oh my FUCKING god how fucking dare they post this quote as if they didn’t literally tell everyone there was no genocide in gaza while people were being blown to bits. and the 75 democrats who voted to “express gratitude” to ice in 2025 disgust me.
i hate the democrats i hate the republicans support 3rd parties.
my ideal existence is not knowing about the oscars or the super bowl or any of that horseshit…I jerk off to clear running water and live off whatever wanders into my open mouth
‘beyond the scope of this paper’ is a dear friend to me. I Am Not Fucking Talking About That
Coat
c. 1895-1900
Embroidered velvet with silks, satin, felt, machine-made lace, lined with silk, canvas, metal
by Marshall & Snelgrove, London
Victoria and Albert Museum
listening to music literally fucks so hard. you mean i can just put in headphones and experience incredibly profound emotions felt throughout my entire body
just a friendly reminder that this blog hates ICE
*unfriendly reminder.
If you support ICE or anything of the sort I hope you choke on the damn boot you keep licking
*becomes a knight strictly because the local bard is cute, and I want him to write songs about me*
*becomes a bard strictly because the local knight is cute and I want to write songs about him*
*becomes the village idiot because of a chemical deposit in the well behind my house*
*becomes the evil wizard because the local strong knight is cute and I want to get beaten by them.*
*dumps my evil chemicals in the well behind some random dude’s house*
So I’ve got this friend whose nervous because she’s trans and dating this guy who she hasn’t told yet because they’ve only been on a two dates. For this story let’s call the friend Jane and the guy she was dating Jason. Happy ending don’t worry.
So I tell Jane to bring her boy over to a bbq I’m having and she can tell him she’s trans at my place surrounded by queer and trans people who love her and will support her if he ends up being awful.
She waits till the end of the bbq to tell him the news, by which point the rest of us have learned that Jason is a kind, friendly, empathetic, hard working, dummy. So we sit down, all of us a little worried about this gym bro’s reaction when she tells him she’s trans, and that she understands if he doesn’t want to keep dating her it’s no big deal.
He’s baffled, so we explain what trans is, and after the disclosure that she hasn’t had bottom surgery yet…
“Oh you have a dick?”
“… yeah.”
He look’s around at the room full of people with baited breath, his clearly a little afraid girl friend says
“Oooohhhh! I get it! You think- don’t worry Babe! Watch this!”
And ya’ll this man jumps up, runs into the kitchen and returns with one of the bratwurst we had for grilling and proceeds to tilt his head back, put it down his throat, hold it in his mouth for a moment, and spit it up without even a whisper of a gag and then looks around at the group absolutely beaming with pride.
My mans saw his worried girlfriend and her support network and thought to him self “Oh they don’t think I can’t please my girl, but I’ll show them!”
I do feel the need to add that later he excitedly tell the group that as a straight guy, he never thought that skill would be useful outside hotdog eating contests.
“Man its too bad that im straight since I’ve got like no gag reflex and all.”
“Honey, I must tell you, i am in fact trans and I have not had bottom surgery.”
“My god… everything’s coming up Jason.”
Pure of heart dumb of ass hetero of sexual








