Again, there’s something especially empowering to me about seeing myself from my partner’s perspective. When I look down at myself, down at my body, with all of my acne and blemishes and scars, I just don’t see it. I don’t see how anyone could possibly be attracted to me. Could possibly want to touch me….
As a non-binary queer with a beard who constantly gets misgendered all the tme, it’s important to me that if I’m going to have my identity consistently misunderstood and dismissed, then at the very least I want to look and feel queer as fuck. I want to be able to catch a glimpse of myself…
Last week was a fucking rough time for body feels. For whatever reason I had slowly gotten it in my head over the past few months that I was fat and hairy and that my partners and lovers couldn’t possibly actually want to have sex with me. It was such an insidious and harmful narrative,…
Those that know me well know that I’m a deeply self-reflective person who, perhaps a bit obsessively, looks inward a great deal when making any conceivably big life decision, or if I just find myself feeling a lot in general. This was especially the case over the last year as I navigated becoming separated from…
I really fucking love these shots. The look of bliss on my face as Fenric strokes my chin, the view of them straddling my hips as they ride my girl dick, the memories it all invokes of an exciting weekend away together, there’s just so much to fucking love about these. Besides, I’ve been having…