Continued from here.

The Southern Gentleman has a theory about the types of men I’m into. Basically, they fall into one of two categories: a) charismatic Aryans and b) what he calls “effete feminists” but is honestly just cause-oriented hipster-types.

I told him I was going to see Penthouse and before I left he proceeded to ask me, “so, which type is he?”

“You’re a jerk,” I replied.

“Feminist it is, then.”

Thus, when Penthouse texted SG from my phone, he decided to include the fact that he straddled the two categories.

And then proceeded to solicit advice.

“What’s he saying?” I asked.

Penthouse smirked, “he’s saying to feign indifference.” He yanked on the rope, pulling my crotchrope tighter, and I gasped. “But I think I like this better.”