My nipples are my only feminine side. Everything else is gayer than pink leather pants.
Call it erogenous or downright plain-as-hell kinky, but you see, things just don't get any clearer than that.
Of course, you must understand that this is big coming from an admittedly gay guy so out of the closet. No, not my nipples. This admission, that is, and this begins to grow steadily lamer as it reveals itself to be a badly punchlined one-liner.
And yes, for that matter, I still keep in touch with my feminine side. Most especially during those kinkier alone moments.