I am known as several yet both come to a point.
I am an attractive piece and slender regardless.
I am tall and thin yet concerned not with dieting.
I am sexy in one sense yet deadly in the other.
I am admired by both sexes yet for differing reasons.
I am walked and looked down on or gripped forcefully.
I am proud to be flaunted yet am sometimes concealed.
I am handheld or a footstep yet I always cast a shadow.
I am accessory to some yet to others I am weaponry.
I am still in a grotto yet will take some additional work.
I am a knife and a shoe yet neither of these is truly me.
WHAT AM I?
Last edition’s Fustigator: Man