hey man, if you’re ace and going to pride, please be respectful, this was a space specifically created for free sexual expression and embracing the sexuality normally shamed and denied to us by social norms and government apparatus
Shaming sex in this space or bringing signs along the lines of ‘proud of being sex-free’ is highly tone deaf to the history of gay, trans, and bi spaces that are meant to help us feel proud and specifically un-shamed for our sexuality
Random fact: In 1928 a visionary Russian poet Vladimir Mayakovsky visited Paris for the first time and wrote a poem about the slutty, slutty time he had there, ending with:
“My dick, like a mythical tale,
Has been passed from mouth to mouth.”
What an icon a legend
non-russian people discovering mayakovsky are my favourite thing to watch
girl in language class: so why are you taking Italian? 🙂
me thinking about my plan to go back in time and raw Leonardo Da Vinci so hard he can’t walk for three days: I love the food
to clear things up because some of you clearly cannot fucking read: i am a homosexual man who is willing to go back in time and put my entire penis inside of historical figure Leonardo Da Vinci’s rectum in an act of anal sex and then go on to live a lavish and intellectually stimulating lifestyle as his beloved top. i don’t know what a video game is and i don’t care.
Hey guys I wrote another dreadful poem… @thebibliosphere and @vampireapologist are writing delightful vampire stories and I’m just over here with… this.
The waitress came to take our check
And I caught you staring at her neck I know what you were thinking, but I don’t want you drinking Anybody’s blood but mine Don’t whine I need to lay down the line
I’ll admit that it was fun at first But now I want your curse reversed ‘cause I’m not enough to slake your thirst
The novelty’s expired, love and I’m getting tired of Your infernal powers and Nocturnal hours
My friends aren’t hor d’oeuvres and you Get on my nerves when you Sneak around like Nosferatu
Oh baby come to your casket Before I blow a gasket I’ve got needs of my own That I can’t meet alone Oh we used to do it like rabbits Before you changed your habits
So save me your breath I need a little undeath or Is that to much to ask for? I’m sick of Dracula Just give me some baculum
I genuinely assumed this was set to Hallelujah for the first few lines
alder-knight 