Jul 5
Band name:
Prog Party with The Puppies
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from Germany
seen from Japan
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Japan
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
Band name:
Prog Party with The Puppies
I just want to take a selfie.
I just want to take a selfie and not hate it… not recoil in disgust…
I just want to smile today and be happy but nOoOoOo I had to accidentally grab the super glue for my clown nose. Fuck!
2026 sucks.
It’s already July, prides over, and I can’t even be the first cis guy to take estrogen purely for the thrill of it. Jeez…
He was a good guy.
Kind, caring, even thoughtful. He did a lot for the community and was a genuine pillar for everyone, whether it was just listening to what needed to be said or going out to find resources to support someone on their journey, he wanted to help selflessly.
No matter who it was or what day of the week, he made it a mission to brighten your day as much as he could. He would laugh and joke but never at anyone’s expense not would he make you feel like you weren’t welcome.
Anyway, enough of that miserable old fuck… let me introduce to you, Sister Joyce!
So what do you want to be when you grow up?
This :3
Egg-baiting?!?!! Why I never!
I promise you I could never do that, not here, not ever. Even the concept of playing-up and teasing about ‘coming out’ is so foreign to me.
There’s nothing but broken shells and a fully cooked four star omelette on this blog. Lightly seasoned with just a touch of butter but fully cooked!
Fully cooked chat!!!
“WeRe AlL fAgGoTs In ThE eYeS oF tHe StAtE”