Alder's stinky pits blog

I need to be able to help more trans girls. I wish I had more time.

I am helped by your posts.

do not call my princess parts “girlcock” what the hell is wrong with you

My genitals are called geeins or I will be so mad I'll kill you then die!

i think most of my life has been spent in pursuit of the highs i reached looking up "vore" on deviantart when i was 12

I've never been able to recapture it. Not really. But reading yuri manga under the sheets at 2 am comes close

Sorry to go on about this but genuinely I wish i knew how to access this feeling again. Its such a unique thrill because (not to get gross) but that was before I even understood what jerking off was. I wasn't jerking off. It was sexual but not in any way that's familiar to me now. I would just sit there for hours crawling forums and websites and looking at every possible image or story I could about vore. And it was fucking electrifying. It was the most exciting thing i'd ever experienced in my life at the time. I would go to school and id look at a girl I had a crush on and I would imagine her eating me and I would feel so humiliated id put my head down on my desk and cry. But then I'd go home and look up poorly drawn comics of giant catgirls eating people and it was so exhilirating that it felt like basically nothing else existed around me. I stopped eating for 2 days because I kept imagining getting eaten every time I would go to eat food. It was genuinely so exciting. I haven't felt that level of passion for anything since. All of it immediately went away once I learned how to jerk off. Then it was a thing I thought about for a few hours a day at most. But before that? My life was impossible to describe. It was like everything was new again.

I feel you big time! I definitely did the same thing with bondage porn when I was 10. Then i jerked off nearly every day for 17 years and it was less magical and mysterious. I have found a respite in needle and blood play - it feels so removed from my typical sexuality but can still have an overbearing sense of erotic energy that i find quite appealing!

it's very obvious to me that it comes from a desire to go, "oh, I'm nothing like a 4channer, all the horrible bad stuff happens somewhere else and has nothing to do with me". and then you scroll past posts talking about anti-Black racism because they made you feel uncomfortable.

i mean, it's not all bad, the budding wings (yet to grow strong or large enough to break through the skin of your back like cracking an eggshell tearing open all your layers, destroying the past you, leaving you red and raw, and flinging blood into the air and all around you making a mess of everything) do look really cute pressing into the not quite transparent layers of skin that still trap them. i mean they look really uncomfortable, but it's cute at least.

some days i feel overwhelming grief for the fact that i never got to be a teenaged girl

I frequently witness teenage girls at work and it hurts pretty bad.

im high and i need to cut something to pieces + see what its blood tastes like

Mama Mia