[It is ripe for the picking, isn't it? He ought to have rethought his phrasing.

Richie laughs some at the offer, feet pulling up on his bed to make a tent of his knees.]

I don't know if I want you subjected to my hammer toes just yet. They've been known to put an axe in the mood on more than one occasion.

[They're ten of the many parts of himself that fit odd and ugly, ones he wishes he could file down to respectability like how you tackle your nails with an emery board. When he'd been younger his teeth had been number one on that list. Now it was his ears, his feet, the knobby ends of his bones. Maybe plump out his frame and neck and skull in exchange. He looks like someone created specifically to slip into crevices, or star in a Popeye cartoon.

All vanity aside, there is also the suggestion of too much intimacy for how delicate a topic he's about to broach on.]

If it's out of line just say so, but I've been wondering. I don't really get it, I've met and spoke to all types but I haven't gotten personal with everyone, either. Hard to when it's usually a screaming party or all business. So — do you dress in girl's clothes because you like them better, or because you think of yourself as one?

[rip my reputation, see you all on wankgate]