#wussy

[relativefict1on]

more love song valentines 💘

[flushed-it-down]

Recommitting

My online alpha @iknowyoursecretsss took me to task for failing to cum in my toiletpussy multiple times this year. I've cum down the shower drain three times and once in bed laying next to my wife (on my own belly). Don't worry followers, she never came close to my nub with her body and my squirts got nowhere near her (she leaves the shower when I start to stroke). I'm still a totally renewed virgin masturbator.

But still, I need to do better. I pledge to make 100% of my cums into the toilet the rest of this year. No special privileges even for special occasions. Doesn't matter the day, the toilet is where my filth belongs.

If wifey offers me more I will ask for the lonely humiliation of the toilet and tell her it just feels right for me. Wish me 'luck'!

[jsb-inc]

I FORGOT TO POST THIS OUGHH IM SORRY

[notfye]

Pick a lyric from my spotify wrapped top ten!!

Cup your mouth to compress the sound

I want you, thin fingers

I will not hold you, I will not feel your sway

We beloved of the springtime, our reliance to the light

But I’m bailing water and bailing water, ‘cause I like the shape of the boat

Something tells me you and I will never meet again

Oh, it wasn’t meant the way you took it

I thought that I heard you sing

But if you wait around a while I’ll make you fall for me, I promise you

I’ve written pages upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones

Voting ended onDec 10, 2025

[ramstouux3]

Fnaf 4 will forever have the ability to make me shit my pants when I play it (I’m terrified)

[dustedmagazine]

Wussy — Cincinnati Ohio (Shake It)

Over the last quarter century, Wussy has quietly built an impressive catalogue, eight albums including this one that span heartfelt alt.Americana, fiery jangle rock and an almost shoegaze-y wall-of-sheen sound. Led by Chuck Cleaver, once of twang punk’s Ass Ponys, and Lisa Walker, the band can sound like Eleventh Dream Day or a Sally Timms-forward Mekons (Jon Langford painted the cover art). In the silvery fog of “Desperation A.M., you might catch an echo of Yo La Tengo’s Georgia Hubley, but in the more strident opener, “The Great Divide” you’re more likely to hit on the Feelies side project Wild Carnation (Brenda Sauter played a show with Wussy in early November). Wussy touches a lot of solid indie-to-country rock bases, while remaining very much its own thing.

The songs vary a good deal depending on whether Cleaver or Walker sings lead. Their voices are very different, for one thing, Cleaver’s a wobbly, weatherbeaten, country tenor and Walker’s a cool, enveloping, faintly disembodied vehicle for dream pop. Both write songs, too, so if the writer is also the main singer, that may account for some of the divergence, too. But in any case, just to take the singles, “Sure as the Sun,” one of Cleaver’s, reels and bucks like a revival tune run amok on a wild horse. His voice is cracked and wizened, but fully capable of conveying both tune and emotion. The guitars crash, the bass thunders, the drums wallop, but an aura of resignation pervades. “And if there is a heaven, I don’t think that’s where I’ll head, I’d rather stick around and hang with you instead,” he sings, linking the mundane and the spiritual in a very Wussy way.

Walker takes the lead in the other single, “Inhaler” a slashing country rocker suffused in clouds of dread. Her voice is clean and dry in the verse, wobbling only a little with vibrato. But it’s in the multi-voiced chorus that she comes into her own. “It’s a swing and a miss and our hero is down today, and I check the brakes, and I fill the tank, his tornado is pulling away,” she trills, the main vocal line crisscrossed with descants and counterparts. There’s something giddy, something a little desperate about how this song hurtles forward, flinging itself off precipices only to be buoyed by clouds of harmony.

The pedal steel is one other factor that nudges these songs away from indie rock and into Americana, and therein hangs a tale. Wussy’s long-time pedal steel player Jon Erhardt died partway through the recording process, having completed just two songs. It’s him you can hear on the bare and ruminative “The Night We Missed the Horror Show” and on “Days and Hours”’ whirling torch song. Travis Talbert finished the job, adding the lovely glow of pedal steel to atmospheric “Desperation A.M.” and playing on three other tracks. Both add density and feeling to the Wussy sound, a subtle but essential. Likewise, when bassist Mark Messerly switches to accordion on “The Ghosts Keep Me Alive” and, later, “Disaster About You,” it tips the sound in a deeper, richer, more countrified direction.

Wussy is a bit of a cult favorite now, and long-time fans will undoubtedly have different reactions to this late period recording. Still, even coming to them fresh and without any prior connection, the sound is wonderfully rich and varied and the lyrics provocative without preciousness. If, like me, you’ve come all this way without running into Wussy, maybe it’s time to check in.  

Jennifer Kelly

[grocerystorephobic]

But I never thought I’d drive this far without a gun

I DID accidentally save the final render as "Dead Dong" - happens to the best of us. Enjoy :3

[harryjameshanson]

Agosto Machado for Legends of Drag, full profile now live on WUSSY Mag!

Photography by Harry James Hanson

Text by Devin Antheus + Harry James Hanson

Flowers by Devin Antheus

Makeup by Miwa Sakulrat

Retouching by Christian DeFonte