Gender stuff is hard for me because when I'm out swinging hammers or digging holes, I wanna be at home or socializing in my delicate, pretty clothes, and when I'm at home in the soft clothes, I feel like I wanna be all armored up.
And this is Across Keri and Tohri at this point. It basically comes down to which skirts and tops can get bearing grease or mulch stained and which ones have to stay pretty for as long as possible.
Keri: This is one of our standards of masculinity: Haephestos. The idiot who'll beat himself senseless every day crafting and fixing and making stuff only to get up the next day and everything is busted again.
...In our mythos, we save some space by bundling Prometheus, Haephestos and Sisyphus into the same overworked, underpaid and underappreciated deity.
GM: “As you reach the final cave, you see a giant red-scaled dragon”
Me: *raises hand*
GM sighing “He thinks you’re cute”
Me: *lowers hand*
I think the next Gender Masters on the list are Blackout Omnibus, Amethyst Lesbiab, and then I can tackle Fedorasaurus Rex. *Shudders*
Southern Mass's local machine healer and part time witchdoctor.
Tiny motorcycles, magic potions, machine tools, progressive rock, trance states, and hand sharpened drill bits. Oh, and I read Tarot. Probably 18+ just to be sure.
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