based on your icon you seem so cool
Thank you, the leather is doing all the work
Personally I'd go with, "dorky and earnest while suffering from occasional bouts of debilitating coolness."
Fun bonus picture
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Something quick and messy after seeing the 40th anniversary animation from studio trigger
Op: the shoot will begin, let us go together
B: huh? But I'm not a Prime, I'm not good enough. I'll just make you look bad
Op: A Prime is merely a title, you have grown past your function as my scout and into a Lieutenant.
Op: do not be ashamed of your actions, you have earned your place by my side. I am proud of you
Op: Even if you do not consider yourself worthy, you are still my son
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WHY NOT? WHY WONT YOU STOP DELETING TRANS GIRLS BLOGS OFF TUMBLR?
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Year 3
I stand in a dojo with 5 men. I'd forgotten to shave this morning. Sweat is dripping down from my face to the floor. The instructor, a man I have been working with for 3 years, gestures me forward.
"This!" He says, "Is how you break a man's fingers!" I know this move, and grab his wrist to begin the demonstration. I do not correct him.
"You first establish the bridge by seizing his wrist!" I do not correct him. "You rotate his fingers-"
"She." I interrupt, stopping the lesson cold.
"Of course, Comrade." He says kindly, "My apologies."
"You rotate the comrade's fingers-"
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I am drunk in a gay bar. It's two in the morning and a beautiful woman has seized me on the dance floor. Behind me, the DJ cheers as her tongue enters my mouth.
Her hands are ravenous. They seek every inch of me as she presses me backward into a wall.
She freezes when her hand squeezes my cock.
Her body is rigid. Her tongue is flaccid in my mouth. She pulls away ashamed and apologetic. She stumbles a few words as the house lights come up and the DJ announces the last call.
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I am on the phone with a scammer. I have not yet realized its a scam.
"And can I speak to Sophia?" He asks politely.
"I am Sophia, I know that my voice is confusing I-" He does not let me finish.
"Oh!" He says. "That's cool. That's so so cool. I'm cool with that. I'm so cool with that." Something tells me he's lying to me. But, anyway, if I'm ready to send him a deposit I can lock in a wonderful house at well below market rate.
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I am outside the bar again. Savoring a rare cigarette as I lean against a railing. It's too hot for me to wear my leather inside.
A beautiful man weaves into my vision. His abs glisten with sweat beneath his crop top. His lips are full and red.
"Aren't you just so butch!" He purrs, putting a hand on my arm and stepping closer. He and his boyfriend had just broken up and I looked awfully yummy. He knows a quiet little alley down the street if I feel like giving him a taste.
"I'm a dyke" I rumble, voice full of gravel and cigarette smoke.
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I'm out on the streets, safe behind my sunglasses. My boots make a satisfying thunk and my carabiner jingles reassuringly with every step I take.
"The encampment is just over there!" I call, arms gesturing. In front of me a swarm of volunteers shifts into motion.
One of the security detail steps up to me and says, "Holy hell, man! You look scary as fuck!"
"Yeah."
I grunt as I hoist a case of bottled water onto my shoulder.
"I know."
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