The title of this essay seems as a fake dilemma or almost sacrilege, since it is well known how Cavafy did not love the "weak" sex, how he rejected the post romantic voluptuousness of his time and how he wasn’t inspired by passions and mythical separations. But how and from what poetic passage Cavafy slips, even "imperceptibly" in the ontological cosmology of Women ? How and by what virtue women gain a place in Cavafy’s ritual of historical construction, how do they fit in this highly erotic gay scenery?