Bruises, bruises, bruises.
Why do I find you so sexy?
It's like butch Man-Drag, essentially
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Consider it an extension of the "Scruff-App Look" - you got a hairy chest, a big old beard, some rad-rockin' biceps and a look that screams "I LOVE OFF-ROADING!"? Yeah, well I've got a split lip and a black eye. So there. You're covered in mud? I'm covered in blood. Ish. And it turns me on. It's like a piercing or a tattoo, only it doesn't last as long and hurts a heck of a lot more. Maybe it all stems from the complete homoeroticism of FIGHT CLUB, which I saw when I was seventeen. Same thing with scars - I think they're hot. Not crazy "look at how I cut myself" scars, but those ones you get from ...well, whatever it is that one does that results in them gettin scarred. They've all got a story. Preferably a hot one. It's that gutter-punk factor. Dirty Pretty Things. But yeah, there's that undeniable woof-factor to a good ol'bruise.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
