Ok, it goes like this: I've skipped past a part in my story that just doesn't want to come me right now, and I need to keep writing because it's been waaaaaaayyyyyyy too long. Tevin - my hunky, standard blond Disney Hottie - and his lover Brenn - little Lord Fauntleroy, soft and round - have set off on their journey aboard the Northern Wave. Brenn, deeply invested in shedding the trappings of his soft former life leans into the work of sailing a large vessel of the caravel style. Tevin takes note of the way this is changing Brenn, both mentally and physically, and he very much likes what he sees. Cockblockery is about to ensue, though. Brenn will never be the trim, flat-stomached V that Tevin presents. He's just not built that way. Instead he's naturally inclined to be an endomorph (corrected). That belly will always be there to some extent. The muscles start to show, the arms become impressive, the legs stout and sturdy. He's on his way to becoming a little muscle-bear of a man. My trouble is that this is being seen from the perspective of Tevin, who doesn't live in our world, who has never seen a bear because there are none. Every metaphor and simile I come up with runs me into anachronisms from my world, things Tevin would never know. And I hate checklist descriptions like I gave in the paragraph before this one. He had this, he had that, blah, blah, blah.... SOOOooooo boring. There has to be a route I'm not seeing because I'm stuck in one frame of mind. Someone help me please see the exit to that other route!