I Am Toxic! Call Me CHAD!
So, apparently, I’m a “toxic male.” At least, that’s what some friend tried to tell me the other day. His argument? “Johnny, you do martial arts, you work out, you’re confident… don’t you think people who are weaker, less sure of themselves, or gay might feel inferior or uncomfortable around you? Aren’t you… toxic?” Image: A person with long dark hair tied back is in the foreground, wearing a black T‑shirt. They are holding a large kitchen knife or chef’s knife in their right hand, raised up in front of them, blade pointing upward. The setting appears to be a cluttered room. Behind the person, on the wall, there is a framed picture of a tiger. Nearby are colorful shelves or boxes with various items and figurines. On the right side of the image, partly on a couch or cushion, there is an orange cat curled up and resting. There are also plastic crates, bags, and other household items scattered around, giving the room a busy, lived‑in look. [ ] 😂 First of all, I had to laugh. My a...