And while you contemplate wild life, chew a piece of this dichotomy: nothing will ever say ideal outfit the way an almost uncomfortably feminine dress paired with hard shoes, a collar and utility jacket does. It’s like a vignette called tooth fairy meets army general and stops at Fantasy World on 7th Avenue for some shoes that could double as sex toys if manipulated properly. The punch of orange in my hand, red on my face is simply an MR special to give it a hint of me. The moral of the story is, being a lady is not for everyone. And that’s all I got for you. Probably could have written, Bla bla non-committal style, bla and the same sentiment would have been conveyed, so I’m sorry for stealing another ten minutes you’ll never get back.
I owe you a pony.