Chinese, Ornament In The Form Of A Coiled Snake, Late 11th–10th Century BCE; Western Zhou Dynasty,

Letterpress print on black linen cloth. 24point clearface heavy. This took 4 hours to set the type btw.

Text reads: “I fantasize about a dildo with nerve endings. I type "how to fuck a partner with my clitoris" into the search bar. The results are articles & reddit posts with tips for helping your boyfriend find your clit. I realy think str8 folks should have to search through dozens of search results about Dyke sex before finding whatever they were actually looking for. Anyway. I imagine pulling my leather harness over my hips, the black silicone connecting just above my clit. They kiss me and trace the scars on my chest. They let me touch them & they touch my silicone, they guide me inside of them. I'm not sure what this would feel like, A dildo with nerve endings does not yet exist. But I know it would be as close to heaven as i'll get.”

The Dyke Project manifesto printed on the back of estradiol and testogel boxes

Every single time I write Hugh Dancy I misspell it as Dancey and then imagine Hugh Danc(e)y having a little jig.

I’m being so fucking serious this happens at least once a week. He gets a lot of dancing done.

Night Mare

One day I will successfully find my holy grail item for a reasonable price in decent condition, and I will win the eBay bidding war and everything will be right in the world.

This is the prayer I repeat daily whilst scouring the internet.

No one can know what the item is until it has been successfully purchased and integrated into my chamber, for I do not trust anyone with this information! It is a rare and sought after gem and it must be claimed by myself before I can reveal its beauty to the masses!!

there’s absolutely nothing better than reading a 100k word fanfic, that is until you remember you have a body that is starving, thirsty and incredibly sleep deprived and hasn’t used the bathroom since the sun set 8 hours ago

I bet transforming feels good as hell. Like when you have a really good stretch but More So

The “oh shit, I just killed a man” walk of shame

Takes a guy who's obsessed with saving people even if it risks his life and a guy who is literally allergic to asking for help in any situation and puts them in My stew puts them in my fucking stew and stirs it

inside me there are two lungs. and one liver. one stomach. a few meters of intestine. there's a lot inside me actually