boys sleepovers be like. allen is wrenching phillips head

i know the car ive been left lane tailgating while ugly sobbing for ten miles is terrified of me

balls are the boobs of the penis

she brine my cucumber til im gherkin

had full moon sex and fear i may have inadvertently bound my soul to theirs

flirting at the farmers market via the purchase of beets

lofi beats to have sex to

the best thing about children is that they’re good at improv

my favorite pokémon is the fuckable one

Queering Ogies

squawk. polly wanna cule

working at the dunkin donuts in cop city in the metaverse

hitting the pen then attending the white house briefing for lgbtqi+ influencers

facedown, moaning, writhing, sweating (pulled my back lifting palettes)

the birth to death pipeline

go ahead move in. since your ass wanna act woman

honey i genderswapped the kids