Dirk continues to stare her down, his multipurpose impassivity more like hard, unyielding stone than ever; he doesn't blink when she razzes him for his 'gatekeeper' behaviour, or when she talks about taking dick. (Or wearing it.)
The vagina talk is a bit much, though. He's not squeamish about the existence of them, or even the sight. But the specific invocation of having it between one's own legs makes him feel a bit ill. The corner of his mouth pulls down while he tries not to look sick about it; somewhat inevitably, this just makes him look like a miserable statue.
"You wouldn't understand. But I'll try. I have a burr to get out of my brain and you're not malicious. Not in any way that I care about, anyway. I like you, most of the time. You just have no idea how downright violating this shit is. You think that because it's your gender, then it begins and ends with you. Never mind people who aren't so 'lucky' as to share your specific combo of lackadasically ignorant and self-assuredly self-obsessed. You aren't picky about who you pursue, as long as they want you. All suitors welcomed with open legs, who cares what's where, you're just happy to be there, and you'll do whatever they want to make them happy to be there, too. And what they see you as isn't a problem as long as they don't see something they don't like. Where does that end, then? Putting on what they want, what they're into, just to get a little more? Just to get what you want?"
CW slut shaming, transphobia-adjacent trauma trigger
The vagina talk is a bit much, though. He's not squeamish about the existence of them, or even the sight. But the specific invocation of having it between one's own legs makes him feel a bit ill. The corner of his mouth pulls down while he tries not to look sick about it; somewhat inevitably, this just makes him look like a miserable statue.
"You wouldn't understand. But I'll try. I have a burr to get out of my brain and you're not malicious. Not in any way that I care about, anyway. I like you, most of the time. You just have no idea how downright violating this shit is. You think that because it's your gender, then it begins and ends with you. Never mind people who aren't so 'lucky' as to share your specific combo of lackadasically ignorant and self-assuredly self-obsessed. You aren't picky about who you pursue, as long as they want you. All suitors welcomed with open legs, who cares what's where, you're just happy to be there, and you'll do whatever they want to make them happy to be there, too. And what they see you as isn't a problem as long as they don't see something they don't like. Where does that end, then? Putting on what they want, what they're into, just to get a little more? Just to get what you want?"