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I need to take haunted doll photos of myself. I need to dress up like a porcelain doll that has been cursed by the malevolent dreams of the one who painted it and sit bonelessly but rigid on the floor. In between my butch wife's legs. With faer hands tangled in my hair.
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Fucking hell, bisexual internet spaces truly can be some of the most transmisogynistic places on the internet, I swear to fuck. Constant third-gendering, fetishisation and general chaser bullshit, the consistent implication that it's only queer if men are fucking us and/or being fucked by us, while for women it's effectively straight. Makes me ashamed to call myself bisexual.
Ugh, I need head so fucking bad. I'm really worked up today and I just craving a cute throat around my girlcock. A cutie's nose buried in my bush, my balls brushing against her chin, fingers tangled in her hair,,, listening to the adorable gagging noises as she tries to swallow my thick girlcock whole
It's been an interesting birthday today. Was awake until 4am cause I couldn't sleep. Woke up around noon. Read a bit of Worm and some fanfics. Did some uni work. I have a live class at 8pm. I'm very tired.
I miss my girlfriends. I wish I could have spent the day snuggling with them both instead. Feeling Felis Regia's hands playing with my hair while I wrap my arms around faer, leaning into Canis Ovis' chest as she hugs me from behind. I love them both so much, and every day I spend apart from them is another day my heart does, just a little.
One day I'll be able to hold them and kiss them and love them directly, and that will mean more to me than anything.
What's happened in the UK is a fucking travesty and I am fighting the urge to set something on fire about it. We just want to fucking exist.
Those fucking wizard child book fans have blood on their hands. The UK supreme court has blood on their hands. You will never be free of the stain of the lives you've personally damaged you incomprehensible fuckwits
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I have unfortunately been getting into doll kink stuff recently. Something about being an immobile plaything for my girlfriends sounds really appealing. No need to think, no need to hurt, just a semi rigid body that looks pretty and can be moved and shaped to their hearts' content.
I think part of its a gender thing, cause I identify my gender a lot with crystals and other minerals, part of it is a constant pain from bad posture I can't figure out how to fix thing (can't be sore if I'm made of porcelain or some other non-organic material), part of its a desire to be pretty and worth having around, bweh.
Gemgirl of Theseus where she gets dissolved into a solvent and then recrystalised.
Was domming my wife earlier, and I think I spurted out all my domtop energy into faer because right now I feel like the subbiest, most bottomy bitch imaginable. I want to be bullied by people who think I'm cute and groped and used and cuddled and held and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
