The Terra-tory

Based on my own original story and world, which I will not elaborate upon here for fear of bots coming and scraping everything. Notes on details and concepts below.

Or, I think straight cis men should be more like birds.

There is a certain species of bird-of-paradise called the parotia, or six-plumed bird-of-paradise. These birds perform very elaborate dances on their very own beak-made dance floors, with a little branch going over the whole thing that’s meant for their single audience member, any female willing to give them the time of day. The dances can last hours at a time and have specific choreography that the males endlessly rehearse when no females are around. It is a serious investment and life-long pursuit for these birds.

What’s interesting to me is what juvenile males do. After all, they can’t master these dances in a day. What they end up doing is team up with another juvenile male and they’ll find older males’ dance floors to practice on. One male sits on the branch while the other does his stuff and, one presumes, somehow offers feedback on the dances (possibly by flying off when it sucks). They’ll switch off repeatedly so they know both roles well.

Now we come to my title: I think straight cis men should take their bros on practice dates.