Life A Beach! A Little Todd Drawing From The Smoke Room

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The pure eroticism of an Ace Bandage is not fully taken advantage of, I feel. The implications are clear.

Barely covering scarred skin, vulnerable flesh, a package to be unwrapped but also a rough texture made to protect them. The elastic and cotton arguing over it's texture pulled just barely not taut by skilled and gentle hands. To apply it is sex. To allow it to be applied is sex, to peel it away is sex, to reveal yourself as healed or still damaged is sex.

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Funny thing about text.

I have been extremely sick this past week (like, all the water in my body has decided to leave in the least fun ways it knows how.) And this has made me tired, like, really tied, bordering on delirious. My job barely noticed but the way I text to my friends has immediately set off alarms apparently???

Normally I write very formal, just extremely dryly, all punctuation, proper Grammer, all that shit. But when I am really tired or cannot allocate any extra energy to typing I type like I talk and boy does it show. Weirder still, I start using word adjacent phonetics, like texting someone "yeyeyea Igoddit" is not my normal MO.

I do genuinely wonder if other people have this sort of discrepancy when they're really sick or something.

being aromantic and into whump is like. shoutout to whump for being a great opportunity to engage with stories about intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. what would i do without you.

horsing around

“PBJ & Jar of Milk” me, oil, 2022