The attitude.
The shining edge of a blade at rest, surgically precise but more than willing to butcher if needed.
The figure.
The hard, long, lean muscles earned one step at a time.
The costume.
Form fitting sports bra and matching black boy shorts with hot pink trim.
The hair.
Green. Duh.
The confidence.
Nestled between the pert bosom heavily rests a P226: SIG Sauer semi automatic pistol.
It is a shockingly functional piece of pure masculine industrial design. Every possible aesthetic feature sacrificed to become a thing bent on purpose.
I used to think I was going to kill myself with it. Instead it set me free. It's name is "Little Freebie" because its so concealable.
It is there as a final option because we live in a world of finality.
In the end no amount of being pretty will stop a bullet and I can help no one dead.
I am pretty (shut up) but if you ever see little freebie, you know I'm done being pretty.
More tommorrow!
Lots of love!