Corinthian I Naël

“Okay… first explain to me what you mean by badass. Is it the kind of person who is loud, constantly provocative, and believes that a leather jacket, a cool firearm, or a hot motorcycle replaces personality? Or the kind who says nothing, explains nothing, and still gets everyone in the room to shut up? The attraction is rarely in the hitting, I suppose. But well, let’s play the game. In my opinion, there’s the classic poser badass, lots of talk, always on the verge of proving to someone how dangerous he supposedly is, yelling, lashing out… but somehow he usually goes down first, and woe betide you if you argue with him… then he craps out. Then the stoic, says three sentences a week, drinks his coffee black, looks like he hasn’t shit in four months, and imagines that this mystique awakens the hunting instinct of others. I admit, I’ve seen that some people are into it and try to lure them out of their stoic ways or tame them. And what about the completely broken version, for example.. trauma to the max, sleepless, long since burned out inside but somehow still functioning. Those invite you to stroke and care for them, but as soon as you lick their wounds, they flee and sit in corners to quietly despair. I find that exciting… I don’t like pigeonholing, but I do like rummaging around in thier proverbial drawers, digging through the dirty underwear of all sorts of people, but I rarely make any sense of it. Maybe that makes me a confused badass? Is there even such a thing? I have to admit, if you’re badass with each other in bed, that’s enough for me. It’s a cliché I actually enjoy playing out..."