Personals on Transgender Forum, 1995-1998

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Misplaced Lens Cap
Claire Keane
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Personals on Transgender Forum, 1995-1998
your honor he's in love
and i know it's hard enough to love me, but i woke up in a safe house singing 'honey, let's get married'.
something about Ilya always kissing Shane’s chest (where it hurt him before he accepted who he was) and Shane always kissing Ilya’s forehead (where it hurts him, depression) (insp.)
You think we need to talk? No, after.
Blackberry Belgian Waffles (V/GF)
Blackberry Blondies
Sour Cream Blackberry Bars
Chamomile Blackberry Ice Cream
Blackberry Crumble Recipe
Blackberry Buttermilk Pancakes Topped with Raspberries & Blackberries, Pure Maple Syrup & Seeds
Sunday Six (It's more than six. To make up for disappearing.) 11/3/24
“So cold,” Alex says as if that is an actual excuse for climbing into Henry’s bed.
For the record, Alex is cold. He tucks himself behind Henry and his limbs are like ice.
Henry freezes. Thinks about rolling over and wrapping Alex into his arms, kissing what are likely frigid lips, and making a dumb remark about warming him up properly.
But Alex is his stupidly straight golden retriever of a roommate.
Instead, he says, “So late. You realize I have an exam in like–”
“Sorry, sorry,” Alex whispers. “In like six hours, I’m sorry. Sleep, sleep,” he encourages while digging his nose into Henry’s neck, wrapping his arms around his waist.
Henry is tired, but he swears to whatever god there might be that Alex presses his lips to his neck. He swears. He hopes.