It's 20-fucking-20 and I think it's time to address something.
I don't identify as male.
I don't identify as female.
I'm a human who feel like both and none at the same time. I feel I express both when I want.
I'm genderqueer. Dammit.
On a completely unrelated note....
Sometimes I want a big gainer bf who I can pamper and praise when they finally get the last bite of a huge pot of stew I made them...ugh...
The life.
Fun Fact: About an hour after thus, he got up, said nothing and left.
I thought he was coming back- 45 minutes later he's fully at his desk doing something.
I've been abandoned.
He's buying me Taco Bell to make up for it.
Is my ribcage irreparably damaged because of my husband's wonderfully plush, thick, HEFTY thighs and belly? Clouding my vision and pushing out all irrational thoughts, leaving only horny belly addiction?
I loved every God damn second of it
My life's work is as follows
- Raise quail because I love them
- Grow beautiful veg in my garden
- Cherish those that I love
- Have a fat ass
All very doable in my lifetime.