become the old forest god with light in its seven pupilless eyes and shadows of long-gone animals playing around its flower-crowned coat that you always wished to be abducted by as a child
before talkin shit on straight men maybe try talking to some for a period of more than five minutes at a time cause all y’all treat straight men on this website like incels treat women
you know what? you’re right, pan people don’t exist. we're actually all greek gods of the wild. we’re half goat, we instill widespread panic, screeching at others is our best defense, we do not like to be woken up from our midday naps, we enjoy music and merrily dancing about, we are particularly fond of noise and riots, and you may worship us in your local caves. thank you for your time.