Something Ive Been Thinking About Recently Is Being A Girls Private Store Of Photos That She Can Take

something I’ve been thinking about recently is being a girl’s private store of photos that she can take out and admire whenever she wants.

like yeah, of course she gets the goofy ones. the ones with me at an arcade doing a celebratory pose because of my high score on the simpsons pinball game. the ones where we were at a party and I was taking shots through a shrek mask. the ones where she comes to my games and I hug her in full sweaty goalie gear and we’re both smiling so big.

but also:

the ones she takes in the mirror while she’s riding my strap, positioned just so you can see my hands digging into her hips, the shine between her legs, the barest hint of the sounds on her lips. the ones when I conk out naked and sprawled on my stomach, my back a patchwork mess of scratches and fingertip bruises. the ones where I’m knelt between her legs looking up, so utterly drunk on the taste of her that I looked as blissfully fucked out as she does.

just…food for thought

my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.

i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.

point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.

i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.

i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.

i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.

(i think i was...six?)

anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.

(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)

so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?

so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.

the compost pile was full of worms.

and she told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and i would go to heaven, and i would be able to talk to the worms, and i would be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident out of excessive Love, and that they would forgive me, because worms have six hearts and no malice.

at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.

and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.

but because she loved me.

women in the gay bar talking about women’s football—-hell yeah!!

Stolen this from twitter and typed up;

50 questions

Biggest turn on?

Biggest turn off?

Quickest way to get horny?

Top 3 places to be touched?

Do you like the idea of a three or moresome?

Sex or masturbation?

Spit or swallow?

Rough or Romantic sex?

Loud or quiet partners?

How much foreplay do you like?

How much teasing do you like?

Do you do hookups or only sleep with a partner?

How much kissing do you like during sex?

Favourite place to have sex?

Would you have sex in public?

Last place you had sex?

Where would you most like to have sex?

Do you like spontaneous sex or do you need to be in the mood?

Could you go through with a hookup at a strangers house?

Biggest kink?

Are you okay with name calling?

Would you do any BDSM?

Do you prefer to tie someone up or be tied up?

Do you like orgasm denial?

Do you like overstimulation?

Do you like pain being involved?

(send a kink with this number) do you have this kink?

Do you own sex toys? How many?

What do you masturbate to?

Do you go for multiple rounds or settle for one orgasm?

Do you enjoy giving oral?

Do you prefer to give or receive oral?

What makes you orgasm fastest?

Do you do anal?

Favourite position?

How often do you have unprotected sex?

Do you masturbate or have sex with clothes on?

How do you prefer your partner's pubic hair?

What do you wear to bed?

Try to describe how an orgasm feels for you.

Do you have extreme kinks? Which ones?

Do you like your balls being played with?

Do you squirt?

How often do you masturbate?

Favourite sex toy?

Do you masturbate with penetration?

Do you like roleplay?

Any funny sex stories?

Weirdest porn you've ever watched?

Ever used something that isn't made for sex, in the bedroom?

do ppl like non-binary and androgynous lesbians 😭😭 I feel like bc I’m not butch OR femme I’m invisible 👎🏻 (23, they/them)

I speak for the people and the people say YES!!!

I know esp on tumblr/online it can often feel like such a narrow microcosm of lesbian identity. and I don’t mean to diss or say anything against butch or femme identities here!! they rock!! but lesbianism exists outside those two strict identities, in all different ways, and it’s just as valid and cool! speaking as someone who’s also not butch or femme, non-binary and androgynous lesbians are pretty darn awesome ✨

Why didn’t you ask the hot older woman for her number?? Or did you?! Anyways glad you had a fun night.

UGH I wish I did but mannn I was blushing way too hard to even talk. I was at the bar getting another drink and it was super crowded and I felt hands right on y’know that part of your waist where your ribcage ends? right there and immediately was like !!!!! and then she pushed past and stood beside me and I saw her and I was hshsk I was like O h haheh uhhh and she spent a good few seconds just looking at me (I was making direct eye contact with the captain morgan bottle behind the bar at this point because fuck I blush way too easily) before she turned to order her own drink.

and thank you! i did have a fun night!!