I look down over myself in the mirror. Between my legs is my one flaw - a perfectly smooth, hairless, and genitalia-less problem."I suppose that's why... I dance under the name of Barbie," I say out loud and laugh.If I could get that right I could make a whole lot more money. Still, I earn more than enough as it is. It's better than flipping burgers.I sigh. I suppose I should get out of this outfit and get to sleep. I have an early class in the morning, I remind myself. I reach up and run my hands. Udhar fi doondi.Nahi dhekhi.Garment section me gayi tho ek sardar ko dekhi.Lekin wo beevi ke sath dhe.Mene husband ko puchi idher fi sardar lok hai kya.Husband ne bola”sardar idhar bahuth hai.Hamare flat ke aage ek beech hai.Usu area me bahuth aathe.”Mem : beech hai chettan afi thak nahi bola.Hum ko jana hai kalHusband : ok kal jayengeLulu se wapas aaye.Dusare din subah hi husband ko remind kardi ki samko beech jane ko.Samko hum car me chale beech me.Ek jaga par car park karke paithal jane ki. This feature provided protection against a blade slicing straight through the wood. He also fitted an iron butt at the end of the shaft as a final bit of protection, it connected to the metal band like the one just below the axe head so it would not slip off. Wrapping bits of leather and fur between the winding iron band, he was able to grip the axe without tearing his hands to pieces or bruising them when Kona'll used the axe. Kona'll found an added bonus for these last two additions: He could. It takes a little bit of psychological adjustment and if you get that right, and you accept that you're never going to be understood by anyone on the outside, then it just becomes a world within a world.You know that most of the stuff that happens is ugly and dysfunctional and most probably non-consensual, but not all of it. And no-one wants to think that any of it is going on by choice, or even worse, to consider that it's better than anything you'll ever experience with anyone else.But when I.