The Complexity of Being a Bad Guy

Axia looked at the man, thought how he saw her. She was the bad

guy. She embraced that word, that phrase, but really that

word. "Guy" She enjoyed it as a contextual and ancient truth that

she has long since elevated above. Still, she enjoyed the complexity of it.

It was coffee in her mind, a sunken ship with a massive cannon in a sea of possibility.

She called it Schrodinger's sea Or should it be Heisenberg? Whatever it was,

it was hers and she could lean back on the imagery or use it as a pillow from time to time.

When dealing with the older class, you get the challenge of sexism. It's different when