#tmi probably

[czech-hunter-reject]

Guess who just jerked off, finished, forgot he had cum in his hand, and then accidentally found out that There's Something About Mary wasn't lying about... that. 🙃 Fun fact: it makes the hair as stiff as if you'd showered it in hair gel. Stiffer, even....

[queercodices]

I’ve been trying to put into words why byler in particular has burrowed so deeply into my core.

I related so strongly to Will, a poor kid from an abusive family who was too obviously queer and bullied. I was SA’d as a 12yo, and went through the horrors of PTSD as a result, feeling life was split into before and after. And like I was stuck, watching all my friends move on as I tried to figure out why the things that made me happy once just couldn’t anymore.

And I related to Will because I had a Mike. My best friend, for whom I played the relationship counselor despite being in love and knowing to a certainty that our relationship was deeper, more precious, and more real than anything my Mike would ever find in all the men she dated. My Mike who initiated all the intimacy, and hated herself for wanting it, and punished us both for needing it. My Mike who I still love even now, nearly ten years since we last spoke, and who once loved me more fiercely than anyone else has ever dared. My Mike, who I never pursued because I couldn’t ask her to shoulder the homophobia for my sake. I couldn’t ask her to confront who she was.

And after everything I find myself sometimes doubting it. That it was real. Doubting that she loved me when she called me her soul mate. Doubting that meant anything when she couldn’t bear to have me at her wedding. Doubting that the tears she cried when I came out to her, hinting that she knew we had missed our chance, were evidence of anything at all. Doubting not because we didn’t love each other more than anything, but because I have been taught, time and time again, that queer love is something that you are supposed to doubt.

And that’s what gets me about byler and this queerbaiting. Because it mirrors that same doubt that erases the most important relationship in my life, boiling down to fantasy and delusion. They built up a friendship so deep and so tender, intentionally over the course of ten years, and now they ask me once more to believe that I’m just a queer person reading into things. That it really never was meant to be.

So. The Queerbait Brothers can get fucked.

[apple-boy-111]

gay sex now 🤔

[katabby]

You ever wake up from being so sleepy you think its 6pm and go back to sleep because "sure ill wake up at like, 3am or smth" Then its 7am.

Anyways, my period pad was drowned in blood. No weirdo military man to rummage through my trash and lick the blood, sigh.

[noizy-mute]

tmi maybe but im suffering from the horny rn

I thought my libido was supposed to go down on hrt but all im hearing is BREED BREED BREED in the back of my mind and I CANT BECAUSE IM ALONE RN.

PLEASE

I am so fucking hornyy, im sweating like crazy and its hot as hell but ITS TOO SLIPPERY FOR MY FAV TOY AND NOTHING ELSE IS WORKING.

im cursed with like ONE specific spot that feels good BUT IM TOO FUCKING SWAETY TO KEEP THE VIBE THEREE

im gonna cry.

I really REALLY need to do something or im gonna end up hurting someone as a different outlet.

[whosralf]

[transandrosis]

In a few hours, I'm going to the OR to get a hysteroscopy (where a camera will briefly be put in my uterus) and a possible dilation and curettage (where anything abnormal will be cut out and biopsied), and if the doctor doesn't find anything unusual, he'll cut out my endometrial lining.

I'm one of those rare intersex people with a uterus, which has not been fun at all! I've had abnormal bleeding for over a decade at this point. I've needed this procedure done for that long, but it's normally done in the office without anesthesia or pain control. I have severe pain issues and that wasn't an option (I'm getting anesthesia this time).

I'm really nervous. The doctor said I'm going to have a lot of pain and cramping afterwards. Wish me luck!!

[feralboo-the-weirdo]

I think it should have become obvious to me that I'm on the ace spectrum when the first time sex was actually explained to me my first reaction was "why tho?" And has been my reaction to every sex scene I've read and watched. like seriously. why. I don't. I don't get it. kissing and cuddling? fine. cute. sex? ...I'm good.