My Dad was God and my mom is like... apparently a total undead bitch??? I don't even know but trust me it's like--- awkward chuckle therapy needed ASAP. They chucked me into the Ninth House because blah blah prophecy blah blah Sleeper of the Tomb but jokes on them, I'm AWESOME.
I mean, maybe if you like dudes. I could see it. If I squinted SUPER hard, for a dude, you're like-- the facial hair, it's oddly endearing and the muscles are appropriately placed -- but as a representative of the sexier sex, sorry babe, you're No. 2 when hanging out with me.