It's been so hot the last couple of days. Inside a mining machine that has been running a couple of hours previously, the air is still and the heat of working components refuses to go away. In winter it's ideal. Summer... Well.
Knowing this weather is hard on everyone I jumped into one of the worst areas to give the crew I was leading a bit of a break. I hooked into digging some incredibly hard crap and gave it my all.
I have bruises in suspicious places.
I not one, not two, but threechafe lines across my chest now, and also across my back.
This shit is not comfortable. Especially when you're supposed to do it all again the next day. Top surgery seems like a far better option!
I played pool with him. Her. Fuck... I don't know? Also, I'm afraid to ask.
Just let it roll... I think.
He puts on his feminine moves while he plays and it brings out this... instinct in me. Even though I am seeing before me a male, somebody I would not consider attractive or a potential partner, those feminine moves appeal to something deeper in me. They draw my masculinity out. They reach into that side that says I must look after those I consider vulnerable and precious in my life. They say to me that woman is definately precious to me.
Yes, it draws out my masculinity.
A male, acting in feminine capacity, makes this biological female feel masculine.
I'm an All-Purpose Groover. A laid-back guitarist, bassist and teacher. A percussionist. I'm an ecletic mix of interests that occasionally combine into a coherent thought process. Unless I have a hangover.