This is actually a milk analogy. There's, among others, soy face, cow face, goat face, oat face, coconut face and golden femboy face.

Ah, my mental playlist throughout January.

consider yourself lucky, rich trans people especially in tech can be the worst hot take factories

usually it's bc they have money

volcel investigation in progress

I must've built up a bit of a reputation with the weekend's gay escapades. Now the GF of one of the cuties i played with is in my DMs and we're talking kink preferences and are planning a date. I mean, we always were lowkey into each other, and it was always clear that what she's into requires a kind of soft domming that's kind of my specialty, but nothing beyond a few headpats ever came off it. And then we met in VC yesterday and immediately started hitting it off super hard and i can't help but wonder what her GF told her about me lmao.

I can really recommend the coconut oil, it's fun and good skincare and now i've conditioned myself to blush and start reminiscing every time i smell coconuts.

Well, it has to be to do all these cuties justice

I didn't even get into how much drama i've potentially dicksucked myself into

btw this is the first time ever this happens to a would-be chancelor in postwar Germany, he's taken an L of historic proportions.

This week's gay post is really gay.

spoiler Have you made sure the volcel cops haven't tailed you? The bruises she left on my neck and my shoulder are still visible, proving that the things that happened on Saturday weren't just a dream. I wonder if the marks i left when i bit her and when the whip wrapped around her hips are still there, too. And i still get this nice, fuzzy glow when i think of how i looked across the room, checking out the girl my gal pal had just undressed, and she gave me that wonderful backwards glance, that look that said "hey, i really appreciate how you appreciate my ass" when our eyes met. I remember the smell of the coconut oil that got everywhere, i remember the soft, squishy boobs of that nice American girlthing, i remember how those of us who were still awake talked revolution until the sun was high up in the sky after we had formed that big pile of happy lesbians on the sofa. I remember waking up next to my lovely gal pal, how us talking about our crushes suddenly removed all the little insecurities i had built up over the last months. I'm so full of joy and so full of love for all these beautiful, cool as hell people i have in my life now. :::

DICTATORSHIP OF THE QUEER

Regrettably, i've only played one session of it before the group blew up due to personal reasons, but it's exactly as you would expect of a game where the DM is seriously called the Gaymaster.