Bayonetta

I am a lazy crossdresser

I have spent many years using the canned excuse—I’d rather stare at a hot woman than some dude—to defend my right to play a female character in a videogame. Other times I don’t even have a choice. The protagonist is Lara Croft or Bayonetta or that asian woman that jumps on buildings. Yesterday, staring at Read more…

Smell the Game

When I game, I consider the gaminess of the characters. The scent of Street Fighter. The fumes of Doom. The odor of Battletoads. Is Bayonetta’s apartment cluttered with her leather costume elements, making the place smell like rubber tires? Did she leave dishes in the sink before she buggered off? How about Pokemon snap? Did Read more…