But then maybe I'm just a lesbian trapped in a man's body

It struck me today after hearing about two lesbians walking down the street, wearing pins that said "Yes, we're lesbians, and no, you can't watch" (cute) that one of the very few paradoxes about us men, who usually are easily defined by their/our interest in food, f*cking, farting and football (OK, for me, I'd substitute baseball for football and beer for farting) is that they/we get excited at the idea of watching two women do to each other exactly what they/not we! themselves don't like to do with our women: engage in extended foreplay.