Men who wear moisturizer make me weak at the knees. I confess to feeling strangely stimulated when I discover that my partner has been in my cosmetics cabinet again. I recognize the deep tracks of his fingertips in the snowy, fragrant surfaces of body butters and creams. I know he steals my perfume too, and he doesn’t care if he smells girly, because it is, after all, my scent. I find this very romantic.

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