a poem for people with strange and unusual gender identities and an inability to get off
pixie cut crew cut maybe a headband maybe a barrette girl
never a bow girl
no bra lacy bra free the nipple 70s feminist virgin girl
acid and poppies flower power peace girl
would never do acid would never pick up the phone girl
doesn’t like scary movies girl
final girl virgin girl
moans pretty moans soft stabbed to death girl
bleeds pastel bleeds sensual bleeds virgin girl
church girl virgin girl
masturbation is a sin save yourself for marriage girl
cums pretty cums soft never cum before girl
never cum before girl
zoloft girl prozac girl ssri never cum before girl
gender dysphoria girl is she like? a boy girl
what is wrong with her girl
maybe if she had a vibrator minute to herself girl
numb girl fantasies like a prayer each night before bed girl
lingerie girl tied up wrapped up in a bow girl
word porn girl smut girl ao3 and chill girl
would never touch herself girl
coquette girl soft girl lolita girl so very very small girl
riot girl punk girl big black boots with pretty pale satin socks girl
it’s so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
girl
modest pink and wet girl
perky pale and polite girl
bralette with a bow girl cute if you’re into small tits girl
tastes like sugar tastes like strawberries tastes like coffee creamer girl
floating in formaldehyde dollish and sticky sweet girl
sexuality expires girl goes sour goes thick curdles like milk girl
she’s going to infect herself
testosterone girl
she’s going to scar herself
double mastectomy girl
clit girl dick girl hairy mad and mean girl
t4t girl girl4girl girl
bite and scratch and scream girl
love me girl
want me girl
fuck me girl
die small die scared die sad die virgin girl
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i hace decided to torture myself and work on Lance panels from new chapter
I love him but I have to redraw his hoodie completely
wish me luck ✌🏽
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Mein Gott I’m becoming one of those bloggers who tags his bf in everything 😔
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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Bought my uncle a burger and milkshake in exchange for letting me disrupt the holiest day of the week, NFL Sunday Football, so I could install a Pi-hole and free the household of ads...the thing abt the specific boomers I live with is they told me not to trust people on the Internet but they do not understand the algorithm or online advertising and think that Facebook has their best interests at heart. And every time I have tried to explain to them that no, blorbo from my dashboard is not selling my kidneys on the dark web but Google from your capitalism is definitely selling your web searches to every advertising company on the planet, they think I am paranoid. How could their personal friend Mark Zuckerberg want anything bad to happen to them etc. I am fighting battles I did not know existed!!!
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I was at a Palestinian solidarity gig last night & the one Palestinian artist who was going to perform had COVID so the organisers asked around to see if there were any Palestinians who'd like to say a few words instead.
A local guy who was born & raised in Gaza offered to speak. He started with "I'm an engineer. i'm not a poet or a politician. I don't... do public speaking… I had no idea what to say when I came up here. So i'm just going to tell you about the street I grew up on."
And then he did! He went down the street building by building. He told us about the ice cream shop on the corner, the grocery shop, the charity that supports people with intellectual disabilities. He told us about the people who he knew growing up, the families who still live in the different houses. He told us about the university buildings and about his friends who quit being accountants to start a band together. All on that street.
All of which is gone now, by the way. Bombed to dust.
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Loving reminder from your land history auntie:
North American golf courses have had 50-100 years of arsenic and mercury based fungicide and herbicides applied to their soils.
Do not eat anything that has been grown on a golf course or downstream from a golf course. I know it sounds cool and radical, but you are too valuable to poison yourself with heavy metals.
Protect each other, turn your local golf course into a pollinator garden, not a sex forest or community garden.
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