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Funny how some people still cling to feminine = bad.
its just shitty people outing themselves
Call me sexist, but being a person is such a girly thing to do. It's also such a boy... ly? Boily? ... Boys do it, too.
the word is boyish and its counterpart is girlish.
And the gogginspart is ghoulish
Ah yes, boyish girlish, I love her music!
Hmmm.. I guess that's one of those "patriarchy" types of language most people don't think about?
We really only use Manly, because we're big strong MEN, and girly, because that's for those weak little girls?
Womanly I guess technically exists but uh, not really used in the same way.
Back when I was a young fool I got hit by an old, slightly xenophobe lady after some unfriendly words were exchanged on the streets. Her handbag probably contained a womanly brick.
Those manosphere guys only think about strong sweaty broze colored men plowing the fields.
I'm working hard with sweaty men to own the libs
Doing the lords work 🫡
Glistening with sweat, displaying their power with every movement - the biceps, the pectorals, the glutes. Appearing through the dust they worked up while performing their task, unphased by the swirl of nature around them, unbound by the chaotic entropy of the multidimensional Coriolis vortex that they themselves stand at the point of, defiant, inevitable. Adorned with bronze, forged from the same Earth they demand fealty of.
What's not to love?
the smell
Little rills of sweat making temporary clean streaks in the dust, tracing down across the belt of Adonis, pointing to what is hidden but implied... Sorry, where was I? Plowing. Right, plowing, like manly, definitely straight guys.
Plowing.
Yes... The "fields"...
Certainly not each other while begging the manosphere guy to explain how this is the most alpha straightest thing ever.
And then they wake up and realize that they're still in jail. Worse than that, they realize that they still have a Tate for a brother.
They're just looking for a Dumuzi to do some plowing for them