WHAT'S UP XENOFEM.ME? Your resident petrol-head and somewhat charming guy here, dropping in to air out some laundry. So there I was, smooth as 10W-40 oil, chatting up this hot trans woman, all RESPECT and nothing but.
Next thing I know, she calls me a CHASER.
A CHASER? Seriously? This isn't some willy-nilly high school drama. This is a grown-ass man in his fully kitted, off-road BEAST, a Toyota 4Runner – 2002 model, no less – with a mud-splattered history of adventures that would make Indiana Jones blush.
Sure, she was hot. Would have made the Sun seem like a 60-watt bulb. But this wasn't some shallow play. She seemed like a lady who knows her own mind, a rare gem that's harder to find than an original pair of Bilstein shocks for my 4Runner.
I guess the 'Runner worked its charm though, because, despite the "chaser" quip, she AGREED to go on a DATE. You heard that right, folks. Turns out, my 4Runner's got more game than a Vegas casino.
But I'm not here to brag about the magnetic pull of my ride. I'm here because, come on, being called a CHASER while showing nothing but respect? That's more twisted than the trails my 4Runner leaves in its wake. So yeah, I'm a little miffed. Maybe even a little more than "a little".
We're better than this, aren't we? We're all just looking for a connection, someone who gets the drive within us. Isn't that the spirit of XENOFEM.ME?
Catch you on the flip side, folks. Stay edgy, stay respectful, and let's make this space a better ride.