{"id":6487,"date":"2026-09-12T07:38:55","date_gmt":"2026-09-12T07:38:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/?p=6487"},"modified":"2026-09-12T07:42:58","modified_gmt":"2026-09-12T07:42:58","slug":"i-am-not-a-prairie-i-am-a-mountain-he-said-but-he-didnt-sound-like-he-believed-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/2026\/09\/12\/i-am-not-a-prairie-i-am-a-mountain-he-said-but-he-didnt-sound-like-he-believed-it\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;I am not a prairie, I am a mountain,&#8221; he said, but he didn&#8217;t sound like he believed it."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8220;I am alone. I practice a life of solitude and reflection,&#8221; Johnny Redcob said, his words framed by the chirping words and swelling strings of the New Age music pouring out of the speakers. His hair seemed always to be blowing in a breeze, though Avery did not see or feel a fan in the trailer. He seemed to want to say more, and Avery waited for what felt like a long time. Johnny Redcob&#8217;s hands continued their movement on Avery&#8217;s smooth back, while Avery imagined all the things Johnny Redcob wasn&#8217;t saying. Then, at last, he dragged a few words out of the canyon of his throat. &#8220;I am not a prairie, I am a mountain,&#8221; he said, but he didn&#8217;t sound like he believed it.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">From <em><a href=\"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/2026\/09\/12\/the-masseur\/\">The Masseur<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I am alone. I practice a life of solitude and reflection,&#8221; Johnny Redcob said.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[647,4140],"tags":[],"places":[],"class_list":["post-6487","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-johnny-redcob","category-the-understandings-of-johnny-redcob"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6487","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6487"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6487\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6488,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6487\/revisions\/6488"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6487"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6487"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6487"},{"taxonomy":"places","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mansploitationfiction.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/places?post=6487"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}