Would You Sit With Me When It's Raining Outside

i wanna make out with someone who also wears glasses so that our glasses can keep keep bumping together, and we're giggling and laughing over it but also way too deep in the moment to pull away so we're just pressing all these mindless kisses to each other as both of us trying to resist the other when pulling back to take off our glasses like AHHHHH especially if we're all over each other like pulling each other in by our clothes, my arms around their shoulders, theirs holding onto my waist and keeping me pressed in so that i can't move away. moaning in between laughs and snorts, playfully nipping at each other's lips and swirling our tongues together and and

this is about lesbians! ♡ cishet men + minors dni

She is the safest place I have ever known.

First have come for immigrants.

Will you speak out?

Then have come for trans people.

Will you speak out?

They will come for people of colour.

Will you speak out?

They will come for the disabled and the poor and the gays, and those who stand against them.

Will you speak out?

Then they will come for you.

Will there be anyone left to speak out for you?

— Nikita Gill

New York City, 1970s

The Drunk lives in a mysterious, detached reality with a deep desire for connection. This drunk, an alcoholic writer who is working on the next best seller finds the work unfulfilling, dreaming of days past where the pen moved through fire like it once has. The story lies in a reflection of that past life where deeply disturbed nightmares also reside which has resulted in the current self-isolated, faceless existence of the present.

The Gambler dreams of playing at the largest casino tables but is impulsive as he is clever and calculating. Living in the same house together, he bonds with The Drunk over talks of addiction and would prefer nothing more than to be constantly worked and rung out like a soaked sponge to remove himself from all temptation and regret.

The Lover is on the hunt for his darling and is as bold, hot-headed, and fiery as they come. He, who works at the same factory as The Drunk, talks of women and art and is quick to wave off all that is false and inauthentic about people, a true cynic repulsed by all things unattractive including his former life of degeneracy.

Overall, It's about that one day you realize you have been lying to yourself for 20 years and the great unraveling that follows, a conversation about writing, art, and self-acceptance. The soulful story of three degenerates begins here.

(It's in stores, but just message me or ask for a free pdf copy in the comments below. Reviews are the best way to support trans indie authors.)

growing out a bad haircut<<<<<<<

all I want is to look like a hot boy dyke, but instead I look like a fuckboy or 2010s Justin Bieber (icon fr, but not the vibe)