NF Guys ALWAYS Call At The Worst Possible TImes
If I’m sitting around watching TV or reading articles? No calls,
THE SECOND I am cooking, bathing, covered in hairdye, having lunch with my parents, in the middle of giving D a blowjob, taking our the trash, or doing anything that requires two hands IMMEDIATELY ALL OF THE CALLS (also if I leave my phone in my purse or another room)
Lost Souls Makes Me Long For Indefinable Things
Night, travel, danger, sex, dangerous sex, magic, the impossible and impossibly beautiful, sultry wet heat, and my misspent youth. It makes me loathe myself for the responsibilities I’ve saddled myself with since seventeen years old. It makes me wish I was braver than I am. Sometimes I want to slip into the night, and travel far away and yet I’ve never had that kind of courage.
Ugh, I’m going to run myself a bath and light some candles and masturbate until my dissatisfaction with reality abates. I never feel this weird wanderlust intermingled with anger at the way reality works when D is around.
…that dull rant ended up on the wrong blog.
On Man Days
I will never get over how absolutely magical it is that my body has the ability to create life. I feel like a wizard. A profoundly fertile wizard.
I just made this to clarify something… print these out and hand them to guys when hit on if need be.
Also important, yes this is specifically aimed at cis men, as cis men seem to generally be far more prone to believe “my genitals are MAGIC!” than any other group for some reason.
Pretty Pennsylvania Dutch hex symbol
I really really hate Aleister Crowley, he’s the reason people spell “magic” with a goddamn k… so yes.