If Someone Were To Say That To Me, I'd Say "what Community?"

Mmmm…would be happy to be of service.

gently sucking on a tgirl who’s been so stressed for the past few months and hasn’t had the time to masturbate and watching her finally start to unwind as she releases everything she’s had pent up into my mouth all at once.

I do not like the negative connotation snakes have in our culture. They are symbols of duplicity and evil. The symbolism of the shedding of their skin is often sinister, but I think it is not so. We adore the caterpillar's drastic transformation into a butterfly, but it is one-time only. The mythical phoenix transforms, but only after it dies.

The snake may shed any number of times in its life, which it does to slough off parasites. It represents a more gradual, real process of transformation. I shed my old habits and ways, yet I am the same person. And then people find the embarrassing old skins and wave them in the air or immortalise them in a museum, which sucks.

This is awesome stuff.

I think one of the reasons drag kings aren’t as popular as drag queens, aside from the fact that straight women don’t like us, is that people are uncomfortable acknowledging masculinity as a performance. Like we as a society know that femininity is a performance, with its own costumes and rules. Masculinity is also a performance, and nothing makes that more clear than someone making an exaggeration of it

I love my fellow gay nerds. They have technical knowledge on subjects I cannot fathom.

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some recent portraits of butches of color. via butchisnotadirtyword

It is not just someone who is a rude bore. This sort of character understands norms and manners very well and makes deliberate choices about which lines they cross, allowing them to be disruptive without actually being ostracised, for maximum damage.

I am a strong advocate of bringing back that guy who messes people's lives up just a little bit, especially if they have their priorities in the wrong order.

Quiet overcast afternoons are the perfect days for slow, sensual oral sex.

Since I also have this thing called a conscience, I’d probably offer my services to the local hospital. Sometimes surgeons make simple errors. Little Johnny will wake up and be told his heart operation was a success. Glinda will have a miraculous remission in her late-stage pancreatic cancer.

I’d be 100% a necromancer if possible. But I wouldn’t be the type that brings back mindless hordes of zombies. There are plenty of other ways to be…ethically ambiguous.

Abso-fucking-lutely.

I wish these earthly delights can be experienced by all of my fellow lesbians.

…God I am being driven INSANE by these images.

Salted Caramel Apple Pie Cheesecake (x)