to be perfectly honest in my opinion cannibalism as a metaphor for intimacy was never about the consumption itself so much as how you performed the act. the intimacy of it to me was ripping into someone's flesh with your teeth and fingernails and getting their blood on your face. learning the shape of their body inside and out through tearing, severing, chewing and swallowing.

eleventh plague. emails. 

my parents have no issue with my art being explicit or sexual and are very supportive and this is great. the issue is they’re too supportive. my dad will whip out his phone and show neighbors we barely know paintings of naked trans men on their knees and be like ^_^ im so proud of my son!!!

"have you ever...regretted what you did to me?"

“Let’s try this again,” said Whumper, crouching so they were eye level with Whumpee. “You may call me ‘Sir’, or you may call me ‘Master’. Those are your only choices.”

Whumper reached out and removed the gag, letting it dangle from their fingers. Whumpee fought the urge to work the soreness out of their jaw, flexing their hands where they were tied behind their back. “Now,” said Whumper, “what do you call me?”

Whumpee smiled. “An asshole.”

I was avoiding my homework earlier so I ended up searching a bunch of info about ADHD and

Are the neurotypicals okay?

cats are the world's most annoying animal

“can you people just let friends be friends!!” i shout into the mic. the crowd boos and throws tomatoes at me. “why, are you homophobic?” they accuse. i shoot everyone dead with my aromantic beam.

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

"He is free. Just let him go."

here, have some bi-ace solidarity

Your whump word(s) of the day

"I just wanna sleep... please."

I must not explain the joke. Explaining the joke is the joke-killer. I will face my followers who did not get the joke. I will permit them to pass over me and through me