I love, love, love women who’re brutal, coarse, unlady-like and sailor-mouthed.
Women who sit with their legs open and all “wrong”. Women who curse and when they’re told they’re supposed to be ladies, they curse some more. Women who don’t care about reminding men that yes, as we’re actual human beings, we too have bodily functions that are less than sexy or poetic. Women who aren’t mean or rude, but who refuse to give men the special accommodations they expect from us. Women who put men in their place when they cross a line no matter how “rude” it makes them seem.
I love women who from a distance look dainty and feminine yet when you meet them they’re very rough around the edges. I love women who’re visibly masculine and are rough in the same way too beyond just looks, because there’s such bravery in existing like that unapologetically as a woman. Both have such charm and I just love being around them.