I will consider the state of medical science to be in absolute disgrace until the day I can go in for surgery and come out with a pair of balls that will react to being stepped on with the expected amount of horrible pain

I understand that there are things that are more important to many men, but if they’re not treating the needs of all trans men as vital and important, then do they really care at all?

old living situation: “oh god I have to keep everything even slightly questionable out of sight, this could gross out and upset my partner so much, I have to obsessively hide all of this SOMETHING HORRIBLE COULD HAPPEN“

new living situation: *wakes up* *gets out of bed and accidentally knocks the still-condomed robot cock on the floor* *steps on unwashed definitely-not-for-sports jockstrap* *nudges the open backpack with astroglide and a bullet out of the way to sit down at the computer chair and rest my feet on a lube-smeared towel*

no. fuck it. fuck it!!

“I am defs not gonna buy any more toys anytime soon, I am fine“ nah fuck that, I threw out my non-silicone plug when I was moving and just bringing the minimum amount of shit with me, and now I don’t got the necessary energy or drive to get out a full-on thrusting toy

that cock is a beaut and that mini size looks like it would make for a replacement plug fit for a goddamn king. me. I am that guy. prince? cok berserker?? I don’t give one single fuck this size queen is gonna do the unthinkable and get the mini size of something for once and I’d like to see one of you motherfuckers stop me.

mechafricker:

I hope anyone who’s become familiar with my range of sexual feelings appreciates how my two major settings are apparently 1.) unsettlingly devotional sub or 2.) cock berzerker.

I’m trying to mentally put these together. I wonder what it means.

I think it means that the first dom to ensnare my tender heart will have secured themselves with one of the single most fearsome warriors to fight for them in the Great Dick Wars

so I just found a new place to stay after 2 weeks of uncertainty that was already overlapping with 2-3 weeks of goddamn pre-existing multiple-all-nighter homework/projects/etc for school and a buncha other shits and hoo boy, maybe I am not the most coherent right now, but fucking believe you me my first action as a new resident of this broken-down house full of absolute strangers right after setting up my shit is gonna be fucking the absolute hell out of myself with a robot dick, I deserve that and so much more I fucking TELL. YOU. WHAT.

[starts thinkin bout toys again] yeah I guess I haven’t felt like using any for a while, but I’m glad that I’ve at least got a good, rounded collection that doesn’t need anything else in it
[suddenly realizes I’m scrolling through fb’s goddamn inventory] wait nO

I feel so guilty every time a post listing bad shit about bad dragon goes around, because on the surface I’m like “YEAH GOOD POINT, THIS IS IMPORTANT INFO,“ but also I feel like I can’t dislike them and be completely 100% sincere because that xenogon is absolutely bar-none the best thing I have ever shoved in me