Dec 24, 2025
Intricate Japanese Tattoo Art ⌘ Traditional design on a woman's back, captured in a softly lit room.
Loading...
seen from Brazil
seen from T1
seen from Chile
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Chile
seen from T1
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from United States
Intricate Japanese Tattoo Art ⌘ Traditional design on a woman's back, captured in a softly lit room.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
ever since i was little i hated shirts (skjortor in swedish)(uou know, white, or other colour, folded collar, dress shirt kind of thing) and you’d never catch me in it ever, i refused, and my parents where kind enough to never make me wear one. this is for several reasons, dysphoria that i at the time couldn’t identify probably, and the general heavy anti capitalist mindset that i grew up with in our house, which the dress shirt has kind become a sort of a symbol for for me, and lastly, the social conformity and lack of personality, the dead-ness in the garment, something, though i could not identify it at the time with the words i can now, i greatly feared.
now, this all still applies today, all of the above actually applies to ties and just modern suits in general as well for me
but semi-recently i found a 70s shirt with a very pointy folded collar and a very structured and stiff collar and cuff, and for some reason i’m very fine wearing it, and it feels much more butch to me than “upper class white guy”. there is something with the heavy structure in the collar that i really like.
but unless i find another shirt with exactly the same cut, collar and structure in parts that this one has with maybe just variation in pattern and colour, i don’t think i’ll ever wear another shirt (except for much older styles). and if you ever catch me wearing a modern shirt, a modern suit or a tie, know that i am surely and truly dead inside, it is, and i am not exaggerating here, one of my greatest fears to for domestic reason have to wear one
now, it’s not like i don’t wear suits, like i have been well known to wear 1890s evening wear, or 1830s-50s clothes, but never in my life will i wear its modern equivalent, even so early as the 30s some styles are becoming uncomfortable for my, and by the 50s almost all standard men’s clothes are off limits to me
Today, a certain poet sent me a suggestion to write a collaborative poem that imitates intimacy 🤢. Maybe I've finally been driven to the edge, but I've deleted photos from Facebook that seem to be considered "controversial" or an "invitation" to flirt or something more by certain individuals there. I’ve written repeatedly that these photos are my personal expression, a way to process trauma, and an attempt to reclaim femininity in a patriarchal world. Yet, some men seem completely indifferent to this; instead, they either insult me, aggressively attack, give unsolicited advice on my image, or send inappropriate messages privately.
To all my photo critics—rejoice! Now, let’s all nicely cover up in turtlenecks and say a prayer (no offense to my believing friends, but this ultimately leads to control and hysterical reactions to the human body).
That’s all for now about Facebook. For now, I’m glad to still have a small space for freedom here.
kasen wears boxer briefs, fight me
My Rapport with Life
Life; a beautiful lie. That makes you believe in the world. It does not promise anything, yet, we end up believing them anyway. No matter how much it hurts us in the future.
I am the kind of person who looks around the meaning of life, when I should be the one creating it for myself.
To quote Rupi Kaur’s one of the poems: Growing up, I naturally embraced who I was But I was always battling with myself So, I spent half my time being proud of being a woman And the other half completely hating it.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Give me your autograph. Can I ride with you in your BMW?
Birds and Blooms 🌸🪻🐦🌿