| The Ikaris Man is much like that of the Ikaris Lady.
He is loud, rude, and annoying, but he is also well spoken, polite,
and respectable. He is his own man; he can comfortably wear what
he wants, when he wants, whether it be a period piece from the Baroque,
Rococo or Victorian ages, or makeup and a P.V.C. skirt. With this
said, it is obvious that his age, faith, job, sexual orientation,
or anything else of his life, just like the Ikaris Lady's, does
not matter. The one thing that matters is his love for dark fashion,
his desire to wear different leathers or leatherettes, velvets,
and metal accessories. He could be the repectable public figure,
lawyer or teacher that dresses up in bondage gear and goes out to
get spanked by anyone willing on the weekend. Or he could be the
guy everyone stares at on the subway, all done up in vinyl and metal,
with a 'different' look all his own. The Ikaris Man simply acts,
looks, and merely is his own dark self. |
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