Lace-fried fluff

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 bĂȘtises, lace-fried fluff and delicate whispers of sotto voce gossip. Must everything be castrated down to parasitic orchids, soft edges and understated wallpaper?

From Sasha & the Filthy Alphas of Texas

Youthful men froth forth

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.

From Sasha & the Filthy Alphas of Texas

constituates

A wife constituates half the puzzle men is commanded to complete.

Brother Reno agreed to take a cold shower next time he lusted up in his heart. Malcolm weren’t sure if he believed Brother Reno was gonna follow through on that plan, but he believed Brother Reno believed in it. He was on the road to satisfaction.


He need a wife, Malcolm thought. A man without a wife gonna end up in sin, nine times outta ten. A wife constituates half the puzzle men is commanded to complete.

From Malcolm Don’t Take No for an Answer

Gender in Incumbent Sociocultural Systems 101

Content

That feeling he could not quite name was camaraderie

He enjoyed playing in those days. It might have been better, he thought, if there was no pay. As it was, it felt like the team was an argument about money more than it was about the rugby.

He enjoyed playing in those days. It might have been better, he thought, if there was no pay. As it was, it felt like the team was an argument about money more than it was about the rugby — Alison wanted money; the league, the coaches, the players, the venues, the concessions, the owners. Everyone thought there should be major money, and that it should be theirs.
“I just want-ed to play rugby,” Poahi said what felt like a million times. It was his mantra back then.
But the feeling he was chasing did not come just from playing rugby or even mainly from rugby. That feeling he could not quite name was camaraderie. He enjoyed the camaraderie, and he was willing to play as much rugby as it took to feel it.

From Poahi the Lackey

Nobody heard that symphony but him

They lifted with a rhythm, he thought, and without even trying, they formed a percussive symphony.

Poahi liked the sense of brotherhood that came from working out together. He lifted weights wordlessly. The other bouncers did the same. Poahi liked that. They lifted with a rhythm, he thought, and without even trying, they formed a percussive symphony.
By the time he finished his reps, Poahi was jazzed up, and he jumped to his feet off the bench press. The percussive chorus of clacking weights and heaving grunts continued without him. His big round face was crestfallen that nobody paid attention. Nobody felt the same way he did. Nobody heard that symphony but him.

From Poahi the Lackey

Poahi on brotherhood and purpose

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This old black feller Lem, he was like a hundred

Well, more like fifty, but he seemed ancient to Buck, and he smelled like a soggy newspaper.

Not much to do upon Rig E19 but play ’round with the only other American. T’was this old black feller named Lem. He was like a hundred. Well, more like fifty, but he seemed ancient to Buck, and he smelled like a soggy newspaper.
“You nevuh in yo’ life read a newspaper!” Lem said with a cackle and a jab with his cigarette. “You dunno nuffin’, whiteboy.”

From Fists, Men and Muscles

Honky-ass whiteboy hillbilly got weak-dick syndrome

He wagged his dick in Mason’s direction. “Cain I do a complaint? Lem got a dirty dick.”

He wagged his dick in Mason’s direction. “Cain I do a complaint? Lem got a dirty dick-“
“Nuh-uh, I cleans it. I’mma do a complaint ’bout Buckums’s dick. Honky-ass whiteboy hillbilly got weak-dick syndrome, I seen that. He fat-“
“Shut ya old fool mouth, Lem, you don’t know nuttin’ ’bout whiteboy dingdong,” Buck said.

From Roughnecks Got Oral Needs!