My most masculine characteristic is my shadow. I stand by the shoreline at twilight, my silhouette punctuating the horizon. I have a strong, mysterious, uber male shadow that bows to no one. People shy away from it and give me due respect If I extend my arm holding a screwdriver it looks even more impressive.
On sunny days I am a shadow God. Clouds dilute my effect, so I stay inside, placing my lamps at just the right angle to create distinguished shadows of me. This can last all day or until some sultry woman knocks on my door, a lady who has seen me from the street and wants to control the man with the world class shadow.
I make sure I am in the half light as I answer the door.
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