"Don't tease me about my hobbies. I don't tease you about being an asshole."
HONEST TO GOD I'm trying to work through my email, betas and comments. I'm a horrid net-friend these past few months but I'm tryin'. *sigh*
In the hopes that everyone will forgive my flakiness, I have links. Wooo doggie do I have some awesome intrawebs links. The kind of links I send to poisontaster while I'm at work and she tells me I'm deranged, wrong-in-the-head, issue-laden, and that I clearly want her to be in pain. \o/
Before I go on to the non-fandom madness, the ever awesome and fabulous femmenerd is hosting a Lizard Brain Confessional that everyone should go play in - great recs popping up here.
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I really and for true believe in my soul that this is probably the single greatest fucking thing I have ever read in my life. And that includes his other columns in this series. This one bit says it all really:
She stopped moving and gave me some time to get used to the feel of my own cock in my ass. One can actually adapt to it physically, but I'm sure it's going to be a recurring theme in future therapy sessions.
These links are sure to make everyone who was coming of age in the 90s either laugh their ass off, dance their ass off, or reach for the brain bleach.
I don't...really know what to say about this. Except that I find it SO FUCKING COOL. I just sort of sit with my mouth open a little and stare at the screen and ponder its coolness. Um. Not really safe for work.
Again, don't really know what to say here. Except "COOL" and also "OMG NOW I AM ANTICIPATING THE IMMINENT ROBOT APOCALYPSE. HAVE NONE OF YOU PEOPLE READ ANY SCI-FI?!?! SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK."
This sport needs to start happening in my backyard. Like...right now. THIS is a sport I can get into, yo. [before you ask, no sixersfan, you probably don't want to click on this. beanside and nilchance, however, MUST click on this]
Yeah, don't ask. I don't know. Really. I mean it. I just find this so ODDLY COMPELLING. Mostly for the cat-scaring potential.
In the hopes that everyone will forgive my flakiness, I have links. Wooo doggie do I have some awesome intrawebs links. The kind of links I send to poisontaster while I'm at work and she tells me I'm deranged, wrong-in-the-head, issue-laden, and that I clearly want her to be in pain. \o/
Before I go on to the non-fandom madness, the ever awesome and fabulous femmenerd is hosting a Lizard Brain Confessional that everyone should go play in - great recs popping up here.
~
I really and for true believe in my soul that this is probably the single greatest fucking thing I have ever read in my life. And that includes his other columns in this series. This one bit says it all really:
She stopped moving and gave me some time to get used to the feel of my own cock in my ass. One can actually adapt to it physically, but I'm sure it's going to be a recurring theme in future therapy sessions.
These links are sure to make everyone who was coming of age in the 90s either laugh their ass off, dance their ass off, or reach for the brain bleach.
I don't...really know what to say about this. Except that I find it SO FUCKING COOL. I just sort of sit with my mouth open a little and stare at the screen and ponder its coolness. Um. Not really safe for work.
Again, don't really know what to say here. Except "COOL" and also "OMG NOW I AM ANTICIPATING THE IMMINENT ROBOT APOCALYPSE. HAVE NONE OF YOU PEOPLE READ ANY SCI-FI?!?! SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK."
This sport needs to start happening in my backyard. Like...right now. THIS is a sport I can get into, yo. [before you ask, no sixersfan, you probably don't want to click on this. beanside and nilchance, however, MUST click on this]
Yeah, don't ask. I don't know. Really. I mean it. I just find this so ODDLY COMPELLING. Mostly for the cat-scaring potential.