Random thought 1: I haven’t wanted to be fucked so badly by a cismale until I started testosterone it really flipped something in me
Random thought 1: I haven’t wanted to be fucked so badly by a cismale until I started testosterone it really flipped something in me
been thinking about using a warming lube on a sub. putting just a little bit on my fingers and playing with their clit for a while until it starts working. watch them start squirming, their clit becoming so sensitive and hot; till I barely have to touch them to have them grinding on thin air. maybe I’ll push a vibe against them and make them cum just from that until they’re so sensitive it feels like they’re numb, and then I’ll flip them over and fill them with my strap until they’re crying
8:29 pm
Picnic dates are top tier and no one can tell me otherwise. Setting down a blanket in the park or the middle of the woods? Having homemade food together? Chilling in each others quiet, loving company? Beautiful.
I pack my things. I sure am nervous but what would happen if i stayed terrifies me way more.
My lungs hurt. Or is it my heart..
I have to survive. I can’t stay.
Not now.
Run. Run. Run. Run and escape.
Stop. Stop by the house of red bricks. The house where my lover resides. Sleeping peacefully. I leave the letter here, there’s no turning back.
The train station is so cold.
The train.
I step in.
There’s no turning back.
someone just told me i have to actually talk to guys if i want a boyfriend and i am f u r i o u s
I took a juice quiz and my result was that I AM THE JUICE anyways 👀👀vampire boys and enbies👀👀 ❤🩸💉 hmu
I’m so tired but i dont want to go to sleep. If someone were to cuddle me to sleep that would be greatly appreciated.
12:46 pm
So many of my problems would be solved if I could just run my fingers through a boys hair,,
10:59 am
Honestly pretty homophobic that it’s this warm outside and all the birds are chirping yet I don’t have a boy to sit out on the lawn and paint with ://
i want to wash its hair when its too tired to do so itself; leaving a gentle kiss behind its ear or at the nape of its neck… i want to take care of the one i love, if only to affirm how deeply it means to me.
the fact that my name is slanted on the computer my school lent me is actually my sexuality
Unpopular opinion but bi people shouldn’t be scared to say that they have a preference for men.
I see bisexual people making hundreds of jokes, all the time, about being attracted to every woman they’ve ever seen but only liking 1-2 guys or joking about how their attraction to men is disappointing and they wish they could get rid of it.
This mindset has really damaged my own view of bisexuality and what it means for me because I do have a preference for men and I don’t want to be ashamed of that. I’ve been ashamed of it for so long, I’ve made those same “I only like 2 guys/I wish I didn’t like guys” jokes to try and feel better about it, I’ve even fought against my gender identity realizations because my gender identity does impact my sexuality and I was ashamed to admit that I was a man who liked men, even though I also liked women.
I’m tired of being ashamed for liking men. I’m tired of feeling unwelcome in my own community. I’m just so tired and I want it to stop because I know there are other bisexuals out there, right now, who feel the same way and that’s not fair. They don’t deserve that.
I guess what I’m trying to say is: Loving men is beautiful, please don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
I wonder what will hurt more. When you stop loving me or when I realize you maybe never loved me. Because the sinking guilt of hurting you is killing me. I am a disease that you should cut out, but you don’t. Please, I beg of you, cut me out. Stop loving me. Or stop pretending you do. Because it’s hurting you more than it hurts me and even when I ponder what will hurt more I know that I will still selfishly love you. No Agape, my love for you is anything but selfless. Because I am a disease. And I will hurt you again, I will fail you.
And yet, I will never stop loving you. Because I’m selfish. And it will hurt when you stop loving or pretending to love me, but it’ll be okay. Go ahead and live your life.