Bramblethorn
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- Making reference to friends in a way which strongly suggests gender: Are they "buddies?" Did they "do brunch?"
wait, brunch is gendered now?
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- Making reference to friends in a way which strongly suggests gender: Are they "buddies?" Did they "do brunch?"
There is a cliché about it, yes. I'm not sure what you mean by "now" but it isn't new.wait, brunch is gendered now?
Interesting. I have never considered doing brunch gendered at all. I guess the cliche is groups of women having brunch together as they gossip. Thinking about having brunch at a restaurant, there are more all women groups than all men groups. And there are more all men groups at lunch, but not be much. But neither are dominant compared to mixed gender groups.There is a cliché about it, yes. I'm not sure what you mean by "now" but it isn't new.
Hey, some of us do our best thinking with our penis, I'll have you know!not the people who think they should just know because they have a penis
Why ever not?I'm now going to start every male pov story I write with a reference to their jockstrap.
Home Alone is a Die Hard remake. Kevin McCallister as John McClain, the wet bandits as Hans Gruber and his goons.Die Hard is a Christmas movie.
John McClain is a Santa Claus figure. "Clain" -- "Claus." Think about it. McClain's near-magical ability to get around a high-rise office building has eerie parallels to Santa's ability to fly around the world. Hans Gruber is the anti-Santa Claus, the Krampus or Grinch if you will, who wants to take people's presents (or lives) away. In this case, of course, the Grinch doesn't have a change of heart, but falls to his death from a tall building, but that's a detail. The friendly cop is an angel figure, like Clarence in It's a Wonderful Life.
At the end of the movie all the debris and paper are falling from the air, obviously intended as a metaphor for snow. Nakatomi Plaza is a Christmas tree symbol, with obvious lighting problems. The cops and FBI agents outside the building represent skeptics who don't believe in Santa but are proved wrong. The hostages inside the building are a metaphor for children who need to be shown that the gift of love -- i.e., being saved from killer terrorist thieves--is more important than presents-- i.e., Christmas company bonuses.
At the end the good people are reunited and everyone celebrates and the message is that love and togetherness, not presents, are what matter.
When Hans Gruber reads, "Ho ho ho" off a dead guy's chest, that seals it for me.
Who needs to measure boats in length when you just need to apply one milliHelen - the amount of beauty required to launch one ship?My metricated soul is quivering in outrage. There's not even an SI unit for 'boat'.
Cubit!
I'm now going to start every male pov story I write with a reference to their jockstrap.
Right, the thinking-cap!I'm now going to start every male pov story I write with a reference to their jockstrap.
That's the only way.Have him stand in front of a full length mirror, admiring how big his junk looks in his new jockstrap.
*that he’s admitted to.That's the only way.
He turns to admire the size from different angles, but ends up lamenting how his balls are sagging a bit. Then he pulls the skin taut as he considers scrotoplasty to fend off the signs of aging. Those balls made two kids*, though, so he should be proud of the sag.
*that he's admitted to and is aware of.*that he’s admitted to.
Home Alone is a Die Hard remake. Kevin McCallister as John McClain, the wet bandits as Hans Gruber and his goons.
That's the only way.
He turns to admire the size from different angles, but ends up lamenting how his balls are sagging a bit. Then he pulls the skin taut as he considers scrotoplasty to fend off the signs of aging. Those balls made two kids, though, so he should be proud of the sag.
Coward.Remind me never to read a Lit story that uses "scrotoplasty" as a tag.
Coward.
Have him stand in front of a full length mirror, admiring how big his junk looks in his new jockstrap.
“Your Majesty!” he exclaimed as his penis penised dickishly. “Sorry, wrong bathroom.”Thanks, now I have a narrator's voice echoing in my head about how his penis penised dickishly.
If you can't be an athlete, be an athletic supporter.I'm now going to start every male pov story I write with a reference to their jockstrap.
If Die Hard is a Christmas movie, so is Lethal Weapon. View attachment 2571318
A wistful smile drifts across his face as he recalls his carefree younger days when they bounced freely, resplendent in their scrotum pasties. He'd wowed housewives, fashion execs, even a First Lady with his Newton's Cradle impression. His "Scrote to Scrote" tour had made the National Enquirer. I had it all wrong, he thought. You don't just wake up one morning and decide to trade all that for Marge, a Volvo SUV, and little Bobson and Melindabell. It creeps up on you so stealthily you don't even notice until it's done.That's the only way.
He turns to admire the size from different angles, but ends up lamenting how his balls are sagging a bit. Then he pulls the skin taut as he considers scrotoplasty to fend off the signs of aging. Those balls made two kids, though, so he should be proud of the sag.