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continuing to drip blood hours later in the toilet? definitely dysphoric

ive been absent getting sick and diagnosed with the most medeival-sounding autoimmune disease. which means i've broken my dependence on caffeine, alcohol, and ibuprofen so all i have left is taking thirst traps 🤷🏻‍♂️

i judge dudes so much by how clean their bathrooms are. this is one of the best i've seen

the upside is, I haven't been on a truly terrible date yet this year, because those dudes all ghost me when I tell them my boundaries while setting up the date *shrug*

left bicep

me: i was raised to exclusively call my dad “father” and “papa”, leaving me absolutely untethered by freud to call sex partners “daddy”

but i’m just a sad fag what did you expect??

but the nurse said nothing about the bruises 😅

hit me baby one more time

obvi i’m no expert here, but i really don’t think you can change the way my hipbones look like that, coach.

my scruff display name is still “taste like pepsi cola” and it brings me such a perverse joy when men are like “do you really taste like pepsi wink wink” and i’m just like “afraid not”