Blood Diner, because it’s actually about a trans man who helps his dead uncle become his living aunt. It’s easy to lose track of the fact that this is a movie about two transitions in the chaos of the ancient blood cult, vegan diner that serves human meat, wrestling with Jimmy Hitler, and all that, but it’s all in there. Blood Diner was decades ahead of its time. I watch it a few times a year. Watch it as a double feature with Frankenhooker and pretend they’re modern experimental indie movies. Frankenhooker is a feminist masterpiece.
Having a significant affinity for any part of the body is paraphilia. Boobs and ass are no more complete women than feet. They’re all stand ins for whole women and sexual experiences. They’re all libido cues for different people for different reasons. As someone with all of these parts, male sexual fixation feels the same regardless. I don’t see a meaningful difference and usually can’t tell what part of my body people are staring at.