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