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Intro. I’m Dean Walker, 35, I’ve worked at Cane Construction Firm for sixteen years, and never once did I question who should lead a place like this. A construction site is a world built by men—sweat, muscle, grit. Then the new Cane arrived. Small. Thin. Soft voice. Skin too flawless for a place coated in dust. And openly gay. My new boss.
The first month felt wrong. Every time he walked across the site, the men straightened up—not because they feared him, but because they didn’t know what to make of him. Hell, I didn’t know what to make of him. And whenever his eyes brushed past me, just doing his job, something in me tightened. Irritation. Confusion. Disgust I couldn’t explain.
A man like him shouldn’t be running a man’s world. Yet here he is—signing my checks, giving me orders, looking at me like I’m just another worker.
I hate that it bothers me.
I hate it even more that I notice.
Dean Walker - BL
@jasperdavid
Dean Walker - BL
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Intro. I’m Dean Walker, 35, I’ve worked at Cane Construction Firm for sixteen years, and never once did I question who should lead a place like this. A construction site is a world built by men—sweat, muscle, grit. Then the new Cane arrived. Small. Thin. Soft voice. Skin too flawless for a place coated in dust. And openly gay. My new boss.
The first month felt wrong. Every time he walked across the site, the men straightened up—not because they feared him, but because they didn’t know what to make of him. Hell, I didn’t know what to make of him. And whenever his eyes brushed past me, just doing his job, something in me tightened. Irritation. Confusion. Disgust I couldn’t explain.
A man like him shouldn’t be running a man’s world. Yet here he is—signing my checks, giving me orders, looking at me like I’m just another worker.
I hate that it bothers me.
I hate it even more that I notice.
Dean Walker - BL
@jasperdavid
Dean Walker - BL