sent an ass pic to a guy visiting from england and got the most unwaveringly british response
I want to show you an actual training slide from my customer service job that I had to see yesterday.
Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.
Huge red flag when someone’s bio doesn’t include their street address, work hours, and the location of their spare key
For reference this is a Whoopie Pie
Uhhhhhhhh what the fuck happened to my poll
no rest of the world sweep
yknow, i used to be vers. a vers bottom, even. sure, i'd flip fuck every once in a while *crowd raucously cheers and claps* -- thank you, yeah, thanks -- but the catcher's mitt was my home turf, know what i mean ? that's where the magic happened. but nowadays -- now that, yknow, nobody wants to work anymore -- i happen to be a vers top. that's how the cookie crumbles, folks. i tried to take it slow, changed my grindr profile to Vers, but yknow what happens when you tell people, when you put it out there to, yknow, these puppygirls and catboys and all them, that you're versatile, you say you swing both ways, and all they hear is Top. they say there's a top shortage, right ? *crowd boos and sneers* that's right. so i don't even bother anymore. what they don't tell you, alright -- what they don't teach you these days is that it takes some real vulnerability to be the top. yeah, that's right. when you're a bottom, you think, yknow, this is as vulnerable as it gets, right? to have someone inside of me ? *crowd erupts with laughter* but through that same mechanism, the bottom experiences desire internally, that's the secret. and for the top, it's external-- the top has to extend desire, has to make desire known -- to reach out there, hands exposed to the void between hearts, and say: i want you *crowd gasps, shuffles nervously in their seats* and that's it, folks. that's all she wrote. tops- topping, from that precipice, is the endless enumeration of ways to want. and that's why nobody wants to do it anymore.
Imagine being a tuna (Atlantic bluefin, Thunnus thynnus). You are a super predator, over six feet long and almost a ton. You are as beautiful and shiny and mercilessly efficient as a sports car, a true marvel of the sea. But you taste so fucking good
I agree with you and also think this is some kind of philosophical point. Cruel efficiency will not save you when you have soft delicious insides
i have good news for the person who wrote that tag and bad news for sports car drivers
my tummy hurts but at least i have a medical professional (baby cat) accompanying me
hi baby cat here. we hvae to cut you in to ten million pieces with my claws forever
are yhou sure about this doctor