Women Enjoyer

if a huge bird came over and started eating people that would probably be fine

sometimes people experiencing psychosis and/or mania will come up to you on the street and talk in confusing or upsetting ways. your job is to either have a regular human-to-human conversation with that person or politely leave. your job is not to call 911. do not call 911. you might kill that person if you call 911.

conputer. show me aya shameimaru. collar open. safe search off

disheveled ayas to soothe an aching heart

writing a movie about a violent man in a dress who kills women out of a desire to become one and then insisting over and over that it can't be transphobic (despite it's cultural influence to the contrary) because he isn't a real tranny is. well it's beyond parody isn't it.

reallyyy not a fan of the habit people have of deflecting guilt for making abhorrent and obvious caricatures of trans women in media by insisting that it was actually super progressive because he wasn't a real transsexual!! you see the same shit with rhps. just a complete failure to take some accountability and say "yeah that was insensitive we shouldn't have depicted a real group of people that way and it has brought them material harm as a result."

It's so frustrating when people pull the "but he isn't a trans woman," like yes, the transmisogynistic caricature will not be called a woman by the source material, please consider why that is

your background screening should be done in just a few minutes ma'am, your employment history was approved and your credit check came in well above the minimum threshold. we just have a couple technicalities to sort out now, confirming your current address and running a keyword search for "elf" on your blog to make sure everything looks normal,

jokes aside, if you're actually interested in a bit of behind the scenes context on those posts, you can check here, though it won't help much with that goal, because it will also log you out

(nods sagely) (nods basily) (nods rosemarily) (nods saltly) (nods star anisely)

Dahling you simply must explore the backrooms they're just brimming with all sorts of delightful little entities.