Clara 🏳️‍⚧️

Yes, I know. I'm weird for being the person who masturbates with hot sauce and also being unwilling to stuff stuff up my butt. I'm a walking contradiction.

I mean, as long as it doesn't burn because I ate cayenne powder.

Yes, I realized halfway through using my magic wand on my knees that I have also used this device in the place where the sun don't shine. I realize the irony a little bit.

You know, I've reached the point that I can only think of like three people in the world that can attest to my legal identity, besides myself. What happens if I get pulled over and accused of presenting someone else's license? Would I have to call one of them to attest to who I am? Would I be forced to have them out me as trans? And further to that point, what happens if I'm incapacitated, without my wallet? What happens then?

And you know, the more late night shitposting I do, the more unhinged I have to make my content warnings.

@alice@lgbtqia.space "I want to flock you like an american. I wanna spy on you from the inside."

So In The Mouth Of Madness was NOT a porno after all. #Monsterdon

@nuintari@mastodon.bsd.cafe as long as it doesn't have cayenne powder, I'm game.

It's a sure statement on our current environment how "liberty" is looking more and more like a dogwhistle.

Granted, I know that I say that with the caveat that I only do injections once a week, and my pills I take two once a day and at opposite times of day and one twice a day. I don't think I would like twice daily injections, but still.