Gender Projection—Types
Although there are infinite variations, below you will find six of the more common types of gender projections. (...)
1- The Devilish Romantic: For the woman in this scenario, the man who fascinates her—often older and successful—might seem like a rake, the type who cannot help but chase after young women. But he is
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Keys to the Character (Rake): At first it may seem strange that a man who is clearly dishonest, disloyal, and has no interest in marriage would have any appeal to a woman. But throughout all of history, and in all cultures, this type has had a fatal effect. What the Rake offers is what society normally does not allow women: an affair of pure
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Yes, the films are strictly fictional and only loosely inspired by the lore, but the first Thor movie did a lovely job of presenting the complexities of Loki as an outsider in Asgard. He’s perpetually torn between his origins and the society which took him in, and consumed by the burning desire to just be accepted as equal, or recognized for what he can offer. Frustration mounts because he’s always being overlooked and cast to the side as inherently less worthy than, say, Thor. Even though he was brought into the fold by Óðinn himself he’s still regarded as the weird tag-a-long riding on Thor’s coat tails (er, cape?), which mirrors the lore pretty closely. He’s not inherently a bad guy, but circumstances push him past his breaking point and he starts making some pretty villainous choices, both on screen and in tales of old.
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"Khabu? said the Shah again, peering out at the city.
"The Shah wishes to know, please, where we are now,' said
Khashdrahr. 'I know,' said Halyard, smiling wanly. It had been khabu and siki and akka sahn until he was half out of his mind. He leaned forward. 'Ilium, New York, your highness. We are about to cross the
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I sigh. “My original crew was three. Now it’s just me.” I put my hand up against the divider.
Rocky puts a claw on the divider opposite my hand. “Bad.” “Bad bad bad,” I say.
We stay like that for a moment. “I’ll watch you sleep.” “Good. Me sleep,” he says.
His arms relax and he looks for all the world like a dead bug. He floats free in his side of the tunnel, no longer hanging on to any support bars.
“Well, you’re not alone anymore, buddy,” I say. “Neither of us are.”
“I didn’t know what right felt like until you,” he choked out. “I’m holding on to the good you give me. I’m holding on to you.”
“I’m hanging on to you, too, Fox Thornton,” she murmured unevenly, her body propelled up the bed on his first drive, eyes glazing. “Never letting go.”
“I’m in for the good, bad, and everything in between, Hannah.” He pressed his open mouth to the side of her neck and pushed deeper, deep enough, close enough to feel her breathe, and rejoiced in it. “Decades. A lifetime. I’m in.”
