Tough Fucking Luck Losing My Cart And My Pack Of Camels In The Same 48 Hour Period I Suspect That It

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

nearly had a medical emergency today because - and i cannot stress enough how little i am making this up - a helicopter landed in front of an open grain silo while i was getting off my ship and i am deathly allergic to the wheat that said helicopters rotor blades proceeded to blast in my face at full force. the cosmic forces are plotting against me ass situation to be in

i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wa-need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked.

Hi again from my bathroom+desk. I love you. Mwah.

it’s all fun and games until i get called a pet name and suddenly i can’t think anymore

a frowny, brooding butch. is some femmes most coveted accessory actually.

My wife and I have a little game we play called "Speaking From Ignorance."

To play Speaking From Ignorance, all you need is a phone with a voice recorder, and another person who knows considerably more or considerably less about a topic than you do. The topic can be anything: from "how to bake a quiche" to "what happens in the Peter Jackson Hobbit movies" to "who is Florence Pugh" to "how does the traveling salesman problem work." All that matters is that one of you has a firm grasp on the material, and one of you absolutely the fuck does not.

Then the person who knows about the topic turns on the recorder, and says to the person who knows barely anything: "Hey - tell me everything you think you know about [X]."

The speaker is then not allowed to ask any questions. Nor is the expert allowed to volunteer any information. The expert is allowed to pipe up with a faintly incredulous "Oh--really? Do you--do you think so?" from time to time, but for the most part, the expert's job is just to sit there and make encouraging sounds while the speaker digs their own grave.

This is never not funny.

The reason you record it is because, very often, the first thing the speaker wants to do after finishing the recording is find out how you actually make a quiche, or whatever. Then you both get to go back and listen to how wrong they were.

We have a small library now of Speaking From Ignorance recordings, and I'm going to be listening to them until I'm eighty.

tbh it's kinda funny when a lesbian helps a trans girl transition like yeah you would want that to happen wouldn't you

First of all: knowledge/intelligence is attractive as fuck.

Secondly: it’s even better when said intelligent person is a pretty girl under me, suddenly incapable of forming a coherent thought.

Like yes baby you’re so smart, but can you even remember your own name right now? All it takes to shut off your brain is my fingers

This post is about wlw, men and minors DNI!!

prolifically in fact

Do we fuck with butches with slow and chill hobbies? Butches that draw and make art? Butches that cook? Butches that don't love working out? Butches that crochet? Academic butches? Butches that read a lot? Butches that prefer to stay indoors? Introverted butches? Shy butches?

Do y'all fw that?