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Originally posted on Fiction, function and game design.:
I’m sitting in a café with four of my closest male friends. I roll a pair of dice and declare loudly that I’m seducing my mustachioed compatriot. No one at the table bats an eye. It’s weird; I’ve never really been close to other men and this may be the healthiest relationship I’ve ever had with them. Actually, this may be the first time in my adult life I’ve had a close group of male friends.
Maybe that’s because I don’t like talking about sports or drinking beer. It’s weird to write that; the beer-sports-thing seems like one of those stereotypes about men I think is bullshit. But then I wind up at a party where some guy hands me a Budweiser and asks me about a starting quarterback for the Lakers. Those are the kinds of situations that make me so uncomfortable I sink into the crack of the…
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