
True love

True love
My own husband is accusing me of being a bottom when he knows perfectly well I’m submissive vers, and prefer to top. How dare.
Just because he’s a top doesn’t make me a bottom.
D and A are both just… really delightful, really special people and drinking tea/coffee with the two of them and discussing theology is like… really high up there on my list of “Best things in the world”
These past few days with Damian have been spiritually and sexually… genuinely incredible, like “fucked by Satan” incredible. Like “bite mark bruises on my ass” incredible, like there is no part of me that doesn’t hurt incredible
D and A and I had an incredible time. We fucked one another senseless. I got a pentagram stabbed into my chest with needles, and a dress cut off of me.
I just really enjoy the fact that as a general rule lesbians really like the way @dgorringeart draws women.
Yes, absolutely, if by love you mean loving and caring for your comrades/the rest of humanity and standing up together to actually fight against all that is evil in the world.
if you mean uWu *~*~*~*~*violence is bad
*~*~*~*~* then no, your version of love ain’t that loving and it won’t save shit.
Dear single people and/or new couples, I know it’s fashionable to make fun of Valentine’s Day but you don’t really see the purpose of the holiday yet. It only really starts to serve its purpose when you’ve been together for years and you need a reminder to stop focusing on candy crush/the article on lobsters you’re reading/the dishes and to actually just spend time with your partner. Yeah ideally we’d all do that spontaneously or weekly or whatever but unless you’re one of those irritatingly perfect couples real life has a habit of getting in the way and it’s nice to have that once yearly reminder to make that silly grand romantic gesture and to show the person/people you love you care. If you’re single on Valentine’s Day you don’t need to feel bad/alone/etc, just remember holiday to remind those of us who haven’t worn real clothes in a week to get dressed up and do something fun that isn’t falling asleep in front of the tv
If you didn’t marry someone who stuffs breaded chicken breasts with fresh herb butter for you, I’m sorry.
Doesn’t mean your labor’s not being exploited, ladies.