This One Was Just Miraculous: Two Large Slices Of Pure Perfection. Lifting The Slice With A Crust So

This one was just miraculous: two large slices of pure perfection. Lifting the slice with a crust so softly thin, that the cheese was just oozing out from underneath itself: the triangular platonic ideal for a shapely shape of such convected goodness. It slid down my thrussy until I bravely swallowed into what was once the achingly emptied pits of my belly.

Introduction Post (Updated 02/06/24):

This tumblr blog contains adult themes and content, 18+ only. It’s an eclectic mix of intersectionality, trans and homoerotic content, and some dissociative insightfulness (ranting) about the traumatic experiences of a queer person surfing the southeastern United States with of a broken body bound by chronic illness (long covid) and the disabilities it brings.

🚫—gnatzis and all fashy folk, antivax, covid-deniers, anti-maskers, cops and their bootlicking lovers (looking at some of y’all’s “leather” blogs), Zionists, racists, homophobes, queerphobes, transphobes, ableism, toxic masculinity/red pill losers, TERFs, republikkkans or conservatives, misogyny or misandry, and anything else containing dogwhistles I can hear miles and captions away.

Okay, now to the fun stuff!

🏳️‍⚧️—Yes, I am a trans person who experiences gender in a genderfluid/nonbinary way! Either label is fine, and they/them are the pronouns I use in every context outside of sex/kink spaces. In sexual spaces, any pronouns are up for grabs and are hot other than the f-slur.

💖—Demisexual, nonmonogamous, and poly-minded here. My love is fiery, attentive, and intense. And I’m a good boy too, hehehe.

🥵—kinks and fetishes appear on this blog, and I’m trying to retroactively go back to old posts and put on the mature theme filter. If I message you directly, there’s something I like about you!

♿️—Cane user, possibly an ambulatory wheelchair user soon. Themes of CPTSD/PTSD and Long Covid rage vents through here. It’s ruined my life, my body, my brain, my peace of mind. I am not able to do the things I once did. I just want to land somewhere safe and receive the healthcare I need to feel comfortable in my own body and heal.

Content, unless if otherwise noted, comes from reposts and internet searches and is not meant to solicit sales or advice. This is just my little corner of Internet, but please DM me if there is content containing of yours that you need me to remove.

Free Palestine. 🇵🇸

End All Apartheids. ✊

I don't need therapy, I need the USA to die

yall have got to be more normal about Southern people and I'm not kidding. enough of the Sweet Home Alabama incest jokes, enough of the idea that all Southerners are bigots and rednecks, and enough of the idea that the South has bad food. shut up about "trailer trash" and our accents and our hobbies!

do yall know how fucking nauseating it is to hear people only bring up my state to make jokes about people in poverty and incestuous relationships? how much shame I feel that I wasn't born up north like the Good Queers and Good Leftists with all the Civilised Folk with actual houses instead of small cramped trailers that have paper thin walls that I know won't protect me in a bad enough storm?

do yall know how frustrating it is to be trans in a place that wants to kill you and whenever you bring it up to people they say "well just move out" instead of sympathizing with you or offering help?

do yall understand how alienating it is to see huge masterposts of queer and mental health resources but none of them are in your state because theyre all up north? and nobody seems to want to fix this glaring issue because "they're all hicks anyways"

Southern people deserve better. we deserve to be taken seriously and given a voice in the queer community and the mental health space and leftist talks in general.