MN Manmacker's mansploitation
Her lipstick was smudged onto the tips of her teeth, but Sasha was too much the gentleman to point it out.
She attempted to conceal her holler-tinted drawl by over-enunciating, but her articulatory efforts only accentuated the drawn-out vowels and country-soft consonants of her palabras. Her lipstick was smudged onto the tips of her teeth, but Sasha was too much the gentleman to point it out.
He had seen everything the family business had to offer. It was a salad of humdrumity, plated on tedium and dressed in a viscous layer of ennui: databases and disputes about payroll software and paycheck garnishments, property tax abatements, negotiations over long-haul trucking and container ships at the filthy port of Houston. Mundanity über alles.
He had seen everything the family business had to offer. It was a salad of humdrumity, plated on tedium and dressed in a viscous layer of ennui: databases and disputes about payroll software and paycheck garnishments, property tax abatements, negotiations over long-haul trucking and container ships at the filthy port of Houston. Mundanity über alles.
Only a barbarian would eat off a full plate.
Only a barbarian would eat off a full plate.
“You gonna wreck him, white man?” Lamont asked. He held a fist out.
They call that “giving dap”, which Sasha took as a sign of respect. He too formed a fist and tapped it into Lamont’s fist. Lamont met his fist with more force than Sasha was expecting. It almost hurt.
Dap received, Sasha nodded as though unperturbed.
American barbecue tasted wrong if cooked by a clean man or any kind of woman.
Big Eddie’s shoulders were soaked in sweat and splattered in grease, his armpits dense with coarse black hairs that seemed ready to — “fittin’ to” — burst out like an untended garden. His arm muscles were massive and both fleshy and firm, and his thigh were as thick as trees. It seemed hardly sanitary for such a man to prepare victuals, but American barbecue tasted wrong if cooked by a clean man or any kind of woman.
It is that fact that feels raw and acute in women of a certain age.
Women could only provide so much company before one craved the vitality of man.
Family is the agencement that catches communities and saves souls, and it is that fact that feels raw and acute in women of a certain age.
From Sasha & the Filthy Alphas of Texas
Must everything be castrated down to parasitic orchids, soft edges and understated wallpaper?
He had no desire for a wife. They were bugles of demands and desires, like mosquitoes with envy, interested only in trifles and bêtises, lace-fried fluff and delicate whispers of sotto voce gossip. Must everything be castrated down to parasitic orchids, soft edges and understated wallpaper?
Young ladies immanently shrink from the freedom of the future, while youthful men froth forth with the vigors of the eternal now, yet elder women tendrilously transcend their present and old men are bound by their pasts.
Young ladies immanently shrink from the freedom of the future, while youthful men froth forth with the vigors of the eternal now, yet elder women tendrilously transcend their present and old men are bound by their pasts.
Trivia ante momentum is the motto of womanhood, after all, and garden parties were the height of feminimity.
Trivia ante momentum is the motto of womanhood, after all, and garden parties were the height of feminimity.