i lied, we’re not having sex. no- no you can keep your clothes off, yeah. leave em all off. i just want to look at you. wanna trace my hands down every curve, every bump, every feature. just wanna savour you.

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i lied, we’re not having sex. no- no you can keep your clothes off, yeah. leave em all off. i just want to look at you. wanna trace my hands down every curve, every bump, every feature. just wanna savour you.
as a fiction writer who looked up to gaiman for a time, this really just makes me want to make more good art out of spite and platform/collaborate with other writers whose voices don’t have as massive of a platform. when we look at the stories & media that define us, we deserve better than predatory men who use the slightest dose of power to harm and use others. queer people deserve fucking better. you are no one’s king. you are a sad old man who will die in a pool of your own filth.
not feeling very well about myself so perhaps i should step away from the computer for a bit. yeah
* glaring at that subsection of blreddit with murder in my eyes *
Why am I so. Okay. Anyway.
coworker (medium cool guy) has started complaining abt his girlfriend to me every time i see him. and i cannot if this is just an 'i trust you to be chill about this' thing or a 'yeah my girlfriend sucks sooo 👀👀 so bad 👀👀👀' thing.
i need to write something soon before i explode