to the realm of the secret, the masculine to the realm of the obscene .
We are all pretenders. Everything ambiguous is feminine. Everything that is no longer ambiguous is masculine in kind. That is the nature of the real sexual difference, which lies neither in sex nor in biology. Return to Cool Memories .