Mx.—A gender-neutral honorific. The gender-neutral Mx. is used as a title for those who do not identify as being of a particular gender, or for people who simply don’t want to be identified by gender.
In the United States, esquire (often shortened to Esq.) is a title of courtesy, given to a lawyer and commonly appended to his/her surname (e.g., John Smith, Esq. or John Smith, Esquire) when addressing the lawyer in written form.
RBF: That perpetual scowl.
RBF: That condition stereotypically associated with BDSM (or domination) in general and with being a dominatrix in particular.
RBF: That condition where a “blank face,” a neutral, expressionless face is misjudged to be “unfriendly,” even when the person in question is robotic, not emotive.
RBF: The default for Barbara I Dream of Jeannie Eden’s Stella Johnson.
RBF—resting bitch face—bitchy resting face—“throwing shade”—a facial expression that unintentionally creates the impression that a person is angry, annoyed, irritated, dismissive, loathsome, or contemptuous, particularly when the individual is relaxed, resting, or not expressing any particular emotion.
RBF first gained attention when a meme took over the Internet. That, plus a viral mock-public service announcement on “Bitchy Resting Face,” made the “condition” somewhat of a joke.
Mx. Kristen Wiig sits in the designated booth. Not an “it.” Non-binary. Preferred nouns: They, Them, of course. Preferred designation: Mx. Wiig, Esquire.
Wisely, they’ve decided to capitulate to Dame Judi Dench’s “demands.”
A Crone. Fugly. Seventy-something. Bolshoi-bare, which amounts to putting lipstick on a pig. Thick-readers, which amounts to heaping ugly on top of ugly. Flats. Perls. Prudz. Piranhas and Parts. Commando, no panties, of course. Lacy white torpedo bra, of course. Massive, matronly tits holstered in that requisite French-cut white lacy bullet bra—massive ripe melons bulging in an underwire bra’s cups—i.e., a bazooka “chick.” Pale skinned. Flawless complexion.
Hybridized into something akin to drag queen Jinkx Monsoon. Jinkx is known as the “Queen of Queens” after winning a regular and All Star season of RuPaul’s Drag Race.
Shopworn—i.e., “rough,” hardlooking, harsh. OCD, in spades and then some. Older and controlling. Abusive. Possessive. Domineering. Severe. Stiff-backed. Bulldyke-esque. Masculine in ways and means. Dominatrix. Butch.
RBF.
A fugly with a large ugly mouth that looks like it could deep throat a massive cock and balls with ease. A mouth that bespeaks of loathing and disdain even when that’s not the wearer’s intent—that frown of a mouth—a Bass eating bait mouth.
Those deep, wanton, blue eyes. Projecting a stalker’s OCD and associated depravity, in spades.
A woman’s deep, borderline masculine, voice. As if Mx. Wiig is in latter-transition. Neo-Prussian accent with faintest traces of the arcane.
A knobb, on the rightside of their neck.
A jeannie, that’s the color of raw wheat. Perfectly-carved legs-for-days. A flawless, lily-white complexion unmarred by the vogue of ratty tattoos.
A pancake ass.
Not an alias. Their straight skinny.
The quintessential non-hottie. A scary creepy older “chick” with a hard ravaged Northern European face and an awesome body. Normies: Take a hard pass on this one, but still leer a plenty even if they’re not into old biddy because of that hot body that’s aged like fine wine.
On the dot. As scheduled. Kirstjen nonchalantly enters the establishment, strolls over to the booth, and sits across from Mx. Wiig.
Kirstjen is doing a very staid straightlaced Stella Johnson reimagined wearing thinz. Hard pretty face, craved legs for days, and the requisite projectile breasts via a bullet bra. No Piranhas or Parts, of course. Very Elvira-esque, the bouffant her jeannie is worn let down into lush silky golden shoulder-draping tresses. The girl’s current default.
Not trans, fluid, or transitional. Not awash in disfiguring CUC. Not suffocated by LGBTQIA. Not drowning in the profound ugliness of WGS, UD-SA, and UD-BDD. Not Coyote/Gorilla Ugly. Not a long-haired buttaface.
A blanket endorsement for Barbara I Dream of Jeannie Eden’s Stella Johnson channeling The Magicians’ Alice Quinn.
Needless to say, in the presence of Mx. Wiig who has no use for pretty girls, Kirstjen falls completely off the wagon. Thus:
Seemingly, out of deference to Mx. Wiig’s preferences, Kirstjen “allows” Mx. Wiig to swap out her thinz for thick-readers. As a result, she becomes a long-haired buttaface. The trigger for the eyeglass exchange: a slight gesture of Mx. Wiig’s hand.
Now, Kirstjen is so hardlooking, so harsh, she’s as Coyote/Gorilla Ugly as Mx. Wiig.
Now, the girl’s looks no longer upstage Mx. Wiig’s.
Now, the girl’s looks are in sync with Mx. Wiig’s.
The girl hasn’t gone ugly in a coon’s age!
Seemingly, out of deference to Mx. Wiig’s preferences, Kirstjen “allows” Mx. Wiig to control the situation as if the two of them are a Coyote/Gorilla Ugly couple out for a date with Mx. Wiig in complete and utter charge.
Seemingly, out of deference to Mx. Wiig’s preferences, Kirstjen becomes out-and-out robotic; Nier: Automata. Speaks only when spoken to, speaks in a robot’s monotone, responses are kept succinct, silence is consent, slavery is freedom. A flesh-n-blood robot. Subverted property.
The girl, now robotgirl, hasn’t gone subverted property (i.e., I’m owned and used) in a coon’s age!
Underneath the table, Mx. Wiig rubs their bare shin against Kirstjen’s bare shin. Friction galore.
Arousal, not reflex. Mx. Wiig has an erection. Ejaculating continuously—a literal geyser. Their skirt straining to clean up the resulting sticky mess the seeded goo.
Seemingly, out of deference to Mx. Wiig’s preferences, Kirstjen “allows” Mx. Wiig to transition her with a slight gesture of Mx. Wiig’s hand.
Now, Kirstjen is strapping Piranhas and Parts.
The girl hasn’t been “this way” (i.e., not just a girl) in a coon’s age!
Now, Kirstjen is trans, fluid, mid-transition. Awash in disfiguring CUC. Suffocated by LGBTQIA. Drowning in the profound ugliness of WGS, UD-SA, and UD-BDD. Results in a doubling down of her Coyote/Gorilla Ugly. Ugly-minded.
The girl hasn’t been ugly-minded in a coon’s age!
Reflex, not arousal. Kirstjen has an erection. Ejaculating continuously—a literal geyser. Her Rubbermaid panties straining to clean up the resulting sticky mess the seeded goo.
Maybe capitulation isn’t so bad, after all, Mx. Wiig thinks.
Sometime during the lurid goings on, Kirstjen gets roofied. After which, she gets rooked (i.e., raped and took) by Mx. Wiig. Where she’s taken to, she’s also racked, i.e., stretched out on a tricked-out sentient MTR that’s additionally been hybridized.
The girl hasn’t been “used” like this in a coon’s age!
Because of her wild and crazy reputation, Kirstjen’s brutal rape in the booth is mistaken by restaurant customers and employees alike as very rough, consensual sex.
Of course. It’s problematic, at best. When you roofy someone who’s metaphysically Niffin. As in not good for your continued existence, even if you’ve been hybridized.