Once upon a time I had the hots for this older dude who made custom coffins. He had a full back tattoo of the wall paper from the haunted mansion ride at Disneyland. He once told me about having an awkward night in the emergency room because his PA got hooked on his ex boyfriends tonsil whole he was skull fucking him. He was not even remotely interested in me and began dating this twinky dude who always danced super hard at the club. (The club was a Mexican restaurant during the day and only a gay club once a week on Wednesdays).
Anyway, that twinky dude is now more famously known as Miss Fame. So there’s that.
I may be a Disney villain…
Thanks to a heads up from watchoutsally I’m syncing my estradiol cycle with the lunar cycle today and I’m very excited
my aesthetic is the kid on the playground who tells all the other kids that ring around the rosie is about the black plague
Hormone seller. I am going into a gender. I need to buy your strongest hormones.