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@herecomestheme
You’re right and you should say it
yoinking this from twitter cause i want to hear yalls opinions!
society really lost the war when dressing nice / slutty = “gay” “metrosexual” “is he 💅🏻”. we had decades of men wearing crop tops and short shorts without blinking an eye and now it’s ye ole pilgrim standards and talk of scandal if they show their knees
they were FASHIONISTAS!!! and we SHAMED them!!!
alone on a night? god youre . go to bed
can you draw something for me to masturbate to
sure
good luck!
A lotta transfeminine resources tend to neglect that estrogen will give you the more stigmatised parts of having a female body as well as the cool stuff. Like. I have cellulite on my thighs. Stretch marks everywhere. Its so cool and pretty and neglecting to mention this to transgender women simply shows how stigmatised they are.
Its also worth noting that your body will be imperfect the way all women's bodies are. You'll never fit the patriarchal ideal. It took me YEARS to love my breasts in all their wonkiness and stretchmark-ness, and then I once mentioned to a cis friend I used to feel self-conscious about them and she said "All women do at some point"
Like my point is we are women, and we have the same expectations of unachievable perfection placed upon us. But learning to love your body and your womanhood with its imperfections, its cellulite its stretch marks etc. Is very good.
Every night I pop my dick off and point it in a direction so it can go fuck while I sleep. Unfortunately, it can only see via wetness, so if it ever gets near a body of water it'll go "That's one big pussy!" and dive in. It can't swim well, so when it makes it back in the morning my dick will be covered in fish bites.
ok!
One time I read that post that goes "once upon a time an adult put you on the ground and never picked you up again" and it made me sad so now I lift everyone. I'm 5'3" and kinda dumpy but the trick is to plant your feet, get 'em in a gable grip low near the hips with your knees bent, and then just tuck in your Elbows and straighten your legs. Gets those fuckers right on up there. I'm the oldest of eight and also the shortest but that sad shit lives with me so I'm hauling around these kids around like it's nothing. My little brother is a hockey player and a full head taller. I carried him around when he was a baby and I carried him around last weekend. My Papa is a 230lb Bavarian man who watches Stargate in a bath robe, he's smoked a pack a day for forty years. You think I haven't lifted him? I have. He said I couldn't do it but I did. God didn't give me social skills but I'm full of love and jacked as hell and he's not here to stop me
Death is not the end! You may go on to become the skeleton who fucks a hot chick painted onto some dudes harley
no one wants to fuck you because you’re mean and strange
So?
Wait hold up this is awesome. So not because I'm ugly?
Me and the bitch I found in a little hole in the yard
Me and the bitch I pulled from the tender earth
life, it never die
women are my favorite guy
sex, i'm wanting more
tell the world, stop the war
justin stewart
I fucked up so badly on this sudoku page no ones ever gonna wanna have sex with me
Back in 1066 if you were out of cash you could just go to a castle by the sea and pretend to have washed up and say to the lady when she finds you in the morning “verily was my vessel thrashed uponne y rockes, and was I threwn theroute, and nighly drownèd, but spied I a maiden seated on a cresting waive, and she spoke unto me thus, Thou shalt upon a new land happen, and the Ladie who ruleth there will do good unto thee, and robeth thou in the coloures of her house, and take thy hand in marriage upon y dethe of her Lord, and then that sea-maid sung an a daulphin issued me from y tempest to this gentle cove” and she would just believe you. And then when her husband died the next day of “stomach upset” she would marry you and you’d be fine. It happened so often