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Lol, SHF threw a tantrum at me for writing such a long post! Sorry it needs to get separated! This is part 2 of 3!
Running the Linguistic Code for "male" with only one Line set to "1"
Lol, SHF threw a tantrum at me for writing such a long post! Sorry it needs to get separated! This is part 2 of 3!
Running the Linguistic Code for "male" with only one Line set to "1"
I decided to do an experiment to see if the linguistic code for a "male" character can still run and project an image of a male into the mind of the reader when all lines are omitted save for one.
Here are the results. And also -- when you view them, please note that it's not about whether you "actually perceive the male in the example" -- but rather if "you CAN perceive the example offered as a male". If you can -- then the code can run successfully with 90% removed information. Which would imply that a "male character" sets of attributes and characteristics are incredibly thin and volatile and can be manipulated (hacked) easily. And that even so -- they would still work.
It's all under spoiler because there are 13 examples overall @_@. For each example, there is a sub-spoiler note below revealing the actual code "running" so to say ^^. Look at it only after you guess which values these were!
John walked down the armageddon-melted landscape. Breath -- hitched, heart-rate -- up all the way, vision -- blurring. John knew blacking out any moment was the most certain possibility. But it was not an option.
"Gods damnit it! Fucking werebeasts..."
Blood mixed with sweat on John's tongue.
Please, do not stop.
Please keep going.
John had to run, and keep on running no matter how hard it would get.
Male naming convention -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
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He had no idea where the girl came from on this lonely drifting wood in the middle of the still ocean, but he knew he had to help her. Why not? It wasn't like he had anything better to do. And she looked so harmless.
So... innocent.
He leaned over the board and extended his arm only to have the sharpest teeth in existence crunch down on his fingers.
Male pronoun -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
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Cleito sized the other person up and down, derisive. What a shameful creature. The barbarians from the north had lost all sense of what constituted dignity, it seemed.
The barbarian in question wore a bizarre shirt -- bulky and made of wool, but so bright and gaudy, it made Cleito's eyes fill with tears. On the poor wretch's bottom sat the most embarrassing piece of clothing Cleito had ever seen. Something like flutes of fabric in a rigid pale blue material, hugging the person's legs -- thighs, ankles, even the crotch area -- in an extremely suggestive manner.
Can not be a male, Cleito thought with horror. No man in their right mind would put such exposing items on themselves in clear daylight!
"Hey, girl," Cleito said. "Cover yourself up! Or people will drag you to the agora to shame you!"
Sam blinked blearily at some pompous... young chick (?). She had long hair and beautiful long lashes and wore what could only be perceived as a skimpy hippie dress. And for some reason, the chick now tried really hard to kick Sam's ankle with her foppish little golden sandal.
What a cute girl, Sam thought, instantly forgetting about having just isekai'ed into hell knew where.
Male stereotyped clothing (western culture, separate) -- 1
Male stereotyped clothing (ancient Greece, separate) -- 1
Female and gender-neutral nouns (applied across) -- 1
Male and female pronouns (applied across and misattributed) -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
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The father led the sheep across the wasteland. The gods chased after, hurricanes, and thunder, and locust swarms marring the sky above.
But the men kept their guard. The houses they erected, the wilderness they conquered. Their fellowship was as strong as ever. The doctor helped the wretched, the soldier manned the garrison, the cook fed the needy, the lumberjack cut wood, and the cowboys shielded the herd from the predators. Everything withstood the assault of the elements and the cruel existence.
All because the father commanded the way and the other patriarchs and lords abided by the God's words that came to them solely through the father's lips.
And nobody questioned them.
Traditionally male nouns -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
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"Inmate HG13642!" the command came like a whip. "The punishment for fighting with other inmates is isolation ward! How many times do you need to be told, you asshole?!"
The other inmates of the Silver Dolphin All-male prison huffed with anger and fury. Most spat blood out from within their broken lips and caved-in teeth, some cradled torn limbs to their chests, some whimpered lamely lying in the pool of their own piss beneath my feet.
I smirked at the prison guard the way I always did. "We were just having fun, come on. A nice homecoming party with the guys. What's so bad about that?" I glanced back at the other inmates, and they flinched like one. "People, don't keep quiet! Say something and defend a fellow from an unjust accusation, will you?"
Traditionally male-attributed situation -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
Gender-neutral pronouns (applied across) -- 1
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This is an old riddle:
A father and son are in a horrible car crash that kills the dad. The son is rushed to the hospital; just as he’s about to go under the knife, the surgeon says, “I can’t operate—that boy is my son!”
Explain.
Conventionally-male-perceived occupation -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
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My body is not much to talk about. It's all right, I guess. Other people compliment me often enough, but myself, I am not that vain to fuss about it, you know?
Yeah, the short, perfectly-cut hair. Just tossed about in the wind; no gel, no brush. The natural look, the way the kids appreciate it nowadays.
Steely-blue eyes, long, straight nose, that Michelangelo-inspired chin -- hot damn.
My thin, well-defined lips. Heyyyy, that smirk, too. Even I can't deny it looks insane-good when I smile, lifting just one corner of it but not the other.
The pecks, the abs, the biceps. You know the drill. The underpants fitting all snug and tight, exposing the godlike, muscled ass when I turn in front of the mirror.
Yeah, I'm not vain or shallow, but honestly? At a question if I'd spread my legs for someone who looks like myself, you surely know what my answer would be, don't you?
Traditionally-male-attributed looks -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
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Dad and I met my brother's girlfriend right outside when he and she exited the car.
She was one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. Tan, with long, curly hair. Her plump lips naturally red, not make-up at all. Just the way she was born.
A glorious yellow sundress exposing her slender shoulders and her cleavage, going down to her frail-looking thin legs, a few frills and bows hugging her hourglass-like waist.
She blushed when my gaze lingered for too long on her. She clung to Rob's elbow as though trying to hide behind him. Thoughtfully, I averted my eyes and put on a bright smile.
"She's a stunner, though, isn't she?" I joked to Dad to dispel the awkwardness.
Rob, my brother, cleared his throat. "Donald is my boyfriend," he said, nodding at his flustered partner beside him. "He just enjoys feminine style more I think it looks lovely, too." Rob hugged Donald from the side and pecked him softly on the cheek.
Under my and Dad's gazes, Donald froze.
Fear was drawn all too obvious and pained on his face.
"Well, Rob, Donald, come on in!" Dad ushered them into the house with nary a pause. "The dinner's getting cold."
"Donald sounds so formal," I complained only a little as I held the door open for them.
But Donald spoke at last, right when he passed me. "Don is fine too."
Traditionally-female looks, behaviors, clothes -- 1
Female pronouns and nouns (until the end) -- 1
Conventionally-male name -- 1
Self-identifies as male -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
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I sobbed, swallowing my tears and trying to not whimper too loudly. Mike had done it once again. He had broken my heart like he'd done hundreds of time already.
Jerk.
I jumped, swinging my fists at him. But of course he diverted them easily. They wouldn't deal any more damage than a mosquito bite, even if I struck with all my power.
I was not that strong. Yet, at least.
But my rage still overflowed. It would come out like an unstoppable disaster; I knew it. I could not hold it in any longer.
"Give it baaaaaack!" I screeched, bubbling with tears and snot and stomping my feet. "Give me my toy train back, you bully! Or I'm gonna tell Mom!"
Male behavior (very common in males under four-years-old) -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
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If I could hide it, I would. But the erection was all too obvious for him not to notice in the middle of the steam-soaked showers, and so the only thing I could do was pretend I didn't care who saw it and who didn't.
"Yeah, it's a dick," I snapped at him for staring a bit too long for my liking. "Canvas, oil. Welcome to Louvre, I guess? Do you want to take a picture of it, too?"
Traditionally-male-associated biology -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
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I roared through gritted teeth, barely suppressing an urge to punch something. I had never felt so frustrated in my life. Our years-long project, rejected?!
Were all of them insane up there in the council?!
Dana kept talking something about the postman and the neighbor's new dog and the triplets Jenna had given birth to last week, completely oblivious to my inner turmoil.
Because I was frigging repressing it, like all self-respecting people did. Not because I'd actually moved on!
"Dana, I don't give a shit about someone's babies or the milkman!" I snapped, finally releasing my fury at the steering wheel. I smacked it once-twice, ten times! honking at the moron in front of us, and still didn't feel it was enough. "Please shut up and let me fucking think!"
Traditionally-male-associated emotions -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
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She looked quite innocent, staring up at me from her knelt-down position in the schoolyard mud. Innocent and slightly scared. Or perhaps flushed?
How charming.
I leaned down and gripped the edge of her chin, forcing it up to have her look me in the eye. Not painfully; I managed my strength well. Just enough to show her who was the one in control here.
Yet a startled gasp still escaped her lips as though I hurt her deeply.
"Is this how you greet the Class President? Slapping me on the face and dumping iced coffee on my new uniform." I smirked, noting in the reflection in her eyes just how cold and dashing I could look when I did that. "Shouldn't some punishment be in order, perhaps?"
"B-but... ahh," she breathed, her cheeks flushing with a faint rosy tint. "I.. didn't mean to, I s-swear, ahhh!"
So hot and bothered already? What a sweet victim to sink my teeth in, she was.
I bent down to brush my lips against her earlobe as I whispered. Her flesh went goosebumped just from this tiny motion. "In the debate class, after the second period. Will see you there."
Traditionally-male-associated behavior -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
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"Jess Green, the class bully," the director read out-loud as though reciting all the sins, all the terrible mistakes I've ever done in my life. "Jess Green, the epitome of arrogance, stubbornness, foul-mouthiness. How many people have you hit, punched, kicked or straight-out mutilated, mmm? Jess Green, the one who chases after every skirt in school and is known for dumping each and every girl too stupid to not be charmed by a few flirty words. Jess Green, the rage and tempest of the entire school. Apparently." She stopped right before me, her head tilted just so.
Her menacing smile grew wider with each second.
"Let's see what we can do to fix you, my most recent test subject," she purred, savoring the reaction she had on me. My slowly-budding panic. "What do you say, Jess Green?"
Traditionally-male-associated social status -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
"Gods damnit it! Fucking werebeasts..."
Blood mixed with sweat on John's tongue.
Please, do not stop.
Please keep going.
John had to run, and keep on running no matter how hard it would get.
Male naming convention -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
---------
He had no idea where the girl came from on this lonely drifting wood in the middle of the still ocean, but he knew he had to help her. Why not? It wasn't like he had anything better to do. And she looked so harmless.
So... innocent.
He leaned over the board and extended his arm only to have the sharpest teeth in existence crunch down on his fingers.
Male pronoun -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
---------
Cleito sized the other person up and down, derisive. What a shameful creature. The barbarians from the north had lost all sense of what constituted dignity, it seemed.
The barbarian in question wore a bizarre shirt -- bulky and made of wool, but so bright and gaudy, it made Cleito's eyes fill with tears. On the poor wretch's bottom sat the most embarrassing piece of clothing Cleito had ever seen. Something like flutes of fabric in a rigid pale blue material, hugging the person's legs -- thighs, ankles, even the crotch area -- in an extremely suggestive manner.
Can not be a male, Cleito thought with horror. No man in their right mind would put such exposing items on themselves in clear daylight!
"Hey, girl," Cleito said. "Cover yourself up! Or people will drag you to the agora to shame you!"
Sam blinked blearily at some pompous... young chick (?). She had long hair and beautiful long lashes and wore what could only be perceived as a skimpy hippie dress. And for some reason, the chick now tried really hard to kick Sam's ankle with her foppish little golden sandal.
What a cute girl, Sam thought, instantly forgetting about having just isekai'ed into hell knew where.
Male stereotyped clothing (western culture, separate) -- 1
Male stereotyped clothing (ancient Greece, separate) -- 1
Female and gender-neutral nouns (applied across) -- 1
Male and female pronouns (applied across and misattributed) -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
---------
The father led the sheep across the wasteland. The gods chased after, hurricanes, and thunder, and locust swarms marring the sky above.
But the men kept their guard. The houses they erected, the wilderness they conquered. Their fellowship was as strong as ever. The doctor helped the wretched, the soldier manned the garrison, the cook fed the needy, the lumberjack cut wood, and the cowboys shielded the herd from the predators. Everything withstood the assault of the elements and the cruel existence.
All because the father commanded the way and the other patriarchs and lords abided by the God's words that came to them solely through the father's lips.
And nobody questioned them.
Traditionally male nouns -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
---------
"Inmate HG13642!" the command came like a whip. "The punishment for fighting with other inmates is isolation ward! How many times do you need to be told, you asshole?!"
The other inmates of the Silver Dolphin All-male prison huffed with anger and fury. Most spat blood out from within their broken lips and caved-in teeth, some cradled torn limbs to their chests, some whimpered lamely lying in the pool of their own piss beneath my feet.
I smirked at the prison guard the way I always did. "We were just having fun, come on. A nice homecoming party with the guys. What's so bad about that?" I glanced back at the other inmates, and they flinched like one. "People, don't keep quiet! Say something and defend a fellow from an unjust accusation, will you?"
Traditionally male-attributed situation -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
Gender-neutral pronouns (applied across) -- 1
---------
This is an old riddle:
A father and son are in a horrible car crash that kills the dad. The son is rushed to the hospital; just as he’s about to go under the knife, the surgeon says, “I can’t operate—that boy is my son!”
Explain.
Conventionally-male-perceived occupation -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
---------
My body is not much to talk about. It's all right, I guess. Other people compliment me often enough, but myself, I am not that vain to fuss about it, you know?
Yeah, the short, perfectly-cut hair. Just tossed about in the wind; no gel, no brush. The natural look, the way the kids appreciate it nowadays.
Steely-blue eyes, long, straight nose, that Michelangelo-inspired chin -- hot damn.
My thin, well-defined lips. Heyyyy, that smirk, too. Even I can't deny it looks insane-good when I smile, lifting just one corner of it but not the other.
The pecks, the abs, the biceps. You know the drill. The underpants fitting all snug and tight, exposing the godlike, muscled ass when I turn in front of the mirror.
Yeah, I'm not vain or shallow, but honestly? At a question if I'd spread my legs for someone who looks like myself, you surely know what my answer would be, don't you?
Traditionally-male-attributed looks -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
---------
Dad and I met my brother's girlfriend right outside when he and she exited the car.
She was one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. Tan, with long, curly hair. Her plump lips naturally red, not make-up at all. Just the way she was born.
A glorious yellow sundress exposing her slender shoulders and her cleavage, going down to her frail-looking thin legs, a few frills and bows hugging her hourglass-like waist.
She blushed when my gaze lingered for too long on her. She clung to Rob's elbow as though trying to hide behind him. Thoughtfully, I averted my eyes and put on a bright smile.
"She's a stunner, though, isn't she?" I joked to Dad to dispel the awkwardness.
Rob, my brother, cleared his throat. "Donald is my boyfriend," he said, nodding at his flustered partner beside him. "He just enjoys feminine style more I think it looks lovely, too." Rob hugged Donald from the side and pecked him softly on the cheek.
Under my and Dad's gazes, Donald froze.
Fear was drawn all too obvious and pained on his face.
"Well, Rob, Donald, come on in!" Dad ushered them into the house with nary a pause. "The dinner's getting cold."
"Donald sounds so formal," I complained only a little as I held the door open for them.
But Donald spoke at last, right when he passed me. "Don is fine too."
Traditionally-female looks, behaviors, clothes -- 1
Female pronouns and nouns (until the end) -- 1
Conventionally-male name -- 1
Self-identifies as male -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
---------
I sobbed, swallowing my tears and trying to not whimper too loudly. Mike had done it once again. He had broken my heart like he'd done hundreds of time already.
Jerk.
I jumped, swinging my fists at him. But of course he diverted them easily. They wouldn't deal any more damage than a mosquito bite, even if I struck with all my power.
I was not that strong. Yet, at least.
But my rage still overflowed. It would come out like an unstoppable disaster; I knew it. I could not hold it in any longer.
"Give it baaaaaack!" I screeched, bubbling with tears and snot and stomping my feet. "Give me my toy train back, you bully! Or I'm gonna tell Mom!"
Male behavior (very common in males under four-years-old) -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
---------
If I could hide it, I would. But the erection was all too obvious for him not to notice in the middle of the steam-soaked showers, and so the only thing I could do was pretend I didn't care who saw it and who didn't.
"Yeah, it's a dick," I snapped at him for staring a bit too long for my liking. "Canvas, oil. Welcome to Louvre, I guess? Do you want to take a picture of it, too?"
Traditionally-male-associated biology -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
---------
I roared through gritted teeth, barely suppressing an urge to punch something. I had never felt so frustrated in my life. Our years-long project, rejected?!
Were all of them insane up there in the council?!
Dana kept talking something about the postman and the neighbor's new dog and the triplets Jenna had given birth to last week, completely oblivious to my inner turmoil.
Because I was frigging repressing it, like all self-respecting people did. Not because I'd actually moved on!
"Dana, I don't give a shit about someone's babies or the milkman!" I snapped, finally releasing my fury at the steering wheel. I smacked it once-twice, ten times! honking at the moron in front of us, and still didn't feel it was enough. "Please shut up and let me fucking think!"
Traditionally-male-associated emotions -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
---------
She looked quite innocent, staring up at me from her knelt-down position in the schoolyard mud. Innocent and slightly scared. Or perhaps flushed?
How charming.
I leaned down and gripped the edge of her chin, forcing it up to have her look me in the eye. Not painfully; I managed my strength well. Just enough to show her who was the one in control here.
Yet a startled gasp still escaped her lips as though I hurt her deeply.
"Is this how you greet the Class President? Slapping me on the face and dumping iced coffee on my new uniform." I smirked, noting in the reflection in her eyes just how cold and dashing I could look when I did that. "Shouldn't some punishment be in order, perhaps?"
"B-but... ahh," she breathed, her cheeks flushing with a faint rosy tint. "I.. didn't mean to, I s-swear, ahhh!"
So hot and bothered already? What a sweet victim to sink my teeth in, she was.
I bent down to brush my lips against her earlobe as I whispered. Her flesh went goosebumped just from this tiny motion. "In the debate class, after the second period. Will see you there."
Traditionally-male-associated behavior -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
---------
"Jess Green, the class bully," the director read out-loud as though reciting all the sins, all the terrible mistakes I've ever done in my life. "Jess Green, the epitome of arrogance, stubbornness, foul-mouthiness. How many people have you hit, punched, kicked or straight-out mutilated, mmm? Jess Green, the one who chases after every skirt in school and is known for dumping each and every girl too stupid to not be charmed by a few flirty words. Jess Green, the rage and tempest of the entire school. Apparently." She stopped right before me, her head tilted just so.
Her menacing smile grew wider with each second.
"Let's see what we can do to fix you, my most recent test subject," she purred, savoring the reaction she had on me. My slowly-budding panic. "What do you say, Jess Green?"
Traditionally-male-associated social status -- 1
All other values -- UNKNOWN
Most lines that have "traditionally" or "conventionally" can be easily hacked and manipulated, of course, due to cultures, zeitgeist, and stylizations chosen by the authors.
The point of this is not to write stories with such rigid restrictions (GODS NO) but to see how, when combined, several of the previously omitted lines in this code would result in 99,99999999% identification of a character as "male" and which ones can be safely omitted without losing much information (the answer -- any one of them can be easily omitted. The Nouns and pronouns are just harder to go around, but even they can be worked against).
Which brings me back to the definition I originally gave to you:
"Male in fiction = linguistic code based on certain attributes and characteristics".
But sorry -- I cannot see efficiently creating a "male" character every single time while omitting ALL of these values except for "identifies as male". I feel like you are not going fully with your definition, really, and would rely on some other lines in the code (at the least, behavior, thoughts, emotions, etc) -- thus making it much more than just "identifies as male".
Thus this definition would not work for all instances of male characters.
If only that line "identifies as male" is necessary for making a male character in a BL story, then this premise would also work:
A blob of goopy flesh in Alpha-Centauri-c who identifies as "male" of their species, distinct from "females" by having a green sheen instead of a blue one on their surface. It catches the male gay astronaut and proceeds to mentally and physically harass him while being actually unable to communicate, emote, think, or even feel the empathy toward him in a manner that the astronaut would recognize.
But he gives the astronaut unbelievable pleasure in the sex-related endeavors and slowly but surely, the astronaut begins to feel love toward the goopy flesh puddle.
The goopy flesh puddle's love narration for the astronaut is omitted like many MLs' in BL tend to be, solely relying on the Internal Monologue of the astronaut who is in love. The only thing known for sure is that the goopy puddle identifies as male because creatures like him glow pink when they do.
Would that really constitute a BL story in your definition?
But the mushroom that talks, walks, feels, emotes, thinks, and loves like a human man -- and is in a consensual relationship with a human man -- will not pass your definition of a BL couple because he doesn't identify as male due to not knowing what "male" even is?
At least the second BL premise has more code lines in it... and thus gives much more room for assumptions...
Also, people grown in isolation would also probably be unable to identify as male due to not having seen any. A boy who grows up in a lab and has no idea what males are -- would he not pass your idea of a "male" when he falls in love with the first guy he sees and just defines both himself and that guy as "human" instead (they are not exposed to women to define the difference)?
This boy can feel male and think male but so can the mushroom -- yet neither of them will ever be able to identify these feelings and thoughts because they are not exposed to the external comparisons of groups and categories with which they can align themselves.
Once again, your definition would only favor those who rely on external associations and experience, but not for those who are only internally-male, without relating their "maleness" to outside of themselves...
So this is the whole reason why I was confused with your definition at the onset and now. I feel like it lacks some specifics of how it works and is neither better nor worse than the majority of other definitions used in its place. Like others, it perceives a "specific pattern" of what constitutes a male, and my definition encompasses that. "Set of characteristics and attributes" = patterns.
Thus, either we are not actually disagreeing and are simply talking parallel to each other -- or I am missing something else about your definition? I might be.
I spent three whole days overthinking males in fiction, LOL
Not that I mind, but still... so many males O_O to think of.
I feel slightly perverted now like some kind of a male-fetishist +_+. Your fault
Part 2 of 3
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