i would love to get a text from an unknown number
lemme rephrase that. i want someone, some unknown phone number, to randomly text me one day. i click onto it, curious, because i don’t give my number out to anyone
no words, just an attachment
i click onto it to see a video with a familiar backdrop
is that… my bedroom?
suddenly, an unknown man, wearing a mask, walks into frame, turning the camera to show me, in bed, asleep
he pulls my blankets off while i sleep. i’m not wearing anything, i never do…
i proceed to watch the full video, 20 minutes of some masked stranger using me in my sleep, announcing to the camera when he cums inside my tight boycunt
the video ends. i look around, praying silently that he’s not still there
my phone pings again
and he’s sent me a picture of myself, taken through the window while i was watching the video
that night, i don’t lock my door before going to bed
The only time the phrase "boys will be boys" should be used is when two men are rolling around in the dirt, grinding their t dicks together and aggressively making out and moaning into each others mouths
Faggots will be faggots
my deepest, darkest desire is that i want to see more like...midwestern dude type forcemasc. i grew up in appalachia i need more guys looking like the guys i'd see on the street.
not that cowboy stuff is bad. but in the mountains i wasn't seeing many cowboys. i saw mullets and big moustaches and tough built men, absolutely, but they had something other than a cowboy aesthetic to them, y'know? it was absolutely more fisherman than anything. i refuse to be silenced when i say that fishermen are hot as fuck and trans fishermen would fix me.
listen up chat, my weird sexualisation of appalachian folk music got me wondering. do any of u play instruments?
even a forehead kiss would have a maladjusted freak like me bricked the fuck up. to be honest
"who's my good boy?" "cmon, use your words, baby" while forcing eye contact...gdbfjwuf
daily affirmations
i am the unkillable faggot
i can exist in grocery stores
i have the shittiest music taste in any room
i have a gun
i love tumblr ill be like 'oh i need to kill myself' and then there will be an older man with big hairy tits and a big hairy tummy on my dash and ill be like 'actually everything is fine'
Oh what a shame it would be if some creep invaded my house and kidnapped me to make me his personal puppytoy, definitely don't want that to happen...
Oh how horrible it would be to not have problems besides whimpering, whining, moaning and sucking as much cock as I possibly can while leashed and collared...