Pig,,

this is me

We fuck with academic butches? The butches with bookshelves filled with books on their degree or interest? The butches with notebooks filled of lessons from their university classes? The butches with binders of printed articles and writing you could only find online nowadays? The butches who have folders covering the desktop on their open laptop in their office filled with reports they've written? The butches who leave tabs on their internet browser that are rarely ever closed or bookmarks covering their search bar? The butches with collectibles or even artifacts? Do we fuck with academic butches?

yknow I really don't understand why monster dicks are allowed to be weird and animalistic and fucked up looking but god forbid pussy look like anything other than a small hairless smooth hole justice for weird pussy shapes

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.

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

Of course.

y'all want southern butches so bad until i pronounce jewelery like "jury" and willingly eat coleslaw. do you still want me after that

Hot take: we must get better at recognising situations as they arise.

I am unashamedly a little bit sinister. Think, knight lesbians who would perhaps step a little bit over the line of conventional morality for their belle. Think, sunglasses and cheap suits and dates at faded restaurants. Think, underhand glances and thinly-veiled euphemisms that you just happen to catch across the room.

God, I hate this. Though this also applies to the way the books themselves are advertised, which are festooned with quotes from reviewers which tell me nothing, which all read like

"A stunning menagerie of life, this book is thumpingly alive."

What happened to the teaser on the back cover?

I was gifted a book in which the cover, the first two pages and the back cover was just uninformative praise from prominent critics. Like, great, now I know the cultural gatekeepers of the Wank Street Journal love it. What an endorsement.

I have noticed also that authors from South Asia, Africa, Latin America tend to have the words "kaleidoscopic" and "magical realism: applied to their work, as well as "emerging voice". I mean, wow, they sure do have a different culture.

y’all really recommend books like: title, there are gay characters, enemies to lovers, young adult, written by poc

not once do i ever see a summary

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 aspire to own a wall-mounted plastic fish. I do not own a fishing rod.