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~ if the gimp represented the masculine, then the mannequin was somewhat the feminine. their closeness was so alluring, yet so secretive. they seemed totally opposed, yet so intertwined. what bound them together?  ~

sometimes, trying to be the typical, somewhat toxic man was so fun, it felt like a high. even more peculiarly, it felt like other people loved and encouraged the toxicity. was there a way to play that character in a way i felt fully comfortable with?

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