As I seem to every couple of years, I am reading Written On The Body by Jeanette Winterson. I don't often reread something, but this one calls to me from time to time. The gist of the plot is that there is a beloved and neither the name nor the gender of the protagonist suitor is ever revealed. At times the energy is decidedly female, other times male.
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Now, if I could just find a way to get paid for what I can do with my tongue and a cherry stem. 
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